I forgot it.

But here it is, worth anything you like to anybody that loves the beautiful, the good, and the harmonious.

What do I hear for this lovely saffron singer from the Elysian fields?
What did the immortal poet of France say of the bird in his garret, in 'L'Oiseau de Mon Crenier'?
What did he say: 'Sing me a song of the bygone hour, A song of the stream and the sun; Sing of my love in her bosky bower, When my heart it was twenty-one.' "Come now, who will renew his age or regale her youth with the divine notes of nature's minstrel?
Who will make me an offer for this vestal virgin of song--the joy of the morning and the benediction of the evening?
What do I hear?
The best of the wine to the last of the feast! What do I hear ?--five dollars--seven dollars--nine dollars--going at nine dollars--ten dollars--Well, ladies and gentlemen, the bird can sing--ah, voila!" He stopped short for a moment, for as the evening sun swept its veil of rainbow radiance over the scene, the bird began to sing.

Its little throat swelled, it chirruped, it trilled, it called, it soared, it lost itself in a flood of ecstasy.

In the applausive silence, the emotional recess of the sale, as it were, the man to whom the bird and the song meant most, pushed his way up to the stand where M.Manotel stood.