Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1851-11-12

spotted hide which covers the tiger. He who
provokes this man, shall see what lightning can
break out of summer-seeming cloud!
These do not fairly represent the race of
gambers-conveying too favorable an Impress
ion. There is one often met at steamboats,,
travelling solely to gamble. He has the servants,
the steward, or some partner in league with him
to fleece every unwary player whom he invei-
giles to game. He deals falsely; heats his
dupe to madness by drink, his accomplice tele-
graphing his opponents hand at a stray look
he will slip your money off and steal it. To
cover false playing, or to get rid of paying loss
ess, he will lie fercely, and swear uproarously,
and break up the play to fight with knife and
pistol-frst scraping the table of every penny.
When the passengers are asleep he surveys
the luggage, to see what may be worth stealing |;
he pulls watch from under the pillow of one
sleeper; fumbles in the pocket Of another; and
gathers booty throughout the cabin. Leaving
the boat before morning, he appears at some
village hotel, magnificent gentleman, pol
ished traveller, or even distinguished nobleman
There is another gambler, cowardly, sleek,
stealthy, humble, mousing and mean-a simple
other gamblers steal for them, and from them
them, humbly satisfied to pick the bones after
ward. Thus Ito employ his own language) he
ropes in the inexperienced youth, fatters them,
intlames their passions, purveys to their appe-
titcs, cheats them, debauches them, draws them
down to his own level, and then lords it over
them in malignant meanness. Himselfimpure,
he plunges others into lasciviousness, and with
train of reeking satellites, he revoves few
in fho orhf of fha hrof al nd
the barber shop; then sinks and dies-the world
purer, and good men thank God he is gone.
Besides these, time would fail me to describe
the ineffable dignity of gambling Judge, the
cautious, phlegmatc lawyer, gambling from
sheer avarice; the broken down and cast away
politician, seeking in the game the needed ex-
ctement; the soaked obese plethoric, whzzing,
bacchanal and crowd of ignoble worthless,
wearing all the badges and titles of vice, thro'-
out its base peerage. Henry w. Beecher.
WHAT MOUTH OUGHT TO BE.-The mouth is
the frankest part of the face. 1t can the least
conceal the feelings. We can neither hide i'll
temper with it, nor good. We may affect what
we please, but affectation will not help us. In
a wrong cause it will only make our observers
resent the endeavor to impose upon them. A
mouth should be of good natural dimensions,
as well rs plump in the lips. When the an
clients, among their beauties, made mention of
small mouths and lips, they meant small only as
opposed to an excess the other way ; fault very
common in the south. The sayings in favor of
small mouths, which have been the ruin of so
many pretty looks, are very absurd. If there
must be an excess either way, it had better be
the liberal one. A pretty pursed up mouth is
fit for nothing but to be left to complacency.-
Large mouths are oftener found in union with
generous dispositions than very small ones.-
Beauty should have neither, but reasonable
look of openness and delicacy. 1t is an elegance
in lips, when instead of making sharp angles at
the corners of the mouth, they retain certain
breadth TO the very VERGE and show the red
The corner then looks pointed with a free and
liberal pencil. Leigh Hunt.
The STRANGERS FUNERAL-Whilet the click
ing of type musically sounds around us, a hearse
clad in the mournful memory awakening trap
pings of death, slowly traverses the street, fol-
lowed by single carriage. The hurrying null
titude pause for a moment the mechanic sus-
pends his blow, and the inquiry is asked in whis-
pered accents, "Who is deadF-and is hastily
answered, "a Stranger" the hearse turns the
corner of street, and the multitude resumes
their walk at quckened pace as if they regret
ed the loss of that moment. Such is western
Life. Born in hurry, we marry in hurry,
live, die, and are buried in hurry.
But who is the stranger? Perhaps far away
over the lakes, grey-haired father and doting
mother will wait day after day, and week after
week for his return, till at last hope will fold its
wings and die, perhaps loving, trusting wife
will watch for long, weary months to catch the
familiar sound of his returning footsteps, till,
like the crushed rose, she will fade away be-
meath the lurid glare of disappointment and,
gathering her little band of prattlers around her
lonely hearth, will seek to teach them that Pa
pa is gone," and to lisp Our Father who art in
Heaven"
KNowLEDGE-"O One fountain there is, says
Miss Bremen, whose deep vein has only just
begun to throw up it's silver drops among man.
kinda fountain which quenches the thirst of
millions, and will give to those who drink from
it peace and Joy. 1t is knowledge; the foun-
tain of intellectual cultivation,w which gives health
to mankind, makes clear his vision, brings joy
to his life, and breathes over his souls destiny
a deep repose. Go, and drink there, thou whom
fortune has not favored and thou will soon feel |