Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1848-08-25

not convcnient. However, it will make ne
particular difference. walk down BY YOUR
sell, any time after ten O'Clock at night, &c
one OF The lnest looking houses in park place
ana ring the bell. A colored gentleman viii
tofen the door, and if you proceed as il YOU
Know what you are about, he will take il
Tor granted that all is right, and will imme-
dIately GlsaPpear-leaving you TO make your
own way. You open the door of the par
lor on the right hand, and saunter careless
~ importantly meeting one of the propri-
etorS, who asks you in tone Of perfect and
obtrllslve hoapitality-ifyou will take sup
per. You generally decline-but on this
particular occasion you may sit down at
luxurious furnished table, and mention 10
tile waiter, who is Instantly at your side,
what you would like. You need not hest
tate TO consult your finest taste. Game ac-
cording to the season OF every variety, and
exqulsltey cooked-the rarest French en-
Tenenfs-anything, in short, YOU have Il
fancy tor-will be instantly fort 1coming
A bottle OF iced champaign the genuine
HeIdsich-it is al your elbow and if Won
have fancy for a glass of rare Burgundy,
or old South side MADEIRA, you have only
to make 1t known, and you will be sup
piled directly.
Having supped leisurel y-for which re-
member, you arc TO pay nothing. unless
you chose 10 TRY your Turk fighting
the tIger)-you saunter leiSurely into the
other parlor. where group of | S or DO
seldom more, except during the races or
other times of unusual excitement-is gath
cred round long. low, black " table, in
The centre OF which is cloth containing,
separately fastened down by the backs, all
the cards of the full deck" At one end
of the table is seated little crooked man.
with fingers like eagles claws, who has
little tin box before him, from which mis-
tcrIously slds one card al time which he
lays on one of two piles, which grow in
partially by alternate distribution beneath
his hand. Every card that is dealt occa-
slons commotion and great change of
places among sundry heaps of large ivory
burtons-some white some red-lying pro-
miscuousIy about on the stationary cards on
the table. You see no morey, except now
and then, when one ofthe players is broke
he passes or an \ up To the dealer, and
receives its equivalent in buttons. The
white ones count one dollar apiece, and the
red ones tive-so you can readily see how
easy il is for man with a bad run of luck,
to lose several hundred dollars in the course
of ar evening.
And thus the game goes on, from night
till gray morning-the palid, eager, dull, |
beaming, reckless and despairng faces gath
er round the table presenting panorama of
human passions which it is interesting vet
painful to contemplate. This is the very
inner shrine of the temple of Mammon and |
the devotees you see here are actuated sole
ly by the simple, undisguised, almost demo- |
MAC, love of money. NO scene of phase of |
human sclfshness Is below or
beyond this. The robbcr who stahs his |
victim to get at his pocket-the nccndiaIv
who fires city in the hope ofspoIs-is not
more the slave of lust of gold than that
sinner, or that bright eyed,
nervous youth, who stands leaning over the
table, who stands leaning over the faro ia
Bile, watching every card as if the destiny
Of his mortal soul hung--and perhaps it
loes--upon the issue.
We have here pictures only the tip top
where gambling is carried
IN upon the most gentlemanIy and arsto-
ratio principles. A Drief glance at other
md far different institutions for robbing fools
IF their money, we rust reserve for anoth-
,r number.