e is gone to America, and has deserted me." "I always knew that you
two were never destined for each other," said he. "How did you know
that?" I inquired. "The dook told me so, brother; you are born to be a
great traveller." "Well," said I, "if I had gone with her to America, as
I was thinking of doing, I should have been a great traveller." "You are
to travel in another direction, brother," said he. "I wish you would
tell me all about my future wanderings," said I. "I can't, brother,"
said Mr. Petulengro, "there's a power of clouds before my eye." "You are
a poor seer, after all," said I, and getting up, I retired to my dingle
and my tent, where I betook myself to my bed, and there, knowing the
worst, and being no longer agitated by apprehension, nor agonised by
expectation, I was soon buried in a deep slumber, the first which I had
fallen into for several nights.

Footnotes:

{1} He was christened George Henry, but he dropped the Henry, as, Tobias
George Smollett dropped his George.

{2} Dafydd ab Gwilym, "the greatest genius of the Cimbric race and one
of the first poets of the world." See _Wild Wales_, chap. lxxxvi., for a
very interesting account of this "Welsh Ovid."

{5} Elsewhere he writes to John Murray: "What a contemptible trade is
the author's compared with that of the jockey!"

{8} For a useful, if more commonplace and merely bibliographical study
of Sir Richard Phillipps, see W. E. A. Axon's _Stray Chapters_, 1888, p.
237.

{12} This is no less true of Borrow's still earlier book _The Zincali_,
_An Account of the Gypsies of Spain_ (1841)--a book which every true
Borrovian will carefully assimilate, if only for these reasons: First, it
supplies a key to much of his later work, many of the greatest qualities
of which may here be found in embryo. Secondly, it contains some of the
finest descriptive passages in the English tongue, notably the account of
the Gitana of Seville.

{20a} The beer he got was seldom to his taste; he called it "swipes,"
but went on drinking glass after glass. What a figure he must have made
in the bar parlour of the Bald-faced Stag at Roehampton, with his tales
of Jerry Abershaw, Ambrose Gwinett, Thurtell and Wainewright! Mr. Watts-
Dunton says he had the gift of drinking deeply, but he adds "of the
waters of life," a refinement which Borrow himself might have deprecated.

{20b} Henry Hall Dixon.

{22} Of the marvellous facility with which some pe