Isopel Berners: The History of certain doings in a Staffordshire Dingle, July, 1825Borrow, George
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Isopel Berners: The History of certain doings in a Staffordshire Dingle, July, 1825
Borrow, George
England -- Fiction; Romanies -- Fiction
of meditation, and that was the patteran, and what Ursula had told me
about it.
I had always entertained a strange interest for that sign by which in
their wanderings the Romanese gave to those of their people who came
behind intimation as to the direction which they took; but it now
inspired me with greater interest than ever,--now that I had learned that
the proper meaning of it was the leaves of trees. I had, as I had said
in my dialogue with Ursula, been very eager to learn the word for leaf in
the Romanian language, but had never learned it till this day; so
patteran signified leaf, the leaf of a tree; and no one at present knew
that but myself and Ursula, who had learned it from Mrs. Herne, the last,
it was said, of the old stock; and then I thought what strange people the
gypsies must have been in the old time. They were sufficiently strange at
present, but they must have been far stranger of old; they must have been
a more peculiar people--their language must have been more perfect--and
they must have had a greater stock of strange secrets. I almost wished
that I had lived some two or three hundred years ago, that I might have
observed these people when they were yet stranger than at present. I
wondered whether I could have introduced myself to their company at that
period, whether I should have been so fortunate as to meet such a
strange, half-malicious, half good-humoured being as Jasper, who would
have instructed me in the language, then more deserving of note than at
present. What might I not have done with that language, had I known it
in its purity? Why, I might have written books in it; yet those who
spoke it would hardly have admitted me to their society at that period,
when they kept more to themselves. Yet I thought that I might possibly
have gained their confidence, and have wandered about with them, and
learned their language, and all their strange ways, and then--and
then--and a sigh rose from the depth of my breast; for I began to think,
"Supposing I had accomplished all this, what would have been the profit
of it? and in what would all this wild gypsy dream have terminated?"
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