more, have lost their all to persons who had not a shilling to
lose. During the depth of a severe winter, a gamester beheld
with terror the bottom of his purse. Unable to resolve on
quitting the gaming table--for players in that condition are
always the most stubborn--he shouted to his valet--'Go and fetch
my great sack.' These words, uttered without design, stimulated
the cupidity of those who no longer cared to play with him, and
now they were eager for it. His luck changed, and he won thrice
as much as he had lost. Then his 'great sack' was brought to
him: it was a BEAR-SKIN SACK he used as a cloak!

In the madness of gaming the player stakes everything after
losing his money--his watch, his rings, his clothing; and some
have staked their EARS, and others their very LIVES-- instances
of all which will be related in the sequel.

Not very long ago a publican, who lost all his money, staked his
public-house, lost it, and had to 'clear out.' The man who won
it is alive and flourishing.

'The debt of honour must be paid: 'these are the terrible words
that haunt the gamester as he wakes (if he has slept) on the
morning after the night of horrors: these are the furies that
take him in hand, and drag him to torture, laughing the while. .
. .

What a 'sensation' it must be to lose one's ALL! A man,
intoxicated with his gains, left one gaming house and entered
another. As soon as he entered he exclaimed, 'Well, I am filled,
my pockets are full of gold, and here goes, ODDS OR EVEN?'