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‘I’m very much obliged, sir. May I inquire who Mr. Old-Ben is? I’m afraid I haven’t the honour of his acquaintance.’

‘Yes, you have; it’s Ben Franklin, of City-Hall yard. You know him; and he wished me to thank you for your interest in him.’

‘Dear me! how very odd! Will you sit down, sir?’

‘Never sit! I’ll perch here;’ and the great fowl took his accustomed attitude just in front of the fire, looking so very splendid that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

‘Ah! you often do that. Never mind; I rather like it,’ said the eagle, graciously, as he turned his brilliant eye upon me. I was rather abashed; but being very curious, I ventured to ask a few questions, as he seemed in a friendly mood.

‘Being a woman, sir, I’m naturally of an inquiring turn; and I must confess that I have a strong desire to know how it happens that you take your walks abroad, when you are supposed to be permanently engaged at home?’

He shrugged his shoulders, and actually winked at me, as he replied, ‘That’s all people know of what goes on under, or rather over, their noses. Bless you, ma’am! I leave my roost every night, and enjoy myself in all sorts of larks. Excuse the expression; but, being ornithological, it is more proper for me than for some people who use it.’

‘What a gay old bird!’ thought I, feeling quite at home after that. ‘Please tell me what you do, when the shades of evening prevail, and you go out for a frolic?’

‘I am a gentleman; therefore I behave myself,’ returned the eagle; with a stately air. ‘I must confess, I smoke a great deal: but that’s not my fault, it’s the fault of the chimneys. They keep it up all day, and I have to take it; just as you poor ladies have to take cigar smoke, whether you like it or not. My amusements are of a wholesome kind. I usually begin by taking a long flight down the harbour, for a look at the lighthouses, the islands, the shipping, and the sea. My friends, the gulls, bring their reports to me; for they are the harbour-police, and I take notes of their doings. The school-ship is an object of interest to me, and I often perch on the mast-head, to see how the lads are getting on. Then I take a turn over the city, gossip with the weathercocks, pay my compliments to the bells, inspect the fire-alarm, and pick up information by listening at the telegraph wires. People often talk about “a little bird” who spreads news; but they don’t know how that figure of speech originated. It is the sparrows sitting on the wires, who receive the electric shock, and, being hollow-boned, the news go straight to their heads; they then fly about, chirping it on the housetops, and the air carries it everywhere. That’s the way rumours rise and news spread.’

‘If you’ll allow, I’ll make a note of that interesting fact,’ said I, wondering if I might believe him. He appeared to fall into a reverie while I jotted down the sparrow story, and it occurred to me that perhaps I ought to offer my distinguished guest some refreshment; but, when I modestly alluded to it, he said, with an aldermanic air, ‘No, thank you; I’ve just dined at the Parker House.’

Now, I really could not swallow that; and so plainly betrayed my incredulity, that the eagle explained. ‘The savoury smells which rise to my nostrils from that excellent hotel, with an occasional sniff from the Tremont, are quite sufficient to satisfy my appetite; for, having no stomach, I don’t need much food, and I drink nothing but water.’

‘I wish others would follow your example in that latter habit,’ said I, respectfully, for I was beginning to see that there was something in my bird, though he was hollow. ‘Will you allow me to ask if the other statues in the city fly by night?’