And it was the same thing with my father's name--if I saw a man with a name that was the same as his (literally, 'that _samed_ his'), I'd call him by another name.

For 'twould make any man grieve (lit.

'bad') to hear the names of the dead that were dear to him." I suppose that there are very few persons, not of Gipsy blood, in England, to whom the information will not be new, that there are to be found everywhere among us, people who mourn for their lost friends in this strange and touching manner.
Another form of respect for the departed among Gipsies, is shown by their frequently burying some object of value with the corpse, as is, however, done by most wild races.

On questioning the same Gipsy last alluded to, he spoke as follows on this subject, I taking down his words:-- "When Job mullered and was chivved adree the puv, there was a nevvi kushto-dickin dui chakkas pakkered adree the mullo mokto.

Dighton penned a mandy the waver divvus, that trin thousand bars was gavvered posh yeck o' the Chilcotts.