Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-05-18

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by the gamblers passion, yet you cnhy
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 startling warning CT wifes entreatv
can make him stsy for moment his
! headlong career. The Internal spell is
on him, giant is aroused within, and
though you may 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 sermt Us
! and on the top should set the cross of
| the Son of Gcd, over them all the gam
bier would leap, like a roe over the
rocks, on his way to perdition.
a I,Uinous Lever.
A man used to reaping scores or hun
| lreds of dollars from the gaming table
will not be content with slow work He
will say, What is the use Of my trying
| to make these 500 in my store when l
can get five times that in half an hour
down at Billy's?" You never knew
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ous The men given to this vice spend
their time not actively engaged in the
| game in idleness, or intoxication, or
sleep, CT 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 in gam
ing is at war with all the industries CT
society. Any trade or occupation that is
of use is ennobling. The street sweeper
advances the interests of society by the
cleanliness effected The cat pays fer
the fragments it eats by cleaning the
house of ve11nin. The fly that takes the
sweetness from the dregs of the cup
compensates by purifying the air and
keeping back the pestilence. But the
gambler gives net anything for that
which he takes. I recall that sentence.
He does make a return but it is dis
grace to the man he fleeces, despair to
his heart, ruin to his business, anguish
to his wife, shame to his children ard
eternal wasting away to his soul He
pays in tears, and blood, and agony,
and darkness, and vice. What dull
work is blowing to the farmer when III
the village saloon in one night he
makes and loses the value Of summer
harvest Who will want to sell tape,
ard measure nankeen, and cut gar
ments, and weigh sugars, when in
nights game he makes and lCses, and
makes again and loses again, profits Ct
season? John Borack was sent as mer-
camille agent from Bremen to England
and this country. After two years his
employers nistrusted that all was not
right. He was defaulter for $S7, COO
1t was found that he had lost in Lo,:l-
bard street, London, $29, 600; in Fulton
street, New York, $1Q, 600, and in lew
Orleans So, 600. He was imprisoned,
but afterward escaped and went into
the gambling profession. He died in q
lunatic asylum. This crime is getting
its lever under many mercantile house
in our cities and before long down will
come the great establishment, crushing
reputation, home comfort and immortal
souls.
Games of Chance.
The whole world is robbed. What is
most sad, there are no consultations fer
the loss and suffering entailed by gam
ing. If men fail in lawful business,
God pities and society commiserates,
but where in the Bible or society is
there any consolation for the gambler?
From what tree CT the forest ooZes there
balm that can soothe the gamester's
heart? In that bottle where God keeps
the tears cf 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 Ia
borer whisper hope and cheer to tho
emaciated victim Of the game of haz-
ard? When an honest man is in trouble,
he has sympathy. Poor fellow!' they
say. But do gamblers come to weep at
the agonies of the gambler? In North
cumberland was one of the finest estates
in England. Mr.. Porter owned il and
in year gambled it all away. Waving
lost the last acre of the estate, he camo
down from the saloon and got into his
carriage, went hack, put up his horses
and carriage and town house and play
ed. He threw and lost. He started for
home and On q side alley met a friend,
from whom he borrowed ten guineas.
He went back to the saloon, and before
a great while had won ego, 900. He
died at last a beggar in St. Giles. How
many gamblers felt sorry for Mr.. Por-
ter? Who consoled him on the loss of
his estate? What gambler subscribed to
put a stone over the poor mans grave?
Not one. Furthermore, this sin is the
source Of uncounted dishonesty. The
game of hazard itself is often a cheat.
How many tricks and receptions in the
dealing of the cards! The opponents
hand is ofttines found out by fraud.
Cards are marked SO that they may be
designated from the back. Expert game
sters have their accomplices, and one