The Express.
London, England, 1851-02-08 00:00:00

THE EXPRESS, SATURDAY EVENING, FEBRUARY F, 1851.

emaciates, and commenced flinging stone, fast and deep& the snot sudden tide" In tie world. He was moving along, , then,' says the Poknees, 'itis no language at all, mere •
lately. The other party now Rave way in their turn, closely making the best of has way, thinking of nothing at all save made-up gibberish.' ' Oh, bless your wisdom,' says I, with
Mowed by ourselves; and I was in the van, and about to a public-house at Swanton Morley, which he intends to take a curtaey, '.you can tell us what our language is, without
stretch out my hand to seize the hindermost boy of the when he gets home, and the regiment is disbanded—though understanding it.' Another time we meet a parson. ' Good
enemy, when, not being acquainted with the miry and diM- I hope that will not be for some time yet. lie had just woman,' soya c, ' what's that you arc talking ? Is itbroken
' eult paths of the Nor Lech, and in my eagerness taking no heed leaped a turf-hole, and was moving on, when, at the distance language i" Of
icoveuarse.hi,
nivongur,
yroeuvrereren,c,erea'n,paey,
otol,th' ewepolorier
et my footing, I plunged into a quagmire, into which I of about Rix yards before him, he saw a fellow coming broken people; g
sank as far as my shoulders. Our adversaries no sooner straight towards him. Bagg says that he stopped short, as broken woman.' Oh, these georgics! they grudge us our
perceived this disaster, than, setting up a shout ; they suddenly as if he had heard the word halt, when marching : very laneuage !"
wheeled round and attacked us most vehemently. Had nay at double quick time. It was quite a suprise, he sap, and 1 ' She called you her son, Jasper ?"
comrades now deserted me, my life had not been worth ahe can't imagine how the fellow was so close upon him be• "I am her son, brother."
straw's purchase, I should either have been smothered in fore he was aware. He was an immense tall fellow—Bagg " I thought you said your parents were . . ."
the gum, or, what is more probable, had my brains beaten thinks at least two inches taller than himself—very well I " Bitchade y pawdel ; yuu thought right, brother. This is
j out w:th stones ; but they behaved like true Scots, and dressed in a blue coat and buff breeches, fur all the world like my wife's mother."
fought stoutly around their comrade, until I was extra. esquire when going out bunting. Bator, however, saw at , Then you are married, Jasper 7"
rated, whereupon both parties retired, the night being near , once that he had a roguish air, and he was on his guard in a " Ay, truly ;I am husband and father. You will see
at hand. !moment. ' Good evening to you, tedgera says the fel- , wife and chabo anon."
"Ye are na a had hand at flinging smiles," said the lad j low, stepping close up to Bagg, and staring him in the face. ; " Where are they now 7"
whgaint addressed me, as we now returned up the brae; 1' Good evening, to you, sir, I hope you are well,' says V "In the gala penning dukkerin."
" vNur aim is right danitemus, moo ; I saw how ye *kelpie, Bagg. ' You are looking after some one ?" sacs the fellow, I "We were talking of language, Jasper ?" 1
thins, ye mann help us agin thee New Toon blackguards at' ' Just no, sir,' says llama and forthwith seised him by the " True, brother.'
our next bicker." I collar ; the man laughed ; Bagg says it was such a strange "Yours must be a rum one ?"
Having. remained two years in North Britain, i
oafw,kwggrel, laugh.. 'Do you know whom you
.have got hold "'Tie called Rommany."
ma a? said he. ' I believe I do, sir, said Bagg, ' and " I would gladly know it."
Lavengro s family removed to Ireland. Here, at iin that belief will hold you fast in the name of King "You need it sorely."
