The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1886-11-10

cables. they NDui1 part Ike 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 ali the gambler would leap
like a roe over the rocks on his way to perii-
ton "AeeIdama. the field Of bloodin
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 VIII
say. What is the use of trying to make these
$50 in my store, when can get five times
that in half an hour down at Billysp You
never knew a confirmed gambler who was IN
dustrious. The men given 70 this vice spend
their time not actively employed in the
game in idIeness or intoxication or sleep, or
in corrupting 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 70 shatter the battery Of
the philosopher. The very first idea IN gam
ing i 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 paws for the fragments ii eats by
takes the sweetness from the dregs of the cup
eompensates by purifying the air and keep
ing back the pestilence. But the gambler
gives not anything for that which he takes
I recall that sentence He does make re-
turn; but il Is disgrace to the man that he
fleeces. despair to his heart, ruin 10 his bust
ness, anguish 70 his wife, shame to his chill
dren and eternal wasting away 70 his soul
He pays in tears, and blood, and agony, and
darkness and woe
What duh work is blowing TO the
farmer when in the village saloon in one
night he makes and loses the value Of a sum-
mer harvest Who viii want to sell tape
and measure nanheen and cut garments and
weigh sugars when in a nights game he
makes and loses, and snakes again and loses
again, the profits of a seasonf 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 defaulter for SS7, 900
1t was found that he had lost in Lombard
street, London 500 900; in Fulton street,
New York, $4,000, and in New Orleans
5000 He was imprisoned, but afterward
escaped and went into the gambling profess
sion He died in q lunatic asylum. This
crime is getting its lever under many a 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 325, 100000 francs
Where does all the money come froml The
whole world is robbed What is most sad,
there are no consultations for the loss and suf-
fering entailed by gaming. If men fail in
lawful business God pities and society COM
miserates. but, where IN the Bible or i'll so-
ciety is there any consolation for the gamb-
lerg From what tree of the forest oozes theirs
balm that can soothe the gamester's hearth
In that bottle where God keeps the tears Of
his children are there any tears Of the
gamblerl Do the winds that come to kiss
the faded check 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 felowp'
they say But do gamblers come to
weep at the agonies Of the gambler1 In
Northumberland was one of the finest estates
in England. Mr.. Porter owned it, and in
year gambled it all away. Having lost the
last acre of the estate he came 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 a side alley met a
friend, from whom he borrowed ten guineas,
went back TO the saloon, and before great
while had won 100000 He died at last a
beggar in St Giles. How many gamblers
felt sorry for Mr. Pottera Who consoled
him ON the loss of his estate9 WHIST gambler
subscribed to put stone over the poor mans
gravel Not one!
Furthermore, this sin is the source of un-
counted dishonesty. The game Of hazard
itself is often cheat. How many tricks and
receptions III the dealing of the cards. The
opponents hand is ofttimes found out by
fraud Cards are marked so that they may
be designated from the back. Expert game
sters have their accomplices, and one wink
may decide the game, 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 have come into the play, and
this accounts for the fact that 80 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 young man having
just come from the mines deposited a large
sum upon the ace, and won So, 900. But the
tide turns. Intense anxiety comes upon the
countenances Of all. Slowly the cards went
forth. Every eye is fixed. Not sound is
heard until the ace is revealed favorable to
the bank. There are shouts of Foul foul!'
but the keepers of the table produce their
pistols, and the uproar is silenced and the
bank has won $685. 600 Do you call this a
game of chance. There is no chance about
it.
But these dishonesties in the carrying on of
the game nothing when compared with
the frauds that are committed in order to get
money to 60 on with the nefarious work
Gambling, with its needy hand has snatched
away the widows mite and the portions of
the orphans; has sold the daughters virtue
to get the means to continue the game; has
written the counterfeit signature, emptied
the bankers money vault and welded the
assassin's dagger. There is no depth of
meanness TO which it will not stoop. There
Is no cruelty at which it is appalled,. There
is no warning of God that it will not dare
Merciless, unappeasable, fierce and wilder, it
blinds it hardens, it rends, it blasts, it crushes
it damns. Ii has peopled our prisons and
lunatic asylums.
How many railroad agents, and cashiers,
and trustees of funds it has driven to dis
grace, incarceration and suicidea Witness
years ago cashier of the Central Railroad
and Banking company of Georgia, who stole
sl03, 600 TO carry on his gaming practices
Witness the S40,000 stolen from Brooklyn
bank within the memory of many OF you,
and the $4,000 taken from Wall street in
surance company for the same purpose
These are only illustrations on "a large scale
of the robberies committed for the purpose
of carrying out the designs of gamblers.
Hundreds of thousands of dollars every year
leak out without observation from the mer-
chants till into the gambling hell
A man in London keeping enc of these
gambling houses boosted that he had ruined
- nobleman day; but if all the saloons of
this land were TO speak out, they might utter
n more infamous boast, for they have de
stroyed thousand noblemen year
Notice also tho effect of this crime upon
domestic happiness 1t has sent its ruthless
plowshare through hundreds of families.
until the wife sat in rags, and the daughters
We're disgraced, and the sons grew up to the
same infamous practices, or took short cut
to destruction across the murderer's scaffold.
Home has lost all charms for the gambler.
How tame are the children's caresses and a
wife's devotion to the gambler, How drear-
- AsAe II peh As vi the duIutSLlc nearCnl
There must be louder laughter, and some
thing 70 win, and something to lose:
an excitement 70 drive the heart
faster, flip the blood and fire
the imagination No home. however bright,
can keep back the ganester. The sweet call
of love bounds back from his iron soul. and
all endear1nents are consumed in the fire of
his passion The family Bible will go after
all other treasures are lost, and If his crown
in heaven were put into his hand he would
cry. Here goes; one more game, my boys.
On this one throw 1 stake my crown OF
heaven"
A young man Ia London, ON coming of
at..a rt,.,eix.ed fortune. 1,f e1an nna