SIR EDWIN LANDSEER.
YEARS ago, a man now living in Cincinnati was sent by the President to South America to look after the interests of our country there. The people were very kind to him, and, among other gifts, presented him a parrot on his return home.
I spent a day at his house and had many funny talks with Poll; parrots can talk after a fashion.
She was a fine lady, not so large as some you may have seen at the New Orleans Exposition. Some of them were from two to three feet long. One was perfectly green; another, white; a third, nearly all bright colors.
The one I saw in Cincinnati was fond of her friends, but sulky and cross to me, a stranger.
She had learned many wicked words from passers-by, swearing words even. When she could not have her own way and, like other folks, was out of humor, she would "let fly" her worst opinions of people and things in her bad language.
At such times she did not seem so beautiful with all her gay plumage. Few folks do appear well when out of sorts, no matter how rich and fashionable their clothes. Remember that.
In the picture you see a parrot sitting upon a perch. It is another one and there is a long story about it. But all stories can't be put into The Pansy without bursting its covers. However, you may hear a little about this one and think out the rest when your thinkers get time.