With regard to Archduke Joseph, the above-mentioned “Gypsy Archduke,” there is no doubt that without him the outer world would still have been left in ignorance of the incalculably rich mine of Tzigane music.  He is only distantly related to Emperor Francis-Joseph, being the senior member of a branch of the house of Hapsburg which has been settled for more than one hundred years in Hungary.  His father’s entire life was spent there, where he held the office of Viceroy, and it is there that Archduke Joseph himself was entirely brought up, and where he has spent his whole existence.

At an early age he was attracted to the gypsies by their music, and it was this that led him to think of their welfare, and to devote himself to the study of the characteristics, the history and the origin of these mysterious nomads.  Until he took them under his protection, they were regarded more or less as pariahs of Central and Southern Europe, the hand of every man being against them, and the authorities and people at large combining to subject them to persecution of the most cruel character.  Their gratitude to the archduke when he obtained better treatment for them knew no bounds, and was shown, among other instances, in a notable manner during the Austro-Prussian. war, when Joseph was at the head of a division of Magyar troops.

“Our retreat,” so the archduke tells the story, “before the advance of the Prussian army, immediately preceding the battle of Sadowa, led us to camp one night in the neighborhood of a town in Bohemia.  I was lodged in a peasant’s cottage, when about midnight I heard the sentry at my door hoarsely challenging some new-comer.  My aid-de-camp entered, and reported that a gypsy wanted to see me in private.

“On my asking the dusky visitor in Romani what was the matter, he told me that the enemy was approaching to surprise us.

“‘The outposts have not heard anything suspicious?’ I remarked.

“‘No, your imperial highness,’ he replied, ’because the enemy is still a long way off.’

“‘But how do you know this?’ I asked.

“‘Come to the window,’ replied the Zingari, leading me forward to the narrow glazed opening in the rough wall, and directing my gaze to the dark sky, lighted by the silver rays of the moon.  ’Do you see those birds flying over the woods towards the south?’

“‘Yes, I see them.  What of it?’

“’What of it?  Do not birds sleep as well as men?  They would certainly not fly about at night-time thus had they not been disturbed.  The enemy is marching through the wood southwards, and has frightened and driven the birds before it.’

“I at once ordered the outposts to be reinforced, and the camp to be alarmed.  Two hours later, the outposts were fighting fiercely with the foe, and I was able to realize that my camp and my division had been saved from surprise and destruction only by the keen observation and sagacity of a grateful gypsy.”