We were not far from Pressburgh, when at once we heard in the distance, a singing, a shouting, a hallooing, which continually drew nearer.   Presently we met four wagons, in which a brown company of gypsies were seated.  It was a curious sight.  There san men and women, girls, and boys, all dark as half-negroes, in ragged array, with long shining hair, smeared after the Hungarian fashion with lard.   We gazed at them with astonishment.   Scarcely had the merry company passed us, when a wagon halted.  The little starved and skeleton horse, of which you might count every rib, could no longer continue the gallop.   He stood still, and could not be moved from the spot.  They did not stand long considering, but took a piece of wood from the wagon, and belaboured the wretched beast till it fell dead in the harness.   The dingy company were now obliged to pursue their journey on foot; but the loss was not great, and night would see them in possession of another hack; for the gypsies understand very well how to set about horse stealing, for thieving is properly their profession.   This people have in this country their peculiar seat.  They are scattered throughout all Hungary, Siebenbürgen, Wallachia, and Turkey, and we afterwards encountered them very often.— William HOWITT'S translation of "Wanderings of a Journeyman Tailor."