for all of them to "have a pull." Spittoons are things they
never use. White, scented, cambric pocket-handkerchiefs are not often
brought into request upon their "lovely faces." They prefer allowing the
bottom of the dresses the honour of appearing before his worship "the
nose." Nothing pleases the Gipsies better than to give them some of the
weed. I saw a poor, dying, old Gipsy woman the other day. Nothing
seemed to please her so much, although she could scarcely speak, as to
delight in referring to the sins of her youth, of a kind before referred
to, and no present was so acceptable to her as "a nounce of baccy." She
said she "would rather have it than gold," and I "could not have pleased
her better." I doubt whether she lived to smoke it. I think I am
speaking within the mark when I state that fully three-fourths of the
Gipsy women in this country are inveterate smokers. It is a black,
burning shame for us to have such a state of things in our midst. In
nine cases out of ten the children of drunken, smoking women will turn
out to be worthless scamps and vagabonds, and a glance at the Gipsies
will prove my statements.

Eternity will reveal their deeds of darkness--murders, immorality,
torturous and heart-rending treatment to their poor slaves of women,
beastly and murderous brutality to their poor children. There is a
terrible reckoning coming for the "Gipsy man," who can chuckle to his
fowls, and kick, with his iron-soled boot, his poor child to death; who
can warm and shelter his blackbird, and send the offspring of his own
body to sleep upon rotten straw and the dung-heap, covered over with
sticks and rags, through which light, hail, wind, rain, sleet, and snow
can find its way without let or hinderance; who can take upon his knees a
dog and fondle it in his bosom, and, at the same time, spit in his wife's
face with oaths and cursing, and send her out in the snow on a
piercing-cold winter's day, half clad and worse fed, with child on her
back and basket on her arm, to practise the art of double-dyed lying and
deception on honest, simple people, in order to bring back her ill-gotten
gains to her semi-clad hovel, on which to fatten her "lord and master,"
by half-cleaned knuckle-bones, ham-shanks, and pieces of bacon that fall
from the "rich man's table."

The following is a specimen of house-dwelling Gipsies in the Midlands I
have visited. In the room downstairs there were a broken-down old squab,
two