The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“‘But Charles, men acquire habits by degrees, and learn to love that
which they once loathed; and what pleasure is to be derived from
associating with those whose time is spent in play, if you do not join
in their occupation. They cannot converse with you; that would take
off their attention from the game; and they cannot listen to you,
their interest is absorbed in their desire to distress those whom they
call their friends, by winning their money. But, my husband, I did not
mean to read you a lecture,’ continued she smiling. ‘Ah, well do I
know, for your wife’s sake, for our cherub child’s sake, you never
will abandon yourself to the infamy of a gambler’s life.’ And she
threw herself into my arms. I pressed that form of loveliness to my
bosom, and felt the beating of its confiding heart, and, coward that I
was, I betrayed its confidence by withholding the communication I had
decided to make. I felt humbled by her purity, and rebuked by her
love, and I dared not tell her what I had done.
“The day wore on, not without sad reflection on my part, but I felt
self-assured that I would never so err again, and as this confidence
became strong, I persuaded myself that it was unnecessary to distress
my wife by any disclosures. I had only to pay off the debt I had
incurred, and there was an end of the affair. That evening, much to my
surprise, and very contrary to my wishes, Roberts called upon me. I
had no desire to see one who had been an eye-witness of my last
night’s madness, and I felt a dread lest he might allude to it in
Emily’s presence. There was no occasion, however, for any such
apprehension. He talked of various things, and in a most amusing
manner, but never referred to the races, except to observe, in a
slight and careless way, that I had missed no sport by having been
absent that morning. It was not until my wife retired that he touched
upon the subject.
“‘Why, in the name of common sense,’ he asked, ‘did you leave us this
morning so abruptly, W—— or rather, why did you not return?’
“‘Simply,’ replied I, ‘because I was guided by {754} common sense. I
had lost enough, and too much, and in a way that my feelings
disapproved of, and there was no pleasure to be derived from lingering
about the scene of my folly.’
“‘I lost too,’ said Roberts, ‘but I never sit down contented with a
loss. He were but a poor merchant, who would fold his arms, and
abandon all enterprise, because, forsooth, he found one adventure
unsuccessful.’
“‘It is the business of the merchant,’ said I, ‘to take such chances;
it is not mine to gamble, and yet I should think that merchant
foolish, who should take a hazard where he clearly saw that the
chances were against him.’
“‘And how do you know,’ asked Roberts, ‘that the chances are against
you?’
“‘Because every one lost last night but the banker,’ I replied.
“‘And he had to refund this morning all that he had won,’ said
Roberts, ‘and put a good round sum to the opposite side of the
account.’
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