Gianul is to the Roumanian Legends what Robin Hood is to our own ballad lore. He robbed the rich to give to the poor, exhibiting extraordinary daring and ingenuity in the execution of his predatory feats. I have no idea how many verses there are in the celebrated song that bears his name and professes to chronicle his principal achievements. All I can say about it is that I have never succeeded in hearing the end of it, though I have listened to it, more than once, for an hour at a stretch. Probably the leading laotari, who are ready enough at improvisation, extemporise additional verses to this favourite ballad whenever they find their audience deeply attentive to their lays. Were any drawing-room vocalist to attempt the singing of the adventures of Robin Hood n a hundred and thirty-five verses or so at a London evening party he would of a certainty be voted the most intolerable bore that ever disgraced humanity.