Canton herald. (Canton, Miss.) 1837-1839, 1837-11-24

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Nflunt setmed f8 have aHkef
hHhds wiihhtn NJ the tomie laf nj
iBfee eeIeeb Allftd hef only last bitl
every aaeW ihe Nsp6ltons he had
won,ih ihe preceding paft oflhr tveh
ing, lea y ofihe feady cash he bad
ahnt him Tie oomle had lent him
moncyshe dtI not know how much.
ahd now with lhe determinations a a
pbfcusied being, be had laid himself
open to ruin m The vein hope Of feco.
yorlng The sums lie bad lost.
Unfortunately II happened, that the
proceeding day--of / should say the
Saturday, fuf IL was now Monday
morning Madame ST. Lozarre had
iuirusied her cheek book to him, and
desired Ter banker tohonor lis checks
as hers. She begged he svoud 70
round and pay her bills; he did SO. but
accidentally. or on purposc--let us
hope the frst--neglected 70 restore
the book. With the property of his
widowed mother he now made Free
The fortunes Oft sisters were also
in the bank, under the same control
their mother was their GUARDIAN.
Greedy as cormorunts the needy
gamesters nucked round the unweary
young man. The comtc took care to
get a large order for the sums he pre-.
tended to have lent him; ii was the
first paid at the opening of the bank
IN the morning, and from the numbers
pouring in during the day his losses
were very great--amounting to little
les than eight thousand pounds.
| looked in, en- paSSent, at Madame
st. Lazarre on the morning of Tues
day, and found a sad and shuddering
scene. The body of Alfred, taken
from the Seine, had been recognized
in the Marque--his sisters pennyess
through his moans--his hapless mo-
ther--i can now weep for her. Years
have passed, but the Palais Royal is
still in vogue, and gambling dangerous
as erslneed say nomore-Beware.
Carrda.-When | was boy, |
was one morning, playing at marbles
in tho village ball-alley, with a light
heart and lighter pocket. The gibe
and the jest went gaily round, when
amongst US appeared u stran-
ger, ola very remarkable and very
cheerful aspect, his intrusion was. not
the least restraint upon our m2ssy it.
tie assemblage. lie was a benevo
lent creature, and the days Of infancy
(aiter all, the happiest we shall ever
see.) perhaps rose upon his memory.
God bless him! | see his fine form, at
the dis stance OF half a century, just as
he stood before me in the little ball
alley IN the days of my childhood
His name was Boyse; he was the
Rector Of New Market. To me he
took particular fancy. was win
ming, and full of waggery; thinking
every thing that was eccentric, and
by no means a miser of my eccentri-
cities; every one was welcome to
share of them, and | had plenty TO
spare after having frightened the com
pany. Some sweatmeats easily brl-
bed me home with him. learned
from poor Boyse my alphabet and my
grammer, and the rudiments Of the
classics. He taught me all he could.
and then sent me to school at Middle
town. In short he made man of me.
| recollcctit was about five and thirty
years afterwards, when had risen to
some eminence at the bar, and when
i had seat in Parliament, on my re.
turn one day from court, found an
old gentleman seated alone in my
drawing room; his feet iami'arly pla-
ced on each side of the Italian mar
bic chimney-piece. and his whole air
bespeaking the consciousness Of one
quite at home. He turned round-lt
was my friendof the bal-allcy, rush.
ed instinctively into his arms, and
burst into tears. Words cannot de
scribe the scene which followed:-
"You are light, Sir; you are right
The chimney place is yours--the pic
lures are yours the house is yours
You gave me all have--my GrienC
my father--nny bencfactor" He
dined with me: and in the evening,
caught the tear glistening in his fine
blue eye, when he saw the poor little
Jack, the creature of his bounty. ri
e,n,, "a, tha Uouca of rommons IN re