“Goodwoman，“sayshe，“what’sthatyouaretalking？Isitbrokenlanguage？““Ofcourse，yourreverence，“saysI，“wearebrokenpeople；giveashilling，yourreverence，tothepoorbrokenwoman。“
　　Oh，thesegorgios!theygrudgeusourverylanguage!’
　　’Shecalledyouherson，Jasper？’
　　’Iamherson，brother。’
　　’Ithoughtyousaidyourparentswere-’
　　’Bitchadeypawdel；youthoughtright，brother。Thisismywife’smother。’
　　’Thenyouaremarried，Jasper？’
　　’Ay，truly；Iamhusbandandfather。Youwillseewifeandchaboanon。’
　　’Wherearetheynow？’
　　’Inthegav，penningdukkerin。’
　　’Weweretalkingoflanguage，Jasper？’
　　’True，brother。’
　　’Yoursmustbearumone？’
　　’’TiscalledRommany。’
　　’Iwouldgladlyknowit。’
　　’Youneeditsorely。’
　　’Wouldyouteachitme？’
　　’Nonesooner。’
　　’Supposewebeginnow？’
　　’Supposewedo，brother。’
　　’NotwhilstIamhere，’saidthewoman，flingingherknittingdown，andstartinguponherfeet；’notwhilstIamhereshallthisgorgiolearnRommany。Aprettymanoeuvre，truly；andwhatwouldbetheendofit？Igoestothefarmingkerwithmysister，totellafortune，andearnafewsixpencesforthechabes。Iseesajollypigintheyard，andIsaystomysister，speakingRommany，“Dosoandso，“saysI；whichthefarmingmanhearing，askswhatwearetalkingabout。“Nothingatall，master，“saysI；“somethingabouttheweather“；whenwhoshouldstartupfrombehindapale，wherehehasbeenlistening，butthisuglygorgio，cryingout，“Theyareafterpoisoningyourpigs，neighbour!“sothatwearegladtorun，Iandmysister，withperhapsthefarm-engroshoutingafterus。
　　Saysmysistertome，whenwehavegotfairlyoff，“Howcamethatuglyonetoknowwhatyousaidtome？“WhereuponIanswers，“ItallcomesofmysonJasper，whobringsthegorgiotoourfire，andmustneedsbeteachinghim。““Whowasfoolthere？“saysmysister。
　　“Who，indeed，butmysonJasper，“Ianswers。AndhereshouldIbeagreaterfooltositstillandsufferit；whichIwillnotdo。I
　　donotlikethelookofhim；helooksover-gorgeous。AnilldaytotheRomanswhenhemastersRommany；and，whenIsaysthat，Ipensatruedukkerin。’
　　’WhatdoyoucallGod，Jasper？’
　　’Youhadbetterbejawing，’saidthewoman，raisinghervoicetoaterriblescream；’youhadbetterbemovingoff，mygorgio；hangyouforakeenone，sittingtherebythefire，andstealingmylanguagebeforemyface。Doyouknowwhomyouhavetodealwith？DoyouknowthatIamdangerous？MynameisHerne，andIcomesofthehairyones!’
　　Andahairyoneshelooked!Sheworeherhairclubbeduponherhead，fastenedwithmanystringsandligatures；butnow，tearingtheseoff，herlocks，originallyjetblack，butnowpartiallygrizzledwithage，felldownoneverysideofher，coveringherfaceandbackasfardownasherknees。Noshe-bearofLaplandeverlookedmorefierceandhairythandidthatwoman，asstandingintheopenpartofthetent，withherheadbentdown，andhershouldersdrawnup，seeminglyabouttoprecipitateherselfuponme，sherepeated，againandagain，-
　　’MynameisHerne，andIcomesofthehairyones!-’
　　’IcallGodDuvel，brother。’
　　’ItsoundsverylikeDevil。’
　　’Itdoth，brother，itdoth。’
　　’Andwhatdoyoucalldivine，Imeangodly？’
　　’Oh!Icallthatduvelskoe。’
　　’Iamthinkingofsomething，Jasper。’
　　’Whatareyouthinkingof，brother？’
　　’Woulditnotbearumthingifdivineanddevilishwereoriginallyoneandthesameword？’
　　’Itwould，brother，itwould-’……
　　FromthistimeIhadfrequentinterviewswithJasper，sometimesinhistent，sometimesontheheath，aboutwhichwewouldroamforhours，discoursingonvariousmatters。Sometimes，mountedononeofhishorses，ofwhichhehadseveral，Iwouldaccompanyhimtovariousfairsandmarketsintheneighbourhood，towhichhewentonhisownaffairs，orthoseofhistribe。IsoonfoundthatIhadbecomeacquaintedwithamostsingularpeople，whosehabitsandpursuitsawakenedwithinmethehighestinterest。Ofallconnectedwiththem，however，theirlanguagewasdoubtlessthatwhichexercisedthegreatestinfluenceovermyimagination。Ihadatfirstsomesuspicionthatitwouldproveameremade-upgibberish；
