lso at the Land's End, in Cornwall?

He has birds for sale, and he sells them only at that period.

Where he hides himself when winter, dark and drear, approaches, I'm sure
I cannot tell; but I've never seen him _then_ perambulating the streets.
He may possibly, at that season, join company with Jamrack--that
curiosity of the animal world; or, he may hibernate in the Seven Dials,
as most feather-fanciers do; or, he may retire to his private mansion in
Belgrave Square; or, again, he may, peradventure, go abroad "to increase
his store," in the fashion of Norval's father, the "frugal swain" who
fattened his flocks on the Grampian Hills--though, I prefer South Down
mutton, myself!

The bird-seller may do either and all of these things in the winter
months; but, I only know his summer habitude:--then he is always to be
observed going about the streets with birds for sale.

Do I mean the gentleman who wheels about a costermonger's table-cart,
whereon he makes a number of unfortunate canaries pull about tiny
carriages, with yokes, shaped like those of the Roman chariots, and fire
cannons, and appear as if they liked it; while a decrepit white mouse
runs up a cane flag-staff, supporting himself finally, and very
uncomfortably, on the top?

No; I do not mean anything of the sort. The person I refer to is quite
a different character.

He is generally to be seen driving in a large, full-bodied gipsy waggon,
or covered-in break, with open sides and a tarpaulin roof, in which he
has, carefully stowed away, tiers upon tiers of cages, that contain
almost every description of English and foreign birds; not excluding,
also, sundry small pet animals--monkeys, squirrels, and toy dogs, to
wit.

He invariably accommodates two horribly-ugly, black-faced pugs,
underneath the driving seat of his vehicle; and you may generally hear
his approach, when distant more than a mile, through the chirping, and
squeaking, and squalling, of his motley cargo.

Canaries are there by the hundred, packed up separately in those square
little wooden boxes, each fitted with a small, red, goblet-shaped
pitcher and seed-rack, in which they are imported from Germany; parrots,
macaws, cockatoos, and lories; larks, thrushes, blackbirds; starlings,
magpies, and such like--down to the common hedge-sparrow and poor little
Jenny wren.

There, now! I have pointed out the distinguishing characteristics of
the itinerant bird-fancier; and, should you never have