Tipperary, the boy horrified his father by hinting 1 George and the quarter sessions;' the next moment he was g, Would you teach it me 7"
one day that he should like to learn Irish. a tongue !sprawling with his heels in the air. Bagg says there was " None sootier."
which, in the worthy captain's memory, was insepo- nothing remarkable in that ;he was only flung by a kind " suppose we begin now 7"
of wrestling trick,. which he ceud easily have hattled: had " nyippo.sc we do, brother."
red,- associated with a battle in Seven-dials, whither 1
ihe twen aware of it. ' You Willinut do that again sir, said " Not whilst lam here," said the woman, flinging her
he once went to seize two deserters. In Tipperary he, as he got up and put himself on his guard. The fellow knitting down, and starting upon her feet; " not whilst 1
Lavengro went to school to read the Latin tongue laughed strain more strangely and awkwardly than before; am here shall this gorge, learn ltommany. A pretty ma-
and the Greek letters, studies which, however, re- then, bending his body and moving his head from one side nortivre, truly ; and what would be the end of it ? 1 guts
ceived less attention at this time than the adventures to the other, as a cat does before she springs, and crying out, to the fooling ker with my sister, to tell a fortune, and earn
' Here's for ye, codger 7' he made a dart at Bagg, rushing in a few sixpences for the chalice. I secs a jolly pig in the yard,
of Ilickathrift and Wight Wallace. here he
. . with his head foremust. ' That will do, sir,' says Bags, gnat and I says to my sister, speaking Rommany, •Do su and
made the acquaintance of the indigenes, one o 1 drawing himself hack, he put in a left-handed blow with all so,' oars .1 ; which, the farming man hearing, asks what we
whom, a " moon," us the farmer's bons were called, the force of his hotly and arm, just over the fellow'', right are talking about. 'Nothing at all, master,' says I; ' some-
.
he thus sketches: eye—Bagg is a left-handed hitter, you must know—and it thing about the weather;' when who Mould start up from
TILT INCIPIENT NUTS?. was a blow of that kind which won him his famous battle behind a pale, where he has been listening, but this ugly
Ile was about sixteen years old, and above six feet high, at Edinburgh with the high Highland sergeant. Dago says gorgio, crying out, 'They are atter poisoning your pigs,
dressed in a grey suit; the coat, from its size, appeared to he was quite satisfied with the blow, more especially when neighbour!' so that we are glad to run, I and my sister,
have been made for him some ten years before. He was he saw the fellow reel, fling nut his arms, and fall to the with perhaps the fart-engru shouting ter us. Says my
remarkably narrow-eho eted and mood-ahouldered, owing, ground. ' And now, sir,' said he, ' I'll make bold to hand sister to me, when we have gut fairly its; ' How came that
perhaps, as much to the tightness of his garment as to the you ever to the quarter sessions, and, if there is a hundred ugly one to know what you said to me ?' Whereupon I an-
hand of nature. Ills face was long, and his eamplexion pounds for taking you, who has more right to it than rev- suers, 'lt all comes of my son Jasper, who brings the gorgio
swarthy ; relieved, however, by certain freckles, with which self ?' So he went forward, but ere he could lay hold of his to our tire, and must needs be teaching him.' ' Who was
the skin was plentifully studded. He had strange, wander- man the other was again on his legs, and was prepared to fool there i' says my sister. ' Who, indeed, but my son
lug eye., grey, and somewhat unequal in size ; they seldom renew the combat. They grappled each other—Bagg says Jasper; I answers. And here should I be a greater fool
rested on the honk, hut were generally wanolcring about the he had not much fear of the result, es he now felt himself to sit still and sutler it; which I will not do. Ido not like
room, from one °Meet to another. Simetimes he would fix the bast mon, the other seeming half-stunned with the blow; the look of hint; he looks over-gorgeous. An ill day to the
them intently on the wall, and then suddenly starting, as if but just then there came on a blast, a horrible marina wind, ltoulaus, when he masters nonuuany ; and, when I says that,
from a revenge he would commence making certain myste- hearing night upon its win, snow, and sleet, and hail. I pens a true dukkerin."
rime, moovements with his thumbs and forefingers, as if Ise Same says he had the fellow by the throat quite faat, as he 1. What do better
call God, Jasper ?"
were shuffling something from them. thought, but suddenly became bewildered, end knew nut "You bud better be jawing," mid the woman, raising her
Imr morning, as he sat by himself on a bench, eneneed where was; and the man seemed to melt away from his voice to a terrible xeream ; " you had better be musing ode
in this manner, I went up to him, and said, " Good day, gram, and the wind howled more and more, and the night my gorgio; hang jyou fur a keen one, tatting there by the
Murtagh ; you 11'1 not seem to have much to do?" poured down darker and darker ; the snow and the sleet tire, and stealing my language before my face. Do you know
" Faith, you may say that, Shorsha dear !—it is seldom thither and more blinding. ' Lord have mercy upon us 7' whom you bare to deal with ? Do you know that lam dan-
mneh to ilia that I hare." said Bairg." genius i My name is Herne, and I comes of thehairy ones!
