The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1886-11-11


| ening to shatter the battery Of the philoso-
| pher. The very first idea in gaming is at
! war with all the industries Of society. Any
trade or occupation that is OF use is en-
| n6bllng. The street sweeper advances tae
| interests Of society by the cleanliness eff
| fected. The cat pays for the fragments Il
eats by clearing the house Of vermir. The
| fly that takes the sweetness from the dregs
OF the cup compersates by purifying the
air and keeping back the pestilence. But
| the gambler gives not any thing for that
which he takes recall that sentence. He
does make a return; but it is disgrace to
the man that he fieeces, despair TO his
! heart, ruin to his business, anguish to his
| wife, shame to his children and eternal
wasting away to his soul He pays in
tears, and blood, and agony, and darkness,
and woe.
John Borack was sent as mercantile agent
from Bremen to England and this country.
After two years his employers mistrusted
that all was + ot right He was defaulter
for 700o 1t was found that he had lost
in Lombard street. London 900; in Full.
ton street, New York, $1,000, and in New
Orleans, S2,aCC. He was imprisoned, but
afterwards escaped, and went ITO the
gambling profession. He died in lunatic
asylum. This crime is getting its lever un-
der mary d mercantile house in our cities,
aEC before long down Will come the great
establishment, crushing reputation, home
comfort and immortal souls. How IL diyerts
ana sinks capital may be Inferred from
some authentic statement before us. The
ten gaming houses that once were author
ICED in Paris passed through the hanks
yearly 525,0O0.Ob0 francs Where does all
the money come fror1i The whole world is
robbed. What is most sad. there are no con
solutions for the loss and suffering entailcd
by gambling. If men fail Ia lawful business,
God pities arG society comiserates; but
whe"c All the Bible or in society IS there any
consolation for the gamblers From what
tree in the for It oozes there balm that
can sOCthe the gamester's hearti 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 ef sickness and TO cool the heated
brow Of the laborer whisper hope and cheer
to the emaciated victim of the game of haz-
ardi When an honest man is in trouble he
has sympathy. Poor fellow" they say
But do gamblers come TO weep at the ago
MES Of the gambler! In Northumberland
was one of the finest estates in England
Mr.. Porter owned it, and in a year gambled
il all away. Having lost the last acre of
the estate, he came down from the saloon
aud got into MS carriage, wer. back, put
up ms horses and c,.rr.uga and town house,
and played. He threw and lost. He started
home. and on side alley met a friend,
from whom lie borrowed ten guiueas went
back 10 the saloon, and before q great while
had won cocoa He died at last a beggar
in ST Giles. How many gamblers felt sor-
~ for Mr.. Porter. Who consoled him on
the loss of his estate. What gambler sub
scrIbed to put stone over the poor mans
grave! Not one.
Furthermore, this sin Is the source Of un-
counted dishonesty. The game of hazard
itself Is often a cheat. How many tricks
and deccptioEs in thu dealing of the cards.
TIE opponents hand is often found out by
fraud. Cards ar married 50 that they may
De designated frriu the back. Expert
gulnesters have their accOmphces, and Que
wink may decide the game. The dice have
been found loaded with platina. SO that
doublets come up every time. These dice
~" introduced by the gamblers unobserVed
y the honest men who have come into the
play, Uad this accounts for the fact that
uincty-nue out OF one hundred who
gamble, however wealthy when they be-
gan, at the end are found to be poor, mis-
erabie, hag4ard Wretches who would not
b. al 0%ed to sit Oh the doorstep of the
house that they once owned Do you call
his game Of chance. There is no chance
about II.
Eat these q 5honestics in the carrying on
OF the game are nothing when compared
with he frauds that are committed in order
to get money 10 60 on with the nefarious
work. Gambling, with its needy hand, las
snatrhed away the widows mite and the
portions of the orphans; has sold the
daughters ysrtU" TO get the means to con
tihue tine game; has written the counter
felt signature. enptied The bankers money
vault and welded the assassin's dagger.
rhcre is no depth of meanues5 to which it
WI not stoop There is no cruelty at
which it is appalled,. There is no warning
Of tod that 1t Will not dare. Merciless, I'M
aLsp,asable fierce and wild, it blinds, it
tardcns, it rcId- it blasts, it brushes, it
dulnns II has pcopled our prisons and lu-
matte asylums
\ man i'll London keeping one Of these
gIinbllng houses boosted that he had
refined a nOhleman day; but if all the
saloons Of the land were to speak out they
might utter u more infamous boast, for
they have destroyed a thousand nODleInen
year.
Notice also the effects of this crime upon
domestic happiness 1t has sent its ruth
less plowshare through hundreds of fam
lies, 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 destruction across the
murderer's scaffold.
Home mas lost all charms for the gambler
How tame are the children's caresses and
wife's devotion to the gambler. How
drparily the lire burns on the domestic
hearth. There must be louder laughter,
and something to win, and something to
lose; and excitement to drive the heart
faster. flip the blood and fire the magma
ton. No home, however bright, can keep
back the gamester. The sweet call of love
bounds back from his iron soul, and all en-
dearments are consumed in the fire Of his
passion. The family Bible will 60 after all
other treasures are lost, and il his crown
i'll Heaven were put into his hand he would
cry: Here goes; one more game, my boys.
On this one throw l stake my crown Of
Heaven"
An only son went to New Orleans. He
was rich, intellectual and elegant i'll man
uers. His parents gave him on his depart
ure from home their last blessing The
sharpers got hold of him. They fattered
him They lured him to the gaming table
and let him win almost every time for a
good while, and patted him on the back and
said :" FirEt-rate player" But fully in
their grasp they fieeced him, and his $4,000