And I believe no person can better apply to himself Will Shakspeare's invitation,-- 'Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither, Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.'" Relieved from his former fear, but with increased curiosity at this quotation, which was half said, half sung, in a tone which seemed to evince a hearty relish for the sense of the words, the youth replied,-- "Truly, I did not expect to meet among the travellers of this wild country with so well-stored a memory.

And, indeed, I should have imagined that the only persons to whom your verses could exactly have applied were those honourable vagrants from the Nile whom in vulgar language we term gypsies." "Precisely so, sir," answered the tall stranger, indifferently; "precisely so.

It is to that ancient body that I belong." "The devil you do!" quoth the youth, in unsophisticated surprise; "the progress of education is indeed astonishing!" "Why," answered the stranger, laughing, "to tell you the truth, sir, I am a gypsy by inclination, not birth.

The illustrious Bamfylde Moore Carew is not the only example of one of gentle blood and honourable education whom the fleshpots of Egypt have seduced." "I congratulate myself," quoth the youth, in a tone that might have been in jest, "upon becoming acquainted with a character at once so respectable and so novel; and, to return your quotation in the way of a compliment, I cry out with the most fashionable author of Elizabeth's days,-- 'O for a bowl of fat Canary, Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry,' in order to drink to our better acquaintance." "Thank you, sir,--thank you," cried the strange gypsy, seemingly delighted with the spirit with which his young acquaintance appeared to enter into his character, and his quotation from a class of authors at that time much less known and appreciated than at present; "and if you have seen already enough of the world to take up with ale when neither Canary, Palermo, nor Sherry are forthcoming, I will promise, at least, to pledge you in large draughts of that homely beverage.

What say you to passing a night with us?
our tents are yet more at hand than the public-house of which I spoke to you." The young man hesitated a moment, then replied,-- "I will answer you frankly, my friend, even though I may find cause to repent my confidence.