"And what are you doing with your hand!, ?" Myself. A strange adventure that; it is well that Bagg And a hairy oue she looked! She wore her hair clubbed
"Faith, then, if I must tell you, I was e'en dealing with got aome alive. upon her head, thatened with many strings and ligatures; I
the cards." John. He says that the fight was a fair fight, and that the but now, tearing cheer off. her locks, oorigivally jet black, but
"Do yon play much at cards ?" fling he got was a fair fling, the result of a common enough now partially gnarled with age, fell down on es ery bide
" Sorra a game, Shomha, have I played with the earls wrestling trick. But with respect to the storm, which nose of her, col-erne her fare and back as far down as her knees.
since rij uncle Phelim. the thief, stole away the mild pack, up just in time to Nave the fellow, he is of opinion that it No she-bear of Leyland evir lacked more tierce and hairy
when he went to -MBe in the county Waterford !" was not fair, hut something Irish and supernatural. than did that MOMMI, us, standing in the open part of the
" But you have ether things to do?" ifyseff. I dare say he's right. I have read of witchcraft tent, with her head bent down, and her shoulders drawu
" SOrM anything else has Muurtagh to do that hr carte in the Bible. up, meltingly about to precipitate herself upon me, she re-
alwrat ; and that makes me dread so going home at nights." John. lie wishes much to hove one more encounter with mated, again and main,—
" I should like to know all about you ; where do you live, the fellow ; he says that on fair ground, and in fine wen" My name is Herne, and I comes of the hairy ones !"
joy?" thee, he has no doubt that he could master him, and hand " I call God Duvet, brother."
" Faith, then, ye shall know all about me, and where I hint over to the quarter sessions. He says that a hundred "It sounds very like Devil."
live. It is eta pima called the Wilderness that I lice, and pounds would be no bad thing to be disbanded upon; for "It doth, brother, it dooth."
they call it so because it is a fearful wild place, without any he wisher to take an inn at Swantun Morley, keep a cock- "And what do you call divine—l mean godly ?"
Mere no or it but my father's own ; and that's where I live pit, and live respectably. "Oh! I call that duvelskoe."
when at home." efeseet Hr is quite right; end now kiss me, my darling "I am thinking of something, Jasper."
" And your father is a farmer, I suppose ?" brother, for I must go back through the bog to Toupleinure. " What are you thinking of, brother 7"
" You may say that; and it is a farmer I should have At the Templemore barracks Lavengro became ac. " Would it not be a rum thing if divine and devilish were
been, like. my lumber Denis, had not my uncle Phelan, the originally one and the seine word?"
quainted with n specimen of the Irish cob, a stranor
thief; multi lay father to scud me to school, to learn Greek 'a ' ltwoula, brother, it would . . "
letters, that I might be mode a saggart of, and sent to Faris kind of animal, choleric but kind, able to distinguish • • • ; a
end Salamanca." ‘. on officer's sem from a blackguard dragoon," only From this time I had frequent interviews with Jasper,
" And you amid rather be a farmer than a priest 7" fifteen hands high, and vet with the girth of a dray- sometimes in hie tent, sometimes on the heath, about which
" You may nay that!—for were I a farmer, like the rest, horse, a small head, br7oad chest, and immense and we would roam for hours, discoursing on various mutter,.
I should have something to do, like the cwt—something • .•
neaunfidly-earred neck ; in a word, a model of one of his horses of which he had
Sometiuies mounted on . , .
