"Ain't it wrong to steal dese here chickens ?" asked a negro who was seized with scruples while helping to rob a hen-roost.

"Dat, Cuff, am a great moral question, an' we haint got time to discuss it--so jist hand down anoder pullet." I found that Henry had much curious knowledge as to old Rommany ways, though he spoke with little respect of the Gipsy of the olden time, who, as he declared, thought all he needed in life was to get a row of silver buttons on his coat, a pair of high boots on his feet, and therewith--_basta_! He had evidently met at one time with Mr George Borrow, as appeared by his accurate description of that gentleman's appearance, though he did not know his name.

"Ah! he could talk the jib first-rateus," remarked my informant; "and he says to me, 'Bless you! you've all of you forgotten the real Gipsy language, and don't know anything about it at all.' Do you know Old Frank ?" he suddenly inquired.
"Avo," I replied.

"He's the man who has been twice in America." "But d'ye know how rich he is?
He's got money in bank.

And when a man gets money in bank, _I_ say there is somethin' in it.