stakes not only his `fortune,' but also his children and liberty, which he cares very little about, everywhere, until we incite him to do so--as, of course, we ought to do, for every motive `human and divine.'

There is no doubt, then, that this propensity is part and parcel of `the unsophisticated savage.' Let us turn to the eminently civilized races of antiquity--the men whose example we have more or less followed in every possible matter, sociality, politics, religion--they were all gamblers, more or less. Take the grand prototypes of Britons, the Romans of old. That gamesters they were! And how gambling recruited the ranks of the desperadoes who gave them insurrectionary trouble! Catiline's `army of scoundrels,' for instance. `Every man dishonoured by dissipation,' says Sallust, `who by his follies or losses at the gaming table had consumed the inheritance of his fathers, and all those who were sufferers by such misery, were the friends of this perverse man.' Horace, Juvenal, Persius, Cicero, and other writers, attest the fact of Roman gambling most eloquently, most indignantly.

The Romans had `lotteries,' or games of chance, and some of their prizes were of great value, as a good estate and slaves, or rich vases; others of little value, as vases of common earth, but of this more in the sequel.

Among the Gothic kings who, in the fulness of time and accomplishments, `succeeded' to that empire, we read of a Theodoric, `a wise and valiant prince,' who was `great lover of dice;' his solicitude in play was only for victory; and his companions knew how to seize the moment of his success, as consummate courtiers, to put forward their petitions and to make their requests. `When I have a petition to prefer,' says one of them, `I am easily beaten in the game that I may win my cause.'[8] What a clever contrivance! But scarcely equal to that of the _GREAT_ (in politeness) Lord Chesterfield, who, to gain a vote for a parliamentary friend, actually submitted to be _BLED!_ It appears that the voter was deemed very difficult, but Chesterfield found out that the man was a doctor, who was a perfect Sangrado, recommending bleeding for every ailment. He went to him, as in consultation, agreed with the man's arguments, and at once bared his arm for the operation. On the point of departure his lordship `edged' in the question about the vote for his friend, which was, of course, gushingly promised and given.

[8] Sed ego aliquid obsecraturus facile vincor; et mihi tabula perit ut causa salvetur.--Sidonius Apollinaris, _Epist_.

Although there may not be much Gothic blood among us, it is quite certain that there is plenty of German mixture in our nation-- taking the term in its very wide and comprehensive ethnology. Now, Tacitus describes the ancient stout and valiant Germans as `making gaming with a die a very serious occupation of their sober hours.' Like the `everlasting Negro,' they, too, made their last throw for personal liberty, the loser going into voluntary slavery, and the winner selling such slaves as soon as possible to strangers, in order not to have to blush for such a victory! If the `nigger' could blush, he might certainly do so for the white man in such a conjuncture.

At Naples and other places in Italy, at least in former times, the boatmen used thus to stake their liberty for a certain number of years. According to Hyde,[9] the Indians stake their fingers and cut them off themselves to pay the debt of honour. Englishmen have cut off their ears, both as a `security' for a gambling loan, and as a stake; others have staked their lives by hanging, in like manner! Instances will be given in the sequel.

[9] De Ludis Orient.

But leaving these savages and the semi-savages of the very olden time, let us turn to those nearer to our times, with just as much religious truth and principle among them as among ourselves.