　　butIwassoonundeceived。Broken，corrupted，andhalfinruinsasitwas，itwasnotlongbeforeIfoundthatitwasanoriginalspeech，farmoreso，indeed，thanoneortwoothersofhighnameandcelebrity，which，uptothattime，Ihadbeeninthehabitofregardingwithrespectandveneration。Indeedmanyobscurepointsconnectedwiththevocabularyoftheselanguages，andtowhichneitherclassicnormodernloreaffordedanyclue，IthoughtI
　　couldnowclearupbymeansofthisstrangebrokentongue，spokenbypeoplewhodweltamongstthicketsandfurzebushes，intentsastawnyastheirfaces，andwhomthegeneralityofmankinddesignated，andwithmuchsemblanceofjustice，asthievesandvagabonds。Butwheredidthisspeechcomefrom，andwhoweretheywhospokeit？ThesewerequestionswhichIcouldnotsolve，andwhichJasperhimself，whenpressed，confessedhisinabilitytoanswer。’But，whoeverwebe，brother，’saidhe，’weareanoldpeople，andnotwhatfolksingeneralimagine，brokengorgios；and，ifwearenotEgyptians，weareatanyrateRommanyChals!’
　　’RommanyChals!Ishouldnotwonderafterall，’saidI，’thatthesepeoplehadsomethingtodowiththefoundingofRome。Rome，itissaid，wasbuiltbyvagabonds，whoknowsbutthatsometribeofthekindsettleddownthereabouts，andcalledthetownwhichtheybuiltaftertheirname；butwhencedidtheycomeoriginally？
　　ah!thereisthedifficulty。’
　　Butabandoningthesequestions，whichatthattimewerefartooprofoundforme，Iwentonstudyingthelanguage，andatthesametimethecharactersandmannersofthesestrangepeople。Myrapidprogressintheformerastonished，whileitdelighted，Jasper。
　　’We’llnolongercallyouSap-engro，brother，’saidhe；butratherLav-engro，whichinthelanguageofthegorgiosmeanethWord-
　　master。’’Nay，brother，’saidTawnoChikno，withwhomIhadbecomeveryintimate，’youhadbettercallhimCooro-mengro，IhaveputonTHEGLOVESwithhim，andfindhimapurefist-master；Ilikehimforthat，forIamaCooro-mengromyself，andwasbornatBrummagem。’
　　’Ilikeshimforhismodesty，’saidMrs。Chikno；’Ineverhearsanyillwordscomefromhismouth，but，onthecontrary，muchsweetlanguage。Histalkisgolden，andhehastaughtmyeldesttosayhisprayersinRommany，whichmyroverhadneverthegracetodo。’
　　’Heisthepalofmyrom，’saidMrs。Petulengro，whowasaveryhandsomewoman，’andthereforeIlikeshim，andnotthelessforhisbeingarye；folkscallsmehigh-minded，andperhapsIhavereasontobeso；beforeImarriedPharaohIhadanofferfromalord-Ilikestheyoungrye，and，ifhechoosestofollowus，heshallhavemysister。Whatsayyou，mother？shouldnottheyoungryehavemysisterUrsula？’
　　’Iamgoingtomypeople，’saidMrs。Herne，placingabundleuponadonkey，whichwasherownpeculiarproperty；’IamgoingtoYorkshire，forIcanstandthisnolonger。Yousayyoulikehim：
　　inthatwediffers；Ihatesthegorgio，andwouldlike，speakingRomanly，tomixalittlepoisonwithhiswaters。AndnowgotoLundra，mychildren，IgoestoYorkshire。Takemyblessingwithye，andalittlebitofagillietocheeryourheartswithwhenyeareweary。Inallkindsofweatherhavewelivedtogether；butnowweareparted。Igoesbroken-hearted-Ican’tkeepyoucompany；
　　yearenolongerRommany。Togainabadbrother，yehavelostagoodmother。’
　　CHAPTERXVIII
　　Whatprofession？-NotfittedforaChurchman-Erraticcourse-
　　Thebitterdraught-Principleofwoe-Thouwouldstbejoyous-
　　Whatailsyou？-Poorchildofclay。