The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-11-11

blOated wretch with rings IN his ears deals
out his pack, and winks in the unsuspecting
traveler-providing free drinks all around
but in gilded parlors and amid gorgeous
surroundings.
This sin works ruin, first, by unhealthful
stimulants. Excitement is pleasurable. Under
every sky and in every age men have sought
it. Tho Chinaman gets it by smoking his
opium, the Persian by chewing hashish, the
trapper in buffalo hunt, the sailor in a
squall, the inebriate in the bottle and the
avaricious a5 tn gaming table. We must at
| times have excitement. A thousand voices in
our nature demand it. 1t is right. 1t is health
| full 1t is inspiriting 1t is a desire God
| given. But anything that first gratiies this
appetite and hurls it back in a terrific
reaction is deplorable and wicked. Look
1 out for the agitation that like a rough mu-
| stefan in bringing out the tune plays so hard
he breaks down the instrument God never
made man strong enough to endure the wear
and tear of gambling excitement. No wonder
| If, after having failed in tho game, men have
| begun to sweep off imaginary gold from the
side of the table. The man was sharp enough
| when he started at the game, but a maniac
! at the close. AT every gaming table sit on
| one side Ecstasy, Enthusiasm, ROlnance-the
frenzy of joy; on the other side, Fierceness,
Rage and Tumult. The professional gamester
schools himself into apparent quietness. The
| keepers of gambling rooms are generally fat,
| rollicking and obese; but thorough and pro-
fessional gamblers, in nine cases out of ten,
| are pale, thin, wheeling, trenulous and ex-
hausted.
a young man having suddenly inherited n
| large property, sits at the hazard tables, and
| takes I'D in dice box the estate won by
fathers hfetime's sweat, and shakes it, and
losses it away. Intemperance soon stigma
%iszar re him n
fool, into the ditch, or sending him, with the
drunzard's hiccough staggering up the street
where his family livos. But gambling does
not in that way expose its victims. The gam
bier may be eaten up by the gamblers pas
sion, yet you only discover it by the greed in
his eyes, the hardness Of his features the
nervous restlessness, the threadbare coat and
his embarrassed business. Yet he is on the
road to hell, and no preachers voice, or start
ling warning, or wife's entreaty, can make
him stay for moment his headlong career.
The Internal spell is on him; a giant is aroused
within; and though you bind him with
cables, they would part like thread; and
though you fasten him seven times around
with chains, they would snap like rusted
wire; and though you piled up in his path,
heaven-high, Bibles, tracts and sermons, and
on the top should set the cross Of the Son of
God, over them all the gambler would leap
ton. "AceldaIna, the field of bloOdP
Again, this sin works ruin by killing in
dustry A man used to reaping scores or
hundreds of dollars from the gaming table
will not be content with slow work. He will
say: "What is the use of trying to make these
$50 in my store when 1 can get five times
that in half an hour down at Billys?" You
never knew a confirmed gambler who was in
dustrious. The men given to this vice spend
their time not actively employed in the
game in idleness or intoxication or Sleep or
in cor1upting new victims This sin has
dulled the carpenters saw and cut the band
of the factory wheel, sunk the cargo broken
the teeth of the farmers harrow and sent
strange lightning to shatter the battery OF
the philosopher. The very first idea in gam
ing is at war with all the industries of society.
ANY trade or occupation that is of use is en-
nobling. The street sweeper advances the in
terests of society by the cleanliness effected.
The cat pays for the fragments it eats by
clearing the house of vermin. The fly that
takes the sweetness from the dregs of the cup
compensates by purifying the dir and keep
ing back the pestilence. But the gambler
gives not anything for that which he takes
l recall that sentence. He does make re-
turn; but it is disgrace to the man that he
feeces despair to his heart, ruin to his bust |
ness, anguish to his wife, shame to his chill |
dren and eternal wasting away to his soul
He pays in tears, and blood, and agony, and !
darkness and woe.
What dull work is blowing to the |
farmer when in the village saloon in one |
night he makes and loses the value of sum- |
mer harvest! Who will want to sell tape |
and measure nankeen and cut garments and |
weigh sugars when in a nights game he |
makes and loses, and makes again and loses |
again, the profits of a season? John Borack |
was sent as mercantile agent from Bremen |
to England and this country. After two |
years his employers mistrusted that all was |
not right He was a defaulter for SS7, 600 |
1t was found that he had lost in Lombard |
street, London, $4,000; in Fulton street, |
New York, $4,000, and in New Orleans, |
$1,000. He was imprisoned, but afterward
escaped, and went into the gambling profess
sion. He died in lunatic asylum. This |
crime is getting its lever under many mer-
camille house in our cities, and before long
down will come the great establishment, |
crushing reputation, home comfort and i'm
mortal souls How it diverts and sinks
capital may be inferred from some authentic !
statement before us. The ten gaming houses
that once were authorized in Paris passed
through the banks yearly S25, 900, 900 francs.
Where does all the money come from? The
whole world is robbed What is most sad,
there
fering entailed by gaming. If men fail in
lawful business, God pities and society com
miserates: but, where In the Bible or in so
ciety is there any consolation for the gamb-.
Ter? From what tree of the forest oozes there
a balm that can soothe the gamester's heart?
In that bottle where God keeps the tears of
his children are there any tears of the
gambler! Do the winds that come to kiss
the faded cheek of sickness and to cool the
heated brow of the laborer whisper hope
and cheer to the emaciated victim of the
game Of hazard? When an honest man is
in trouble he has Sympathy. ''Poor felIowIn
they say. But do gamblers come TO
weep at the agonies of the gamblerl In
Northumberland was one of the finest estates
in England. Mr.. Porter owned it, and in
wear ganbled it all away. Having lost the
last acre of the estate, he ceme down from
the saloon and got into his carriage, went
back, put up his horses and carriage and
town house and played. He threw and lost.
he started home, and on side alley met
friend, from whom he borrowed len guineas,
went back to the saloon, and before great
while had won ee0,00Q. He died at last
bepgar in st. Giles How many gamblers
felt sorry for Mr.. Potter7 Who consoled
him on the loss of his estate2 What gambler
subscribed to put stone over the poor mans
gravel Not onel
Furthermore, this sin Is the source of un-
counted dishonesty. The game Of hazard
itself is often a cheat. How many tricks and
deceBtions in the dealing of the cardsl The
opponents hand Is efttimss found out by
fraud. Cards are marked so that they may
be designated from tho back Expert game
sters have their accomplices, and one wink
may decide the gazae The dice have been
found loaded with platina, so that doublets
come up every time. These dice are intro
duced by the gamblers unobserved by the
honest men who haze come into the play, and
this accounts for tho fact that 90 out of 100
who gamble, however wealthy when they
began, at the end are found to be poor, mis-
cradle, haggard wretches who would not
now be allowed to sit on the doorstep of the
house that they once owned In gaming
house in San Francisco q young man having
Just come from the mines deposited largo
sum upon the ace, and won So, 900, But the
tide turns Intense anxiety comes upon the
cosntepances If all. Slowly the cards went
forth. Every eye is fixed Not a sound is
heard until the ace is revealed fayQFable to