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
“‘Indeed!’ said I, ‘did you play?’
“‘To be sure I did,’ was the reply, ‘and have got all my money back
again, with a tolerably comfortable stake besides. I regretted much
that you were not there. Our error, last night, is obvious enough; the
wine made us imprudent, or we both could have risen from the table
winners.’
“‘Perhaps it is better that we, at least that _I_, did not. I might
have been tempted to continue a course that I feel confident would
lead to disastrous consequences.’
“‘Well,’ said Roberts, ‘I dare say you are right; and right or wrong,
it is certainly not my wish to urge you to play. I merely thought you
might be desirous to recover what you had parted with, and would
therefore venture a trifle more to effect such a result; but let that
be. You will be on the field to-morrow, of course?’
“‘No,’ replied I, firmly.
“‘No!’ exclaimed Roberts, with great surprise. ‘Why, what becomes of
your horse, Velox? There is nothing in the stables to match him, and a
heavy purse to be won.’
“‘I have determined to sell out my racing stock.’ Roberts stared at
me.
“‘Indeed,’ he exclaimed at length. ‘What next? I am prepared now for
any marvel. Possibly you are going to turn Methodist; when may we
expect you to hold forth?’ ‘Pardon me,’ he cried, as he saw that I was
beginning to be displeased with his freedom, ‘but I cannot but wonder
that a man of your strength of mind and liberality of disposition,
should permit himself to be so worked upon by a trifling loss of
money, for trifling it is, compared with your means. What will your
friends say, when they hear that the wealthy Mr. W—— is going to
withdraw himself from their society and the fashionable amusements of
the day, because, in a luckless hour, he touched a card, and lost some
money, which he well could spare?’
“‘Mr. Roberts,’ I hastily replied, ‘I have not said what my motives
were, nor have you a right to impute petty ones to me. It may be, sir,
that you conceive good or ill luck to be the only principle which can
govern a man in such a case: I trust I can be, and am influenced by a
higher feeling; a sense of right and wrong.’
“‘Nay, nay,’ said he, ‘be not angry with me. _I_ question not the
correctness of your course, I only suggest what will be the probable
remarks of others. It is known that you were unsuccessful at faro last
night; you immediately proceed to dispose of your running horses, and
that too with every prospect before you of a fortunate campaign. Rumor
will increase forty fold the amount you have sunk, and it will be at
once supposed you were compelled to sell. For, be assured, that
however pure and correct your conduct may be, mankind will never
believe in the existence of a motive which would exalt, if they can,
by any possibility, pitch upon one that would have a contrary
tendency. However, I am done. I trust you will not ascribe what I have
said to any thing but friendly feelings towards you.’
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