It is over ten years since my midnight visit to that gambler's
death-bed. I remember still one sentence of the ruined man: "It
doesn't pay, sir! It doesn't pay!" Aye! and even if it does pay some
few, what then? Is it not ill-gotten gain? And if so, what shall it
profit such a man, though he gain the whole world and lose his own
soul?
The vice of gambling does not stand alone. It is the mother of sins;
the sordid and the sensual too frequently go hand in hand. Lying,
blasphemy, impurity, dishonesty, trickery, double-dealing, follow in
its train.
The gambler who, by a stroke of "luck," becomes rich in an hour, is
tempted to spend his winnings in riotous living. It is with him a
case of "luxury" to-day, despair and drink to-morrow.
A general atmosphere of blackguardism seems ever to pervade the
race-course. Here is a cutting from the daily press of August last:--
"BLACKGUARDISM AT THE ALEXANDRA PARK RACES.--Fourteen
brutal assaults, committed on the Alexandra Park race-course
on Saturday afternoon, have been reported to the police, the
assaults in several cases having been accompanied by robbery.
One of the gentlemen assaulted was a professional man well
known in the neighbourhood. He was standing at a refreshment
bar in the grand stand when he was half-killed by roughs.
Another person who was assaulted was a member of the Jockey Club
staff; but many frequenters of the course were heard to express
pleasure at this, in the hope that it would lead to some better
provision being made for the exclusion of well-known roughs from
the rings and stands."
I have seen more than one young man of my acquaintance stand in the
felon's dock, and I know they were brought there by betting. I have
heard the wail of wife and children in the court as the culprit was
hurried from the dock to his cell. And what was left for him to do
when he was released from prison? Who will employ a man with the
stigma of "imprisonment for dishonesty" resting upon him? He sinks
lower and lower, dragging his poor wife and has little children down
with him in his degrading descent--down to abject misery.
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