the fellows produced loaded dice, and the gentleman lost to the
amount of L1800! This brought him to his senses--as well it
might. He then invented an excuse for not paying that sum, by
saying that he was under an
agreement with his
partner not to
draw for a larger
amount than L300 for his private
account--and
gave them a draft for that
amount,
promising the
remainder at a
future day. This promise, however, he did not attend to, not
feeling himself bound by such a villainous transaction,
especially after giving them so much. But the robbers found out
who he was and his
residence, and had the
audacity to go, armed
with bludgeons, and attack him
publicly on his own premises, in
the presence of those employed there, demanding
payment of their
nefarious 'debt of honour,' and threatening him, if he did not
pay, that he should fight!
This
exposure had such an effect on his feelings that he made an
excuse to retire--did so--and blew out his brains with a pistol!
This rash act was the more to be lamented because it prevented
the bringing to condign
punishment, the plundering villains who
were the cause of it.[16]
[16] Annual Register, vol. lviii.
OTHER INSTANCES.
A
gallant Dutch officer, after having lost a splendid fortune not
long since (1823) in a gambling house at Aix-la-Chapelle, shot
himself. A Russian general, also, of
immensewealth, terminated
his
existence in the same manner and for the same cause. More
recently, a young Englishman, who lost the whole of an
immensefortune by gambling at Paris, quitted this world by stabbing
himself in the neck with a fork. A short time
previously another
Englishman, whose birth was as high as his
wealth had been
considerable, blew his brains out in the Palais Royal, after
having
literally lost his last
shilling. Finally, an unfortunate
printer at Paris, who had a wife and five children, finished his
earthlycareer for the same cause, by suffocating himself with
the fumes of
charcoal; he said, in his
farewell note to his
unhappy wife--'Behold the effect of gaming!'[17]
[17] Ubi supra.
'IF I LOSE I SHALL COMMIT SUICIDE.'
A young man having gambled away his last
shilling, solicited the
loan of a few pounds from one of the proprietors of the hell in
which he had been plundered. 'What
security will you give me?'
asked the fellow. 'My word of honour,' was the reply. 'Your
word of honour! That's poor
security, and won't do,' rejoined
the hellite; 'if you can pawn nothing better than that, you'll
get no money out of me.' 'Then you won't lend me a couple of
pounds?' 'Not without
security,' was the reply. 'Why, surely,
you won't refuse me a couple of sovereigns, after having lost so
much?' 'I won't advance you a couple of
shillings without
security.'
Still bent upon play, and
greedy for the means to
gratify his
passion, the
unhappy man, as if struck by a sudden thought,
exclaimed--'I'll give you
security--the clothes on my back are
quite new, and worth eight guineas; you shall have them as
security. Lend me two sovereigns on them.'
'Suppose you lose,'
doggedly rejoined the other, 'I cannot strip
them off your back.' 'Don't trouble yourself on that head,'
replied the
desperatewretch; 'if I lose I shall
commit suicide,
which I have been meditating for some time, and you shall surely
have my clothes. I shall return to my lodgings before daylight,
in the most worn-out and
worthless dressing-gown or great-coat
you can
procure for me, leaving my clothes with you.'
The two sovereigns were
advanced, and in ten or twelve minutes
were lost. The
keeper of the table demanded the clothes, and the
unfortunate man stripped himself with the
utmostcoolness of