But
did you not know that before? we are all sinners. What have you done to
cause you so much distress?' She made no reply, but shook her head and
wept."

The author of the GIPSIES' ADVOCATE, who, for the encouragement of his
readers, has embodied the above interesting paragraphs in his work,
sincerely hopes and prays that all ministers of Christ will, ere long, be
led to imitate this clergyman in his benevolent and Christian attempts to
benefit by the influence of religion and the word of God, the lost, and
ignorant, and miserable, and perishing among mankind.

CHAP. XV. Interesting visits to Gipsy camps, including an Anecdote of
his late beloved MAJESTY, GEORGE THE THIRD.

The following account is extracted from the Home Missionary Magazine for
June, 1823.

_March_, 1823. "Sir,

"If the following facts should afford any encouragement to the benevolent
intentions of the Home Missionary Society, which has, for one of its
objects, the improvement of the state of the _poor Gipsies_, my end in
relating them will be amply answered.

"On Saturday evening, in the month of October, the narrator followed
several Gipsy families. Being arrived at the place of their encampment,
his first object was to gain their confidence. This was accomplished;
after which, to amuse their unexpected visitant, they shewed forth their
night diversions in music and dancing; likewise the means by which they
obtained their livelihood, such as tinkering, fortune-telling, and
conjuring. That the narrator might be satisfied whether he had obtained
their confidence or not, he represented his dangerous situation, in the
midst of which, they all with one voice cried, 'Sir, we would kiss your
feet, rather than hurt you!' After manifesting a confidence in return,
the master of this formidable gang, about forty in number, was challenged
by the narrator for a conjuring match. The challenge was instantly
accepted. The Gipsies placed themselves in the circular form, and both
being in the middle, commenced with their conjuring powers to the best
advantage. At last the narrator proposed the making of something out of
nothing. This proposal was accepted. A stone which never existed, was
to be created, and appear in a certain form in the middle of a circle
made on the turf. The master of the gang commenced, and after much
stamping with his foot, and the narrator warmly exhorting him to cry
aloud; like the roaring of a lion, he endeavoure