I that I cared flor—and I should come home tired at night, several, I would accompany him to various fairs and markets
and fall asleep, ago the rest do, before the fire ; but when 1 symmetry and strength. This creature awoke in lin the. neighbourhood, to which he went on his own alleles,
I tom, home at night lam net tired, for I have been doing Lavengro a passion, which in his own words is thus or thew of his tribe. I soon found that I had become ae-
nothing all day that I care for ; and then I sits down and described : I quainted with a most singular people, whose habits and pur-
sues, about me, and at the fire, till 1 become frightened ; suits awakened within our the highest interest. Of all eon-
and the n I shouts to my brother Denia, or to the gosoonna, elected with them, however, the language was doubtless that
' Get up, I say, and lees he doing something ; tell us the which exereised the greenest influenceovermy imagination. I'
tale of Finn-ma-Coy], and how he lay down in the Shan- had at flrat some suspicion that it would prove a mere made-up '
non's led, and let the river How down hi+ jaws !' Arrah, gibberish ; but 1 wax soon undeceived. Broken, corrupted,
Shomha! I wish you would come and stay with us, and and half in ruins as it was, it was not long before I found
tell us some 0' your sweet stories of your gownself and the that it warm original speech, far more so, indeed, thee one or
snake ye carried about wid ye. Faitli, Shonha, dear ! that two others of high name and celebrity, which up to that time I
snake bate. anything about Finn-ma-Caul or Brian Boroo, bad lwe nin tilt. lethit of regarding a ith respect and veneration.
the thieves tan, lad lurk to them 7" Indeed many obscure points tom, eted with the vocabu- '
..And do they get up rind tell you stories?" lary of these hinguages, and to which neither classic or mo-
" Sometimes they olosa, but oofteurnest they nurses me, and dem bore afforded any clue, I thought 1 could now clear up
' bids me be quiet! But I can't he quiet, either before the by means of this strange broken tongue, spoken by pimple
are or ahed ; so I runs out of the house, and stares at the who dwelt amongst thickets and furze bushes, in tents as
rocks, at the trees, and sometimes at the clouds as they run tawny as their ewes, and whom the generality of mankind
a race across the bright moon ; and the more I stares, the designated, and with much semblance of justice, as thieves
I more (righted I grows, till 1 screeches and hollows. And' and vagabonds. But where did thin speech come from,
last Mahe I went into the barn, and hid my face in the and who were they who spoke it? These were questione
straw ; and there, as I lay and shivered in the straw, I which I could nut solve, and which Jasper himsele when
heard a voice above my head singing out, 'To whit, to pressed, confeseed his inability to answer. " But, whoever
whom!' and then up I starts, and runs into the house, and I we be, brother," said he, " we are an old people, and not
falls over my brother Dvni+, as he lies at the fire. ' What's what folks in general imagine, broken gorgioa ; and, if we
that for,' says he. ' Gee up, you thief" says I, ' and be arc not Egyptians, we are at any rate ltommany Chats !"
helping me. I have been out into the barn, and an owlhaa " nominally CIla! I should not wonder after all," said
erma'il at me r " I, " that these people had something to do with the found-
" And what has this to do with playing cards ?" lug of Rome. Rome, it is said, was built by vagabonds ;
" little enough, Shoorsha, dear!—lf there were card-play- who knows but that some tribe of the kind settled down
lug, I should not be (righted." thereabouts, and called the town which they built after their
" And why do you not play cards?" name; hut whence did they come originally ? eh! there is
" Did I not till you that the thief, my uncle Phelim, stole , the ditticulty.
away the park? If we had the park, my brother Deeds But, übanduning these questions, which at that time were
and the iramons would be re my enough to get up from their I tattoo profound for me' I wentunstudyingthelunguage,and
sleep before the fire, and play earls with me fur ha'pence,' at the same time the churaeters and manners of thew strange
or ,eggs, or 'nothing at all ; but the pack is gone bad Melt people. My rapid progress in the former astonished, allay
to the thief who Mak it!" it delighted, impel. " We'll no longer call you Sapengro,
"And why don't you buy another ?" brother," mid he, "but rather Lavengro, which, in the lan-
"lsit of buying you are speaking ? And where am I Ile gauge of the gurgles, meaneth word-master." " Nay, lim-
pet the money ." then," mid Tawno Chikno, with whom I had become very
" Ah 1 that's another thing 7" intimate, " you had better call him Cooro-mengro; I have
" Faith it is, honey !—Anol now the Christmas holidays , put on the glory with him, and timid him a pure fist-master;
is coming, when I shall he at home by do y as well as night, 1 I like him fur that, for I am a Cooro-mengro myself, and
end then what ant Ito do,? Since I have been a saggarting, ' was born at lirummagcn."
