It is said that cards are stealthily creeping up into circles from
which they have hitherto been religiously excluded. And here the writer
is constrained to confess his lack of personal knowledge of the subject
under discussion. He is, indeed, aware that individual cards have their
names, and are called kings and queens, knaves and spades; that they are
"shuffled" and "cut," and that a certain something is called a
"trick"--doubtless very appropriately--but having no ambition to stand
in the presence of kings of this particular dynasty, no desire to
cultivate the acquaintance of knaves of any sort, no love of tricks of
any kind, he remains in willing ignorance even unto this day. Two or
three times in the course of his life, he has seen people playing cards.
First, one would lay down a piece of paper with spots on it, then
another player would lay down another spotted paper, and so it went on
so long as he beheld the performance; but the process did not seem to
him to be attended by any particular result, nor did he learn, possibly
because he did not wait and watch long enough, whether the victory
depended most on chance, sagacity, or mathematical calculation.
But there are facts which every body knows. Cards are the gambler's
tools. They are a favorite diversion of the aimless and the idle; they
have a bad name among honest people. If, as some say, they were
introduced into Europe by a physician, who adopted them as a means of
diverting a royal patient whose intellect was shattered, we naturally
infer that no great amount of intelligence, or strength of intellect, is
needed to qualify the player. And to this inference it is not difficult
to hang another--that the game is the fitting refuge of men and women
who are conscious that their talents enable them to shine better in
silence than in conversation. Whether, according to the rules of the
play, a king is any better than a knave, or a diamond than a club, I do
not claim to know, but I imagine that in playing, wit and intelligence
find little more enjoyment than do the dullest and most stupid of the
party.
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