The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“‘Well,’ resumed Roberts, ‘we, poor innocent lambs, were cursing our
ill-luck—luck indeed! ha, ha! there was no _luck_ in the matter; we
were fairly pigeoned—damnably cheated, sir!’
“‘How do you know, Roberts? By Heaven, if I thought so, I would make
an example of them.’
“‘Oh! sir, you could not prove it!’
“‘How do _you_ know the fact, I repeat?’
“‘Because I have seen them playing together since, when I was not
interested in the game, and could watch them coolly and closely, and I
did so; and I am perfectly satisfied in my own mind that there was
collusion between them. Now, for the drift of my question; I say, it
would be perfectly justifiable in us to pay these knaves in their own
coin—to turn the tables upon them, and so get back the cash they
fobbed from us, and that, I take it, would be a pretty little capital
to begin the world with again.’
“‘There is certainly nothing to object to on the score of justice,’
said I, ‘but I question if such a scheme would be deemed honorable
among gentlemen.’
“‘I cannot answer for their abstract opinions,’ said Roberts, ‘nor do
I greatly care for them; but this I know, that among the whole circle
of my acquaintance, which is tolerably extensive, there is not one who
would hesitate about the matter.’
“‘But what means shall we employ? If they be the rascals you have
described, will they not be keen enough to detect us?’
“‘I defy them,’ said Roberts. ‘Leave every thing to me. To-morrow you
shall be instructed; it is necessary now that I should sleep. Do you
so, likewise, and be assured that your situation will soon be changed
for the better. In the meantime you will need money; there are fifty
dollars, half of all I have—take them; you will soon be able to repay
me. Good night! and hark ye, no more despondency, but look the world
boldly in the face, and smile with contempt upon fate, as I do.’
“Perhaps, Mr. S., you are surprised that I should so easily have
assented to this vile proposal. There had been a time, sir, when I
should have treated it as a personal insult; but I was not then a
broken-down gambler. My principles had not been sapped by continual
contact with the unworthy; the degrading and unhallowed desire of gain
had not fastened on my soul, and corroded my sense of honor. One must
have been crushed and miserable as I was, before he can be sure of his
power to resist the tempter.
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