National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1886-11-08
1913 F Street
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Gambling, with Its needy hand, has snatchcd
away the Widows mite and the portion
OF the orphans; has sold the daughters
the same has written the counterfeit signature;
emptied tho bankers money vault, and
welded the assassin's dagger. There Is no
There Is no cruelty at which 1t is appalled,.
There is no warning of God that 1t will not dare,
Merciless, unappeasable, fiercer ald wilder. 1t
blinds, 1t hardens, 1t rendS, 1t blasts, IL
brushes, 1t damns. 1t has peopled our prisons
and lunntic Asylums
How many railroad agents and cashiers and
trustees of funds It has driven to disgrace in
generation, and suicide! Witness years ago a
cashier Of the Central Railroad and Banking
Company of Georgia who stole Sl03O00 to carry
on his gaming practices Witness the $4,000
| stolen from Brooklyn bank within the mem.
| DRY OF many of you, and the elS0,00O taken
| from Wall street insurance company for the
same purpose. These are only illustrations OH
| large scale Of the rObberies committed for the
purpose of carrying out the designs of gam
| bleIs. Hundreds of thousands of dollars every
year leak ont without observation from the
man in London keeping one of these gam
| bling houses boosted that he had ruined
| nobcman day but If all the saloons of this
| land were to speak ont they might utter more
| infamous boast, for they have destroyed thou.
sand noblemcn year.
Notice also the effect of this crime upon do
nestle happiness. 1t has sent its ruthless
plowShare through hundreds of families, until
the wife sat in rags, and the daughters were
| disgraced, and the sons grew up to the same
| infamous practices, or took short cut to de-
| stIuction across the murdeTer's scaiiold.
| Home has lost all charms for the gambler.
| How tame are the children's caresses and the
| wife's devotion to the gambler! How drearily
| the fire burns on the domestic hearth There
| must be louder laughter, and something to
| win, and something to lose; IN excitement to
drive the heart faster, FLIP the blood, and fire
| the imagination No home, however bright
can keep back the gamester. The sweet call
| OF love bounds back from his iron soul, aud all
endearments are consumed in the fire of his
passion. The family Bible viii go after all
| other treasures are lost, and IL his crown IN
| heaven were put in his hand he wonld cry :
Here goes; one more game, my boys. on
| this one throw stake my crown Of heaven"
young man In LONDON, on coming Olnge
received a fortune of $4,000, and, THROUGH
gambling in three years was thrown on his
| mother for support.
An only son went to New Orleans. He was
| rich, intellectual, and elegant in manners.
| His parents gave him on his departure from
home their last blessing The sharpers got
| hold of him. They iiatered him.. They lured
| him to the gaming table, and let him win
almost every time for good while, and pattel
| him on the back and said. "FirstrGte player y
| But iully in their grasp they lecced him, and
his $4,000 were lost. Last of all he put up his
watch and lost that. Then he began to think
of his home, and OF his old father and mother,
| ana wrote thus
"My beloved parents, you will doubtless feel
amomentary Joy at the reception OF this letter
| from the child Of your bosom, on whom you
nave luNlsllCu III tue lHNOTS OF your uegllnlng
| years But should "A feeling of Joy for moment
spring up IN your hearts when you should have
| received this from me, cherish II not. have
fallen deep, never to rise. Those gray hairs
| that should have honorcd and protected |
| shall bring down in sorrow to the grave. I
| Will not curse my destroyer, but oh may God
| avenge the wrongs and impositions praotiCed
nlon the unwary in way that shall best please
Him This, my dear parents, is the last letter
| you Will ever receive from me. l humbly
| pray your forgiveness 1t is my dying prayer.
| me the cold grave will have closed upon me
| forever Life 10 me Is insupportable. | can.
| not-nay, / will not-suiler the shame of hay
| ing ruined you. Forget and forgive Is the dy-
| ing prayer of your unfortunate SON."
The Old father came to the postOlice, got the
letter, and fell to the floor. They thought he
white hair from his brow and famed him. lie
| had only tainted. wish he had been dead,
| for what is life worth to father after his son
Is destroyed? "Aceldema, the field of
When things go wrong at gaming table,
| they shout Foul foul" over ali the gan.
| ing tables Of the world cry OUT "Foul foul
"Giit stores are abundant throughout the
| country. With book or knife, or SEWN Z
| machine, or coat, or carriage, there goes a
| thrown in with their purchase. It may be i
| gold watch, or set OF silver, ring, or farm.
| Sharp way TO get of unsalablegoods, It has
filled the land with fictitious articles, and COW
| cred up our population with brass finger rings,
| and despOiled the moral sense of the COM
munlty, and is fast making us a nation OF gam
bleTs.
The church of God has not seemed willing 10
| allow the world to have all the ADVANTAGE Of
| these games of chance. A church tair opens,
| and toward the close II is found that some OF
| the more valuable articles are unsuitable.
| Forthwith, the conductors OF the enterprise
conclude that they viii rafla for some OF the
valuable articles, and, uuleI pratclsl OF
anxiety to mako their minister a present o;
| please some popular member of tho Churln.