Such is its end. But its beginning is not so. Its front is a palace, splendid with the lineaments of architecture. A balmy air floats through each room. Sweet music echoes in the halls.
Rich carpets yield like down under the tread.
The walls are beautified with pictures. The new comer sees nothing to offend his modesty or refinement. But beyond this lies the room of wretchedness, in which the gambler ends his days. That the winner is always in danger of murder and runs for his life. The loser generally becomes a cheat, a murderer, a suicide, or a drunkard.