or the nose, another for the hands and feet, another for
the colour only. Alfred Smith sits for his feet, and there are others
who sit for their legs and arms. No class of people, owing to their
mixture with other classes, tribes, and nations, presents a greater
variety of models for the artist than the Gipsy. If an artist wants to
paint a thief he can find a model among the Gipsies. If he wants to
paint a dark highwayman lurking behind a hedge after his prey he goes to
the Gipsy. If he wants to paint Ajax he goes to the Gipsy. If he wants
to paint a Grecian, Roman, or Spaniard he goes to the Gipsy. Of course
there are exceptions, but if an artist wants to paint a large, fine,
intellectual-looking figure, with an open countenance, he keeps away from
the Gipsies and seeks his models elsewhere. Dregs among the Gipsies have
produced queens for the artists.

Gipsies with a mixture of English blood in their veins have produced men
with pluck, courage, and stamina, strongly built, with plenty of muscle
and bone. Two "bruisers" of the Gipsy vagabond class have worn the
champion's belt of the world; and, on the other hand, this mixture of
English and Gipsy blood has produced some fine delicate Grecian forms of
female beauty, dove-like, soft in eye, hand, and heart--the flashy fire
in the eye of a Gipsy has been reduced to the modesty and innocence and
simplicity of a child. Our present race of Gipsies, under the influence
of education, refinement, and religion, will, if properly and wisely
taken in hand and dealt with according to the light of reason and truth,
produce a class of men and women well qualified to take their share, for
weal or for woe, in the struggle of life.

Some first-rate songsters and musicians have been produced among the
Gipsies, and whose merits have been acknowledged. Perhaps the highest
compliment ever paid to a singer was paid by Catalini herself to one of
the daughters of a tanned and tawny skin. It is well known in Russia
that the celebrated Italian was so enchanted with the voice of a Moscow
Gipsy (who, after the former had displayed her noble talent before a
splendid audience in the old Russian capital, stepped forward and poured
forth one of her national strains) that she tore from her own shoulders a
shawl of cashmere which had been presented to her by the Pope, and,
embracing the Gipsy, insisted on her acceptance of the splendid gift,
saying that it was intended for the matchless son