how miserable he is! There is a parrot, too, calling out, "Pretty
Poll! Pretty Poll!" as we pass by. Foolish bird, to be talking about
her prettiness to strangers, especially as she is not a pretty Poll,
though gaudily dressed in green and yellow! If she had said "Pretty
Annie!" there would have been some sense in it. See that gray squirrel
at the door of the fruit-shop whirling round and round so merrily
within his wire wheel! Being condemned to the treadmill, he makes it
an amusement. Admirable philosophy!

Here comes a big, rough dog--a countryman's dog--in search of his
master, smelling at everybody's heels and touching little Annie's hand
with his cold nose, but hurrying away, though she would fain have
patted him.--Success to your search, Fidelity!--And there sits a great
yellow cat upon a window-sill, a very corpulent and comfortable cat,
gazing at this transitory world with owl's eyes, and making pithy
comments, doubtless, or what appear such, to the silly beast.--Oh,
sage puss, make room for me beside you, and we will be a pair of
philosophers.

Here we see something to remind us of the town-crier and his
ding-dong-bell. Look! look at that great cloth spread out in the air,
pictured all over with wild beasts, as if they had met together to
choose a king, according to their custom in the days of Æsop. But they
are choosing neither a king nor a President, else we should hear a
most horrible snarling! They have come from the deep woods and the
wild mountains and the desert sands and the polar snows only to do
homage to my little Annie. As we enter among them the great elephant
makes us a bow in the best style of elephantine courtesy, bending
lowly down his mountain bulk, with trunk abased and leg thrust out
behind. Annie returns the salute, much to the gratification of the