azzling
lights have not altered his nature. Bad he is, and bad he will remain,
unless we follow out the advice of the good old book, "Train up a child
in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it."

Would to God the voice of the little Gipsy girl would begin to ring in
our ears, when she spoke with finger pointed and tears in her eyes:--

"There is a cabin half-way down the cliff,
You see it from this arch-stone; there we live,
And there you'll find my mother. Poverty
Weeps on the woven rushes, and long grass
Rent from the hollows is our only bed.
I have no father here; he ran away;
Perhaps he's dead, perhaps he's living yet,
And may come back again and kiss his child;
For every day, and morn, and even star,
I pray for him with face upturned to heaven,
'O blessed Saviour, send my father home!'"

The word "Gipsy" seems to have a magic thread running through it,
beginning at the tip end of "G" and ending with the tail end of "y."
Geese have tried to gobble it, ducks swallow it, hens scratched after it,
peacocks pecked it, dandy cocks crowed over it, foxes have hid it, dogs
have fought for it, cats have sworn and spit over it, pigs have tried to
gulp it as the daintiest morsel, parrots have chatted about it, hawks,
eagles, jackdaws, magpies, ravens, and crows have tried to carry it away
as a precious jewel, and in the end all have put it down as a thing they
could neither carry nor swallow; and after all, when it has been stripped
of its dowdy colours, what has it been? Only a "scamp," in many cases,
reared and fostered among thieves, pickpockets, and blackguards, in our
back slums and sink gutters. Strip the 20,000 men, women, and children
of the word "Gipsy," moving about our country under the artificial and
unreal association connected with Gipsy life, so-called, of the "red
cloaks," "silver buttons," "pretty little feet," "small hands,"
"bewitching eyes," "long black hair," in nine cases out of ten in name
only, and you, at a glance, see the class of people you have been
neglecting, consequently sending to ruin and misery through fear on the
one hand and lavishing smiles on the other.

In all ages there have been people silly enough to be led away by sights,
sounds, colours, and unrealities, to follow a course of life for which
they are not suited, either by education, position, or tastes. No one
acts the part of a butterfly among school-b