I have been good for nothing at all—neither fur work nor " Hikes him for his modesty," said Mrs. Chikno; "I
(heck-aunty to play cards! Faith, it's going mad I will never hears any ill words come from his mouth, but, on the
be !" contrary, much tweet language. Ills talk is gulden, and he has
" I stay, Murtagh !" taught my eldest to say his prayers in Itomunany, which my
"Yes Shorsha, dear!" rover hadnever the grace tuelo. ' Ile is the pal of toy rum,"
"I have a pack of cards." said Mrs. l'etul-engro, who was a very handeome woman,
1 " You don't say so, Shorsha ma voumeen 7—you don't " uud therefore 1 like.* lian, and not the len for his being a
I say that you have earls fifty-two ?" rye ; folks call me high-minded, and perhaps 1 have reason
" I do, though; and they are quite new—never been to be so; before I married l'haroah I had an offer from a
am used." lord—l likes the young rye, anal( he chooses to follow us, he
" And you'll be lending them to me, I warrant 7" shall have my sister. Whet soy you, mother ? should not
"Don't think it "—But I'll sell them to you, joy, if you the young ree have my sister Lrsulu ?"
" I am going to my people," said Mrs. theme, placing a
bundle upon a donkey, which was her own peculiar pro-
perty ; "I am going to Yorkshire, for I can stand this no
longer. You say you like him; in that we differs ; I hates
the gorgio, and would like, speaking Romanly, to mix a
little poison with his waters. And now go to Luudm, my
children, I goes to Yorkshire. Take my blessing with ye,
and a little bit of a gillie to cheer your hearts with when ye
are weary. In all kinds of weather have we lived toge-
ther ; but now we arc parted. I goes broken-hearted—l
can't keep you company; ye are no longer Rommany. To
gain a bad brother ye have lost a good mother."
The gypsies departed, Lavengro returned home to
ponder Irish and visit a refugee priest, from whom
he picked lip French and Italian. But he was now
sixteen, and must think of a profession. The church
WOO talked of; but the irregular manner in which he
had picked up Irish convinced his parent that he
would never learn Greek in the college method; be-
sides, he had forsaken the instructions of a sound
protestant divine l'or the comixtny of the papist ga-
soon, and was neglecting even the sonorous terzets of
the Divine Comedy, in order to become acquainted
with the broken speech and yet more broken songs of
houseleas wanderers whom he had met at a hone-
fair. No, Lavengro would not make a churchman.
So he was put to the law, and for eight hours a day
was seated behind a lofty deal desk, transcribing
documents in a solicitor's office. In Blackstone he
made as little progress as he could help, but behind
the said desk, when backs were turned, he mastered
the stanzas of Ab Gwylim, a certain wild Welchman,
who, some four hundred years before, incited
cowydds to the daughters of Cambria, generally
terminating with the modest request of a few words
beneath the green-wood bough. But even Ab
Gwylim came to be yawned over in time, and
Lavengro began to seek excitement in reading the
lives of lawless men, Murray and Latroon, boob of
singular power, but of coarse and prurient imagina-
-1 lion. Lauguage again came to his help; accident
brought him a I)antsh book of ballads and songs
about the deeds of ancient champions and giants.
Without grammar or diet ionary he managed to learn to
read this book, by obtaining a Danish Bible and com-
paring its words with the language of our version.
Within six months afterwards he had picked up a
philosopher from Gernuniy, who had taught him not
only the elements of the Teutonic tongue, but also to
ask himself very many queer questions, such as
" whether he was ever born ? Is not all a lie, a de-
ceitful phantom? Is there a real earth and sky ?"
To start these doubts, however, was all that the new
acquaintance could accomplish. Lavengro was as
far from the solution as Buddh, who lived hundreds
of rears before Solomon who declared "There is
nothing new under the sun."
Here our task ends. If the reader's curiosity has
not been excited, if he would not like to know how
Lavengro turned gypsy, mended kettles, and shoes
his own horse, meets Belle in the dingle, and is
taught by her to fight—we have at once mistaken
the value of this, to us, at once the strangest and
likeliest book of the season.

A HORSEMAN'S ENTitt:SIA@M.
Off went the col) at a slow and gentle trot, too fast and
rough, however, for so inexperienced a rider. I soon felt
myself sliding off; the animal perceived it too, and instantly
stood stone still till I had righted myself; and now the
groom came up—' When you feel yourself going," said he.
„don't lay hold of the mane, that's uo use; inane never yet,
saved man front falling, no more than straw from drown-
ing; it's his sides you must cling to with your calves and
feet, till you learn to balance yourself. rhat's it, now
abroad with you; I'll bet my comnide a pot of beer that
you'll be a regular rough rider by the time you comeback."
