er way to the tent.

In December of last year four Gipsies, of Acton Green, were charged
before the magistrates at Hammersmith with violently assaulting an
innkeeper for refusing to allow them to go into a private part of his
house. A terrible struggle ensued, and a long knife was fetched out of
their tents, and had they not been stopped the consequences might have
been fearful. They were sent to gaol for two months, which would give
them time for reflection. A few days ago two Gipsies from the East End
of London were sent to gaol for thieving, and are now having their turn
upon the wheel of fortune.

"Whirl fiery circles, and the moon is full:
Imps with long tongues are licking at my brow,
And snakes with eyes of flame crawl up my breast;
Huge monsters glare upon me, some with horns,
And some with hoofs that blaze like pitchy brands;
Great trunks have some, and some are hung with beads.
Here serpents dash their stings into my face,
All tipped with fire; and there a wild bird drives
His red-hot talons in my burning scalp.
Here bees and beetles buzz about my ears
Like crackling coals, and frogs strut up and down
Like hissing cinders; wasps and waterflies
Scorch deep like melting minerals. Murther! Fire!"

Cries the Gipsy, as he rolls about on his bed of filthy litter, in a tent
whose only furniture is an old tin bucket pierced with holes, a soap-box,
and a few rags, with a poor-looking, miserable woman for a wife, and a
lot of wretched half-starved, half-naked children crying round him for
bread. "Give us bread!" "Give us bread!" is their piteous cry.

The Gipsy in Hungary is a being who has puzzled the wits of the
inhabitants for centuries, and the habits of the Hungarian Gipsies are
abominable; their hovels, for they do not all live in tents and
encampments, are sinks of the vilest poverty and filth; their dress is
nothing but rags, and they live on carrion; and it is in this pitiable
condition they go singing and dancing to hell. Nothing gives them more
pleasure than to be told where a dead pig, horse, or cow may be found,
and the Gipsies, young and old, will scamper to fetch it; decomposition
rather sharpens their ravenous appetites; at any rate, they will not
"turn their noses up" at it in disgust; in fact, Grellmann goes so far as
to say that human flesh is a dainty morsel, especially that of children.
What applies to the Hungarian Gipsies will to a