News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1886-12-02

1 a
young man who had just come from the
mines, put down $4,000; a great
amount of money at different times in
the same evening; he put upon the ace,
and others came in and they played and
the time went on They patted HIM on
the back and told him he was good
player. He won again and again. Af-
ter while the tide turned and he lost
and he lost, and the ace was revealing
| favorably to the bank. and some one
CT ed: ''foul, FOUL" But the controllers
of the house presented their pistols and
the tumult was silenced, and during the
evening $95, 900 had been won by the
bank. You call that game of chance {?
No chance about ii. But the dishon-
estes practiced at the gaming table are
nothing compared with the dishonesties
| practiCed in order TO get the money to
go on with these evil habits. The
greedy and of gam 5iias has again and
again snatGhed awsE the Widows mite
and despOiled the orphans portion and
has sold daughters virtue to get
means to go on with the infamy, and
has written the counterfeit signature,
and has sank the cargo and has planted
the dagger of midnight assassin. 1t
blinds, it hardens, it rends, it blasts, it
smashes, it damns. How MANY bank
cashiers, how many trustees of funds
have, through this evil, gone to DIS
grace, to incarceration, to suicide. One
of the saloons in London boasted that it
ruined q nobleman a day But there
are saloons in this country and there are
gambling houses where gambling is in
dulged in, that could make more in
famous boast of having ruined thou
sand noblemen. men made in Gods own
image, blasted forever. 1t is an accursed
habit The evil also goes on its ruinous
way in the destruction OF domestic life.
Oh, this plowshare has gone through so
many families, and the wife sits in rags
and the daughter is IN disgrace, and
the son comes up to the same infamous
practices or takes q short cut to destruc-
ton across the murderer's scaffold.
What are all the caresses of children
and wife's devotion to a gambler
How tamely burns the fire on the
domestic hearth. Nothing to win,
nothing to lose, nothing to flip the
blood, nothing to fire the Imagination.
Be must 90 out. He cannot stand it
there. After all IS gone the family will
go. He will pawn them. If crown
in heaven were put in his hand he would
say, ''here, boys, goes one more game.
| how throw my crown in hea en-. "
Home What is home to a gambler I?
Something to cut, something to hew,
something to scatter something to
blast. An only son of splendid educa-
ton, exquisite manners, brightness of
promise went to New Orleans. He had
a large amount of money with him. and
they enticed him into gambling saloons
and told him ne was a splendid player,
and he won a large amount of money,
but time went on and he lost all. and
had got on him other bad
habits; when all was gone he sat down
and wrote to his father and mother these
words:
NJ BELOVED PARENTS will
doubtless feel a momentary JOY at the
reception Of this letter from the child of
your bosom, on whom you have lavished
all the favOrs OF your declining years;
Out should a feeling Of -loy for moment
spring up in your hearts when you shall
have received this from me, cherish it
not. | have falleu low, never to rise.
Those gray hairs that should have hon
bred and protected, l shall bring down
in sorrow to the grave. will not curse
my destroyer, but, oh! may God avenge
the wrongs and impositions practiced
upon the unwary in way that shall best
please Him. This, my dear parents, is
the last letter you will ever receive from
me. I humbly pray for forgiveness; it |
is my dying prayer. Long before you
will have received this letter from me-
the cold grave will have closed over me
forever. Life to me is insupportable. l
nay, will not suffer the shame
Of having ruined you. Forget and for,
give is the dying prayer of
Your UNFORTUNATE Son.
The father went to the post office. He |
got the letter. He opened it. He began
10 read, and he fell to the floor. They |
gathered around him and thought he |
was dead; but having brushed his gray
locks back from his brow and famed |
him tile, he began to breathe. !
wish he had been dead, for what is life
to father when his son has been de-
stroyed When anything goes wrong |
in gaming house they cry out ''foul,
foul p but over every gambling table in
this land and all lands, | cry, 'foul,
foul, infinitely foul !"