Connecticut western news., 1891-02-25

either gamble or fight. Sanded cards, dice loaded with quicksilver, poor drinks, will soon help you to get rid of all your money to tune in short meter with staccato passages You wanted to see. You saw. The low villains of that place watch you as you come in. Does not the panther, squat in the grass, know a calf when he sees it? 'Wrangle not for your rights in that place, or your body will be thrown bloody into the street. or dead into the East river ...|
 You go along little further and find the policy establishment. In that place you bet on numbers. Betting on two numbers is called saddle" betting on three numbers is calleda ''gig;" bet ting on four numbers is called a ''horse," and there are thousands of our young men leaping into that ''sad dle," and mounting that ''gig, and be- hind that ''horse," riding to perdition There is always one kind of sign on the door-"Exchange," a most appropriate title for the door, for there, in that room, Q man exchanges health, peace and heaven for loss of health, loss of home, loss of family, loss of immortal soul Exchange sure enough and in finite enough.
 MEN CAN GAMBLE WHERE THEY LIKE Men wishing to gamble will find places just suited to their capacity, not only in the underground oyster cellar. or at the table back of the curtain, covered with greasy cards, or in the steamboat smoking cabin, where the bloated wretch with rings in his ears instead of his nose deals the pack and winks in the unsuspecting traveller providing free drinks all around-but in gilded parlors and amid gorgeous surroundings. .-.......t, A young man, having suddenly heired large property, sits at the hazard table, and takes up i'll a dice box the estate won by a fathers lifetime sweat, and shakes it and losses it away. Intem. perance soon stiglnatizes its victim kicking him out, a slavering fool, into 1 the ditch, or sending him, with the drunkard's hiccough, staggering up the street where his family lives But gam. bling does not in that way expose its victims .-.. -. The gambler may be eaten up by the gamblers passion, yet you only dis l cover it by the greed in his eyes, the l 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 startling warning, or wife's en treaty 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 round 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, like a roe over the rocks, on his way to perdition Again, this sin works ruin by killing industry. A man used to reaping scores or hundreds, or thousands 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 fifty dollars in my store when can get five times that in half an hour down at 'Billy's'T' 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 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 to shatter the battery of the philosopher The very first idea ill gaming is at war with all the industries of society.
 ITS MIGHTY LEVER.
 This crime is getting it's lever under many a mercantile house in our great cities, and before long down will come the great establishment, crushing repu- tation, home, comfort and immortal souls How it diverts and sinks capi- tai may be inferred from some authen- tic statement before us. The ten gam ing houses that once were authorized in Paris passed through the banks yearly three hundred and twenty five millions of francs Where does all the money come from? The whole world is robbed! What is most sad, there arc no consultations for the loss and suffering entailed by gaming
 If men fail in lawful business God pities and society commiserates, but where in the Bible or in society is there any consolation for the gambler2 From what tree of the forest oozes there . balm that can soothe the gamester's heart2 In that bottle where God keeps the tears of his children are there any tears of the gambler2 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 hazard2 When an honest man is in trouble he has sympathy. ''Poor fel, low!" they say. But do gamblers come to weep at the agonies of the gambler9
 In Northumberland was one of the finest estates in England. MT. 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 in a side alley. met a friend from whom he