"He IS the most wonderful creature! I wouldn't take ten thousand guineas for that bird.

I have left an annuity for his sole support in case he should outlive me.

He is, in sense and attachment, a phenomenon.

And his father before him was one of the most astonishing birds that ever lived!" The subject of this laudation was a very little canary, who was so tame that he was brought down by Mr.Boythorn's man, on his forefinger, and after taking a gentle flight round the room, alighted on his master's head.

To hear Mr.Boythorn presently expressing the most implacable and passionate sentiments, with this fragile mite of a creature quietly perched on his forehead, was to have a good illustration of his character, I thought.
"By my soul, Jarndyce," he said, very gently holding up a bit of bread to the canary to peck at, "if I were in your place I would seize every master in Chancery by the throat to-morrow morning and shake him until his money rolled out of his pockets and his bones rattled in his skin.