capricious, almost preternatural, feature of the physiology of
gaming, that the young and
inexperienced generally win in the
first
instance. They are drawn on and on, and in and in. They
begin to lose, and continue to lose, and by the time they have
cut their wise teeth they have neither sou nor silver to make
their dearly-bought
wisdom available.
`At least one-half of the company may be assumed to be arrant
rascals--rascals male and rascals female--_chevaliers
d'industrie_, the offscourings of all the shut-up gambling-houses
in Europe, demireps and _lorettes_, single and married women
innumerable.'
In the course of the three visits he has paid to Hombourg, Mr
Sala has observed that `nine-tenths of the English visitors to
the Kursaal, play;' and he does not
hesitate to say that the
moths who
flutter round the garish lamps at the Kursaal Van
der Hohe, and its
kindred Hades, almost
invariably singe their
wings; and that the chaseer at _Roulette_ and _Rouge_, generally
turn out edged tools, with which those incautious enough to play
with them are apt to cut their fingers, sometimes very
dangerously.
The season of 1869 in Hombourg is thus depicted in a high class
newspaper.
`Never within the memory of the oldest inhabitant (who in this
instance must
undoubtedly be that
veteranplayer Countess
Kisselef) has the town witnessed such an influx of tourists of
every class and
description. Hotels and lodging-houses are
filled to overflowing. Every day imprudent travellers who have
neglected the
precaution of securing rooms before their arrival
return disconsolately to Frankfort to await the
vacation of some
apartment which a condescending
landlord has promised them after
much
negotiation for the week after next. The morning promenade
is a wonderful sight; such a host of bilious faces, such an
endless
variety of
eccentric costumes, such a Babel of tongues,
among which the
shrill twang of our fair American cousins is
peculiarly
prominent, could be found in no other place in
the
civilized world. A moralist would
assuredly find here
abundant food for
reflection on the wonderful powers of self-
deception possessed by mankind. We all get up at most
inconvenient hours,
swallow a certain quantity of a most nauseous
fluid, and then, having sacrificed so much to appearances, soothe
our consciences with the unfounded
belief that a love of early
rising and salt water was our real reason for coming here, and
that the gambling tables had nothing
whatever to do with it.
Perhaps, in some few
instances, this view may be the correct one;
some few invalids, say one in a hundred, may have sought Hombourg
solely in the interest of an impaired
digestion, but I fear that
such cases are few and far between; and, as a friend afflicted
with a mania for misquotation remarked to me the other day, even
"those who come to drink remain to play."
`Certainly the demon of Rouge et Noir has never held more
undisputed sway in Hombourg than in the present season; never
have the tables groaned under such a load of notes and rouleaux.
It would seem as if the
gamblers, having only two or more years
left in which to complete their ruin, were hurrying on with
redoubled speed to that
desirable consummation, and where a stake
of 12,000 francs is allowed on a single coup the pace can be made
very rapid indeed. High play is so common that unless you are
lucky enough to win or rich enough to lose a hundred thousand
francs at least, you need not hope to
excite either envy or
commiseration. One persevering Muscovite, who has been punting
steadily for six weeks, has
actually succeeded in getting rid of
a million of
florins. As yet there have been no
suicides to
record, owing probably to the
precautionary measures adopted by a
paternal Administration. As soon as a
gambler is known to be
utterly cleared out he at once receives a visit from one of M.
Blanc's officials, who offers him a small sum on condition he
will leave the town
forthwith; which viaticum, however, for fear
of accidents, is only handed to him when fairly seated in the
train that bears him away, to blow out his brains, should he feel
so inclined,
elsewhere. One of the most
unpleasant facts