I VERSAILLES GOT into my remise the hour I promised: La Fleur got up behind, and I bid the coachman make the best of his way to Versailles. As there was nothing in this road, or rather nothing which I look for in travelling, I cannot fill up the blank better than with a short history of this self-same bird, which became the subject of the last chapter. Whilst the Honourable 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 packet and 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 staid there, he taught it in his mother's tongue the four simple words (and no more) to which I own'd myself so much its debtor. Upon his master's going on for Italy the lad had given it to the master of the hotel But his little song for liberty being in an unknown language at Paris, the 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 learn'd his notes and telling the story of him to Lord A, Lord A begg'd the bird of me -in a week Lord A gave him to Lord B; Lord B made a present of him to Lord C ; and Lord C's gentleman sold him to Lord D's for a shilling -Lord D gave him to Lord Eand so on half round the alphabet From that rank he pass'd into the lower house, and pass'd the hands of as many comBut as all these wanted to get moners in and my bird wanted to get out he 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 bird or some vile copy set up to represent him. I have nothing farther to add upon him, but that from that time to this, I have borne this poor starling as the crest to my arms. Thus And let the heralds' officers twist his neck about if they dare. |