left them for that purpose.

This visit afforded an opportunity to contradict many false reports of
the treatment with which the Gipsy children had met in the Infants'
Schools at Southampton. It was said that they were all confined, and
would at a future period be transported. This shews how easily people
who deceive others, are imposed on themselves.

The following letter was addressed to the author by a Gipsy woman when
she was in great trouble of mind. It is presented to the reader just as
it was received, and may be found interesting to the friends of their
cause.

"Sir,

"I Hope you will Excuse Me for Riun These few Lines too you, I did
Not Now where To Cend to My Sister, I Have Been very Il and my
Familee. My Children Ave Had The Measils, They are Got Well from
That. I am Sorry to hinform you I Have Had A Shockin Accedent To my
Little Girl, She was Burnd to Death. I Give My Luv To My Son Job.
Plese to Give My Luv to My Sister Paishince, and Hur Childern. Plese
to Give My Luv To My Ant Pheny, and Plese to Lett Me Now How My Cuzin
James doos Go on, Plese to Lett Me Now How My Unkil Charls and His
Famly Is. Wm Duff Gives His Best Rispecs To All. Plese To Tel My
Sister too Anser This Letter By Returne of Post. I Am So unappy in
My Mind Till I Do Hear From Er. Dear Sister, I Have Mett With so
Much Trubel Sinc I Saw you Last, That I Am Sorre To inform you.
Plese to Tel my Child from Me To Bee A Good Boy, and Think Imself Wel
off Wher He Is. My Distris and My Trubel Makes Me Think More of My
Sister. Ples To Direct the Letter To Be Left At The Post Offis, for
Haryett Duff, Till Caulld for, in Bristil. Plese To Give My Luv To
My Son Job. So No More At Prezint from your Umble Sarvint. Plese
God I Am Coming To See You Some time This Munth.

"My Littel Girl Met The Accedent Wednesday, April 23, 1828."

The following letter, too, refers to the writer of the above.

_Bristol_, _August_, 1830.

"My dear Sir,

"As I know that you are deeply interested in every circumstance
relating to the Gipsies, I trouble you with the following anecdote.
In the month of January last, when walking in the city of Bristol, I
met a Gipsy woman, who accosted me with the usual salutation of her
race, "Shall I tell you your fortune?" I enquired her name, and then
said, "Y