.' The dinner over, and a liberal
allowance of wine having been quaffed, the ruined gambler desired the
servant to call up all who were in the hall below. In a few seconds the
dining-room was filled with tradesmen, all eager to receive payment
of their accounts. 'Now, gentlemen,' said the gambler, addressing his
guests, and pointing to the little crowd of tradesmen,--'now, gentlemen,
these are all my tradesmen; they are honest industrious men, to whom I
am indebted, and as I see no other earthly means of being ever able to
meet their just claims, you will be so kind as to pay them out of the
sum for which I insured my life yesterday. Allow me, gentlemen, to bid
you farewell.' And so saying, he pulled a pistol from his pocket, and
placing it to his head, that instant blew out his brains. Of course his
insurance office must have been one that undertook to pay insurances
whatever might be the cause of death, not excepting suicide--which, like
duelling, has usually been a bar to such claims.

REVELATIONS OF A GAMBLER ON THE POINT OF COMMITTING SELF-MURDER.

The following is 'A full and particular account of a person who threw
himself into the Thames, from Blackfriars Bridge, on Wednesday, July 10,
1782; with the melancholy paper he left behind him, accounting to
his wife and children for so rash an action.' It is said that several
thousands of the papers were dispersed through London, and it is to be
hoped that some of them might produce that good effect which seems
to have been so anxiously desired by the person who wished them to be
distributed.

'Midnight, July 10, 1782.

'Whoever thou art that readest this paper, listen to the voice of one
from the DEAD. While thine eyes peruse the lines their writer may be
suffering the most horrid punishments which an incensed Creator can
inflict upon the greatest sinner.

'Reader, art thou of my own sex? Art thou a man? Oh, in whatever rank
of life, whether high or low,--beware of gambling! Beware of so much as
approaching an E O table! Had I ever met with such a dreadful warning as
I now offer thee, I might perhaps have been saved from death--have been
snatched from damnation. Reader, art thou a woman? Oh, whether rich or
poor, whether wife, mother, sister, or daughter,--if thou suspect that
the late hours, the feverish body, the disturbed mind, the ruffled
temper, the sudden extravagance of him whom thou lovest, are caused
by frequenting the gaming table, o