her just now, a month from yesterday's our fourth anniversary,

Nevertheless, she had played me the hukni, and that was not very agreeable; so I determined to be even with her, and by some means or other to see her again. Hearing that on the next day, which was Monday, a great fair was to be held in the neighbourhood of Kelso, I determined to go thither, knowing that the likeliest place in all the world to find a Gypsy at is a fair; so I went to the grand cattle- fair of St. George, held near the ruined castle of Roxburgh, in a lovely meadow not far from the junction of the Teviot and Tweed; and there sure enough, on my third saunter up and down, I met my Gypsy. We met in the most cordial manner--smirks and giggling on her side, smiles and nodding on mine. She was dressed respectably in black, and was holding the arm of a stout wench, dressed in garments of the same colour, who she said was her niece, and a rinkeni rakli. The girl whom she called rinkeni or handsome, but whom I did not consider handsome, had much of the appearance of one of those Irish girls, born in London, whom one so frequently sees carrying milk-pails about the streets of the metropolis. By the bye, how is it that the children born in England of Irish parents account themselves Irish and not English, whilst the children born in Ireland of English parents call themselves not English but Irish? Is it because there is ten times more nationality in Irish blood than in English? After the smirks, smiles, and salutations were over, I inquired whether there were many Gypsies in the fair. "Plenty," said she, "plenty Tates, Andersons, Reeds, and many others. That woman is an Anderson- -yonder is a Tate," said she, pointing to two common-looking females. "Have they much Romany?" said I. "No," said she, "scarcely a word." "I think I shall go and speak to them," said I. "Don't," said she; "they would only be uncivil to you. Moreover, they have nothing of that kind--on the word of a rawnie they have not."

I looked in her eyes; there was nothing of hukni in them, so I shook her by the hand; and through rain and mist, for the day was a wretched one, trudged away to Dryburgh to pay my respects at the tomb of Walter Scott, a man with whose principles I have no sympathy, but for whose genius I have always entertained the most intense admiration.

{ 3} "Merripen" means life, and likewise death; even as "collico" means to-morrow as well as yesterday, and perhaps "sorlo," evening as well as morning.

{ 6} I'll show you about, brother! I'm selling skewers.

THE GHOST OF POLYDORUS, son of HECUBA and Priam, King of Troy

POLYXENA, daughter of HECUBA and Priam

TALTHYBIUS, herald of AGAMEMNON

POLYMESTOR, King of the Thracian Chersonese