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me, in connection with the law. Every man in this state knows that Mr.
Green himself could not pass the law without the aid of the legislature.
He (Mr. Freeman) goes on to take many other positions which he (the
speaker) could not understand, and therefore would not further allude to
them. He thought that if the young men were warned properly to keep
aloof from the gambling shops, and they should heed the warning, they
would escape a life of infamy. 'Tis true, a young man may go from the
parlour to a gambling-place. He will first find the gamblers
fascinating--rooms handsomely furnished--fine suppers given, and in
fact, every temptation may be set out to catch the unwary novice. The
gambler will tell him this reform is all priestcraft--you can see for
yourself that we (gamblers) are not the assassins which we are
represented to be--these reformers don't speak the truth. The young man
is blinded--he thinks he knows by this time all about the gamblers--but
in fact he knows nothing. He goes on by degrees, until becoming more
hardened, he does not fear to do that which would have made him recoil
with horror, in the outset. He may go to another city--carry letters of
introduction to prominent gamblers--forty other letters may get there
before him, putting the robbers on the look out, getting them to set
their stool-pigeons. The young man is trapped--he is enticed into a
gambling hell--don't call them sporting saloons or gambling-rooms, (said
the speaker,) but call them what they are, _hells_--he loses all his
money--his character is gone--he is ruined, and who then cares for
him--does the gambler?

Let me relate an instance which came under my immediate notice:--A young
man in Baltimore, sometime after he had been ruined at a gambling hell,
went there, but having no money, was not cared for by the gambler. He
laid down on the floor in a corner of the room, night after night. One
day, in particular, it was asked who he was. "Only a loafer," replied
the gambler. The young man was aroused from his stupor by the one with
whom he had gambled and lost, and was told to go about his business. The
young man replied, "Sir, you should be the last man to treat me so; it
was with you I first played cards, it was under your roof where I tasted
the first glass of wine;" and whilst thus expostulating, the gambler
pushed him out, he reeled down the stairs, fractured his skull on the
curb-stone and fell into the gutter. Mr. Green was pr