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for her Pains. Your Friend the Butler has been Fool enough to be seduced by them; and though he is sure to lose a Knife, a Fork, or a Spoon every Time his Fortune is told him, generally ihuts himself up in the Pantry with an old Gypsie for above half an Hour once in a Twelvemonth. Sweethearts are the things they live upon, which they bestow very plentifully upon all those that apply themselves to them. You see now and then some hand. some young Jades among them: The Sluts have very often white Teeth and black Eyes.

SIR ROGER observing that I listned with great Ate tention to his Account of a People who were so entirely new to me, told me, That if I would they should tell us our Fortunes. As I was very well pleased with the Knight's Proposal, we rid up and communicated our Hands to them. A Cassandra of the Crew, after having examined my Lines yery diligently, told me, That I loved a pretty Maid in a Corner, that I was a good Woman's Man, with some other Particulars which I do not think proper to relate. My Friend Sir ROGER alighted from his Horse, and exposing his Palm to two or three that stood by him, they crumpled it into all Shapes, and diligently scanned every Wrinkle that could be made in it; when one of them, who was older and more Sun-burnt than the rest, told him, That he had a Widow in his Line of Life : Upon which the Knight cryed, Go, go, you are an idle Baggage ; and at the same time smiled upon me. The Gypsie finding he was not displeased in his Heart, told him after a further Enquiry into his Hand, that his True-love was constant, and that she should dream of him to Night. My old Friend cryed Pish, and bid her go on. The Gypsie told hin that he was a Bata chelor, but would not be so long; and that he was dearer to some Body than he thought: The Knight still repeated, She was an idle Baggage, and bid her go on. Ah Mafter, says the Gypsie, that roguish Leer of yours makes a pretty Woman's Heart ake; you ha'n't that Simper about the Mouth for Nothing The uncouth Gibberish with which all this was uttered like the darkness of an Oracle, made us the more attentive to it. To be short, the Knight left the Money with her that he had crossed her Hand witb, and got up again on his Morse.


:: AS we were riding away, Sir ROGER told me, that he knew several sensible People who believed these Gyplies now and then foretold very strange things; and for half an Hour together appeared more jocund chan ordinary. In the Height of his good Humour, meeting a common Beggar upon the Road who was no Conjurer, as he went to relieve him he found his Pocket was pickt: That being a Kind of Palmistry at which this Race of Vermin are very dextrous.

I might here entertain my Reader with Historical Remarks on this Idle profligate People, who infest all the Countries of Europe, and live in the midst of Governinents in a kind of Commonwealth by themselves. But instead of entring into Observations of this nature, I shall fill the remaining part of my Paper with a Story which is still fresh in Holland, and was printed in one of our Monthly Accounts about twenty Years ago, . As the Trekschuyt, i or Hackney-boat, which carries Passengers from Leiden - to Amsterdam, was putting off, a Boy running along • the side of the Canal desired to be taken in; which the • Master of the Boat refused, because the Lad had not • quite Money enough to pay the usual Fare. An emi• nent Merchant being pleased with the Looks of the • Boy,and secretly touched with Compassion towards him,

paid the Money for him, and ordered him to be taken • on board. Upon talking with him afterwards, he found • that he could speak readily in three or four Languages, " and learned upon further Examination that he had been • stoln away when he was a Child by a Gypsy, and had • rambled ever since with a Gang of those Strollers up • and down several Parts of Europe. It happened that • the Merchant, whose Heart seems to have inclined to• wards the Boy by a secret kind of Instinct, had him. • self lost a Child some Years before. The Parents, after • a long search for him, gave him for drowned in one < of the Canals with which that Country abounds; and • the Mother was so afflicted at the Lors of a fine Boy,

who was her only Son, that she died for Griet of it.

Upon laying together all Particulars, and examining the • several Moles and Marks by which the Mother used to

delcribe the Child when he was first milling, the Boy proved to be the Son of the Merchant whose Heart

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Lad was very well pleased to find a Father who was • fo rich, and likely to leave hiin a good Estate; the • Father, on the other hand, was not a little delighted " to see a Son return to him, whom he had given for lost, with such a Strength of Constitution, Sharpness of Un

derstanding, and Skill in Languages. Here the printed Story leaves off; but if I may give Credit to Reports, our Linguist having received such extraordinary Rudiments towards a good Education, was afterwards trained up in every thing that becomes a Gentleman; wearing off by little and little all the vicious Habits and Practices that he had been used to in the Course of his Peregrinations : Nay, it is said, that he has since been employed in foreign Courts upon National Business, with great Reputation to himself and Honour to those who sent him, and that he has visited several Countries as a publick Minister, .in which he formerly wandered as a Gypsy.