And so it proved; 1 followed the direction of the groom,
and the cob gave me e'er), assistance. HOW easy is riding,
after the first timidity is got over, to supple and youthful
limbs; and there is no second fear. The creature soon found
that the nerves of his rider were in proper tone. 'Turning
his head half round, he made a kind of whining noise, flung
out a little foam, and set oaf.
In less than two hours I had made the circuit of the !,
Devil's Mountain, and was returning along the road, I
bathed with perspiration, but screluning with delight; the
cob laughing in his equine way, scattering foam and pebbles
to the left and right, and trotting at the rate of sixteen
miles an hour.
Oh, that ride! that first ride!—most truly it was an
epoch in my existence; and I still look back to it with feel-
ings
of lunging and regret. People may talk of first love—
it is a very agreeable event, I dare say—but give me the ,
flush and triumph and glorious sweat of a first rid,, like ;
mine on the mighty cob! My whole frame was shaken, it i
is true ; and during one long week I could hardly move foot
or hand; but what of that ? By that one trial I had be-
come free, as I may nay, of the whole equine species. No
more fatigue, no more ibiliness of joints, after that first ride
round the Devil's-hill on the cub.
Oh, that cub! that Irish crab!—may the soil lie lightly
over the bones of the strongest, speediest, and most gallant
of Be kind! Oh! the days who n, issuing front the barniek-
gate of Templemore, we:comineueed our hurry scurry, just
as inclination led—now across the fields—direct over stone
walls and running brooks—mere pastime fur the cob!—
sometimes along the road to Thurles and Holy Cross, even
to distant Cahir !—what was distanet. to the cob?
It was thus that the paasion for the equine race was first
awakened within me—a passion which, Alp ill the present time,
has been rather on the increase than diminishing. It is no
blind passion; the horse being a noble and generous crea-
ture, intended by the All-Wise to be the helper and friend
of man, to whom he stands next in the order of creation.
On many oceaaiinui of my life I have been much indebted to
the hone, and have found in him a friend and coadjutor,
when human help and sympathy were not to be obtained,
It is therefore natural enough that I should love the horse ,
hut the love which I entertain for him has always been
blended with respect; fur I soon perceived that, though
disposed to be the friend and helper of man, he is by no
means inclined to be his slave ; in which respect he differs
from the dog, who will crouch when beaten ; whereas the
horse spurns, for he is aware of his own worth, and that he
carries death within the horn of his heel. If, therefore, I
found it easy to love the horse, I found it equally natural to
respect hint.
• • • • •

" Rattans mon Dinul! em I not after telling you that I
ire no mosey at all ?"
Bat you have as good as money, to me, at least ; and
II take it in exchange.'
•
" What's that, Shorsha, dear ?"
"Irish'"
Irish ?"
o yes, you speak Irish; I heard von talking it the other
day to the cripple. You shall teach me Irish."
And is it a language-master you'd be making of me ?"
"To be sure '.—w hat better can you do?—it would help
you to pars your time at school. You can't learn Greek, so
you must teach Irish:"
Before Christmas, Murtagh was playing at cards with his
brother Denis, and I could speak a considerable quantity of
broken Irish.
At Templemore, where the regiment was next
quartered, there was no school nor Nlurtagh, and the
Dc Foe was learnt by heart. The country was
wild. and thinly inhabited. The huge bog of Allan
lay close by, ruined castles loomed through the
country mists, and, at the distance of half a dozen
milt., was seen the Devil's Mountain, with the
deism whence a piece had been bitten out of its brow
by his Satanic majesty himself. Ilia time was here
•
beguiled by visits to the cabins of the peasantry,
who took his Irish talk as a great compliment.
Paying a visit to his brother, an ensign of sixteen,
quartered with his detachment in a wretched wooden
barrack, in a desolate snow-covered moor, he hears
the story of Jerry Grunt.
AND WHO IA JERRY GRANT?
Did you never hear of him ? that's strange ; the whole
countryy• u talking about him ; he is a kind of outlaw, rebel,
1.. r robber; all three. I dare say ; there's a hundred pounds
offered for hi. head ?"
" And where does he live?"
