And I have heard of some Stanleys who were buried with gold rings on their fingers.

'_Do all the Gipsies do that_ ?' No! some put things with the dead in the earth, and many do not." Mr Liebich further declares, that while there is really nothing in it to sustain the belief, this extraordinary reverence and regard for the dead is the only fact at all indicating an idea of the immortality of the soul which he has ever found among the Gipsies; but, as he admits, it proves nothing.

To me, however, it is grimly grotesque, when I return to the disciples of Comte--the Positivists--the most highly cultivated scholars of the most refined form of philosophy in its latest stage, and find that their ultimate and practical manifestation of _la religion_, is quite the same as that of those unaffected and natural Positivists, the Gipsies.
With these, as with the others, our fathers find their immortality in our short-lived memories, and if among either, some one moved by deep love--as Auguste was by the eyes of Clotilda--has yearned for immortality with the dear one, and cursed in agony Annihilation, he falls upon the faith founded in ancient India, that only that soul lives for ever which has done so much good on earth, as to leave behind it in humanity, ineffaceable traces of its elevation.
Verily, the poor Gipsies would seem, to a humourist, to have been created by the devil, whose name they almost use for God, a living parody and satanic burlesque of all that human faith, doubt, or wisdom, have ever accomplished in their highest forms.

Even to the weakest minded and most uninformed manufacturers of "Grellmann-diluted" pamphlets, on the Gipsies, their parallel to the Jews is most apparent.

All over the world this black and God-wanting shadow dances behind the solid Theism of "The People," affording proof that if the latter can be preserved, even in the wildest wanderings, to illustrate Holy Writ--so can gipsydom--for no apparent purpose whatever.