As there was nothing in this road, or rather nothing which I look for in traveling, I cannot fill up the blank better than with a short history of this selfsame bird, which became the subject of the last chapter.
Whilst the Honorable Mr.was waiting for a wind at Dover, it had been caught upon the cliffs before it could well fly, by an English lad who was his groom; who not caring to destroy it, had taken it in his breast into the packetand by course of feeding it, and taking it once under his protection, in a day or two grew fond of it, and got it safe along with him to Paris.
At Paris the lad had laid out a livre in a little cage for the starling, and as he had little to do better the five months his master stayd there, he taught it in his mothers tongue the four simple words(and no more)to which I ownd myself so much its debtor.
Upon his masters going on for Italythe lad had given it to the master of the hotel.But his little song for liberty being in an unknown language at Paristhe bird had little or no store set by himso La Fleur bought both him and his cage for me for a bottle of Burgundy.
In my return from Italy I brought him with me to the country in whose language he had learnd his notesand telling the story of him to Lord A, Lord A beggd the bird of mein a week Lord A gave him to Lord B ; Lord B made a present of him to Lord C; and Lord Cs gentleman sold him to Lord Ds for a shillingLord D gave him to Lord E, and so onhalf round the alphabet.From that rank he passd into the lower house, and passd the hands of as many commoners.But as all these wanted to get inand my bird wanted to get outhe had almost as little store set by him in London as in Paris.
It is impossible but many of my readers must have heard of him; and if any by mere chance have ever seen him,I beg leave to inform them, that that bird was my birdor some vile copy set up to represent him.