" Ills proper home, they my, is in the Queen's County,
where he has a band ; but he is a strange fellow, fond of
wandering about by himself amidst the hogs and mountains,
and living in the old castles; occasionally he quarters him-
self in the peasants' houses, who let him do just as he
pleases he is free of his money, and often does them good
turns, and can be good-humoured enough, so they don't
dislike hint. Then, he is what they call a fairy man, a per-
son in league with fairies and spirits, and able to work much
harm by supernatural means, on which account they hold
him In great awe ; he is, moreover, a mighty strong and tall
know. nogg has seen him."
„Has he?"
"Yes! and felt him; he, too, is a strange one. A few
days ago he was told that Grant had been seen hovering
about an old castle some two miles off in the bog ; au one
afternoon what does he do hut, without saying a word to
me— for which, by the by, ought to put him under arrest,
though what I should du with Bugg I have no idea what-
ever—what does he do but walk off to the castle, intending,
as I suppose, to pay a visit to Jerry. Ile had some difficulty
in getting there, on account of die turf-holes in the bug,
I which he was not accustomed to ; however, thither at last
be got and went in. It was a strange lonesome place, be
says, and he did not much like the look of it ; however, in
be want, mid searched about from the bottom to the top,
and Assn again. but could hind no one ; he shouted and
balloord, but nobody answered, save the rooks and
ehoughs. which started up in great numbers. ' I have lost
my trouble,' said nagg, and left the castle. It was now late
'in the afternoon, near sunset, when about half-way over the
bog he met • man . . ."
And that man was . . ."
" Jerry Grant ! there's no doubt of it. Beggs says it was

have

That ride, amongst other things, taught me that a lad
with thews and sinews was intended by nature for WM,-
thing better than mere word-culling; and if I have accom-
plished anything in after life worth mentioning, I believe it
may partly be attributed to the ideas which that ride, by
setting my blood in a glow, infused into my brain.
The militia regiment disbanded, Lavengra returned
to East Anglia with his father. His passion fur the
equine race led him to a horse fair, one of those
lively scenes which only provincial market-towns
can supply. There was shouting and whooping,
neighing and braving; there was galloping and trot-
ting; fellows with high-lows and white stockings.
and with many a string hanging from the knees of
their tight breeches, were running desperately, hold-
ing horses by the halter, or dragging them along;
there were long-tailed steeds and dock-tailed steeds,
of every degree and breed; there were droves of
wild ponies, and long rows of sober cart-horses; there
were donkeys, and even mules, the rarest animals in
damp and misty England. Amidst this throng
Lavengro was dCseried by Jasper, the gypsy, whom
he had years before met, when the viper lay hidden
in his bosom. They made off together for the farthest
tent of an encampment outside the town, where the
gypsy relates what has passed since the former en-
counter. Ilis father and mother have been tram—
. ported. Ile, Jasper Petulengro, theirson, is a gypsy
hag, a Romanny Kral.

THE RUMANNY LANGUAGE.
" And nu have a language of your own ?"
°Avails:

"Thus is wonderful."
" Ha, ha!" cried the woman, who had hitherto sat knit-
ting, at the further end of the tent, without saying a word,
though not inattentive to our conversation, as I could per-
eche, by certain glances which she occasionally cast upon
us both. " Ha, ha !" she screamed, fixing upon me two
eyes, which shown like burning coals, and which were
filled with an expression both of scorn and malignity.
"It is wonderful, is it. that we should have 'a
language of our own ? What, you grudge the poor
people the speech they talk among theme's ?
That's just like you gorgios, you would have everybody
stupid, single-tongued idiots, like yourselves. K e are
taken before the Poknees of the gas, myself and sister, to
give an account of ourselves. So I says to my sister's little
boy, speaking Rommany, I says to the little boy who
is with us, run to my son Jasper and the rest, and tell
them to be off, there are hawks abroad. So the Poknees
questions us, and lets us go, not being able to make any-
thing of u ; but, as we are going, he calls us back. ' Good
woman,' says the Poknees, ' what was that I heard you
say just now to the little boy i" I was telling him, your
worship, to go and see the tame of day, and, to save trouble,
I said it in our language.' When., did you get that lan-
guage says the Poknees. 'Tis our own language, sir,' I
tells bins, •we did not steal it Shall I tell you what it is,
my good woman ?' says the Pokneas, I would thank you,
I sir, says I, ' for often we are asked about it.' Well,