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TT is ulual for a Man who loves Country Sports to preI serve the Game in his own Grounds, and divert him.

relt upon those that belong to his Neighbour. My Friend Sir ROGER generally goes two or three Miles from his House, and gets into the Frontiers of his Eftate, before he beats about in search of a Hare or Partridge, on purpose to spare his own Fields, where he is always sure of finding Diversion when the worst comes to the worst, By this means the Breed about his House has time to en. crease and multiply, besides that the Sport is the more agreeable where the Game is the harder to come at, and where it does not lie so thick as to produce any Per plexity or Confufion in the Pursuit. For these Reasons the Country Gentleman, like the Fox, seldom preys near his own Home.


IN the same manner I have made a Month's Excursion out of the Town, which is the great Field of Game for Sportsmen of my Species, to try my Fortune in the Country, where I have started several Subjects, and hunted them down, with some Pleasure to my self, and I hope to others. I am here forced to use a great deal of Dic ligence before I can spring any thing to my Mind, whereas in Town, whilft I am following one Character, it is ten to one but I am crossed in my Way by another, and put up such a Variety of odd Creatures in both Sexes, that they foil the Scent of one another, and puzzle the Chace, My greatest Difficulty in the Country is to find Sport, and in Town to chuse it. In the mean time, as I have given a whole Month's Rest to the Cities of London and Westminster, I promise my self abundance of new Game upon my return thither.

IT is indeed high time for me to leave the Country, since I find the whole Neighbourhood begin to grow very inquisitive after my Name and Character: My Love of Solitude, Taciturnity, and particular way of Life, having raised a great Curiosity in all these Parts.

THE Notions which have been framed of me are va. rious; some look upon me as very proud, some as very modeft, and some as very melancholy. Will, Wimble, as my Friend the Butler tells me, observing me very much alone, and extreamly silent when I am in Company, is afraid I have killed a Man. The Country People seem to suspect me for a Conjurer; and some of them hearing of the Visit which I made to Moll White, will needs have it that Sir ROGER has brought down a Cunning-Man with him, to cure the old Woman, and free the Country from her Charms. So that the Character which I go under in part of the Neighbourhood, is what they here call a white Witch.

A Justice of Peace, who lives about five Miles off, and is not of Sir ROGER's Party, has it seems said twice or thrice at his Table, that he wishes Sir Roger does not harbour a Jesuit in his House, and that he thinks the Gentlemen of the Country would do very well to make me give some Account of my self.

On the other side, some of Sir ROGER's Friends are afraid the old Knight is imposed upon by a designing Fel


low, and as they have heard that he converses very promiscuously when he is in Town, do not know but he has brought down with him some discarded Whig, that is fullen, and says nothing, because he is out of Place.,

SUCH is the Variety of Opinions which are here en. tertained of me, so that I pass among some for a disa affected Person, and among others for a Popish Priest; among fome for a Wizard, and among others for a Murderer, and all this for no other Reason, that I can imagine, but because I do not hoot and hollow and make a Noise, It is true, my Friend Sir ROGER tells them that it is my way, and that I am only a Philosopher, but this will not satisfie them. They think there is more in me than he discovers, and that I do not hold my Tongue for nothing.

FOR these and other Reasons I shall set out for London To-morrow, having found by Experience that the Country is not a Place for a Person of my Temper, who does not loye Jollity, and what they call Good-Neighbourhood. A Man that is out of Hamour when an unexpected Guest breaks in upon him, and does not care for sacrificing an Afternoon to every Chance-comér; that will be the Master of his own Time, and the Pursuer of his own Inclinations, makes, but a very unfociable Figure in this kind of Life. I shall therefore retire into the Town, if I may make use of that Phrase, and get into the Crowd again as fast as I can, in order to be alone. I can there raise what Speculations I please upon others without being obseryed my self, and at the same time enjoy all the Advantages of Company with all the Privileges of Solitude. In the mean while, to finish the Month and conclude these my Rural Speculations, I Ihalt here infert a Letter from my Friend WILL. HONEYCOMB, who has not lived a Month for these forty Years out of the Smoke of London, and rallies me after his way upon my Country Life.

Dear SPEC, CT Suppose this Letter will find thee picking of Daisies,

1:or smelling to a Lock of Hay, or passing away thy • time in some innocent Country Diversion of the like • Nature. I have however Orders from the Club to sum: mon thee up to Town, being all of us cursedly afraid

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