Come , little Annie , we shall find toys enough , go where we may . Now we elbow our way among the throng again . It is curious , in the most crowded part of a town , to meet with living creatures that had their birthplace in some far solitude , but have acquired a second nature in the wilderness of men . Look up , Annie , at that canary-bird , hanging out of the window in his cage . Poor little fellow ! His golden feathers are all tarnished in this smoky sunshine ; he would have glistened twice as brightly among the summer islands ; but still he has become a citizen in all his tastes and habits , and would not sing half so well without the uproar that drowns his music . What a pity that he does not know 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 . O 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 !
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