. Gallery of comicalities : . meteor of the night. Misleading with a treacherous light. Irksome the task to trace in verse lhe Gamesters course from had to worse : That course of vice may long endure. But still the terminations sure. What is the upshot of the game ? Ruin—remorse—disgrace—and shame. Behold our Hero—mark him well, The inmate of a modern Hell; Where Croupier every snare hath set, To catch all fish that come to net; Tho of the tribes that sink or swim, The Gold and Silver Fish for him. Now Pug, call Fortune to your aid, The colours black—the Game is made ; Irente un—Red wins—a har
. Gallery of comicalities : . meteor of the night. Misleading with a treacherous light. Irksome the task to trace in verse lhe Gamesters course from had to worse : That course of vice may long endure. But still the terminations sure. What is the upshot of the game ? Ruin—remorse—disgrace—and shame. Behold our Hero—mark him well, The inmate of a modern Hell; Where Croupier every snare hath set, To catch all fish that come to net; Tho of the tribes that sink or swim, The Gold and Silver Fish for him. Now Pug, call Fortune to your aid, The colours black—the Game is made ; Irente un—Red wins—a hardish smack ! You laid that hundred. Pug, on black ; Dont let that trifle give you trouble. Try Black once more, and put down double. Red wins again—Ah sound of dread ! Well now youll have a run on Red ; Then change the colour if you will— But doomd to be unlucky still. Youll persevere with store diminishd. Till YOUR OWN GAiNiE at length is finishd ; 145 2 p GALLERY OF COMICALITIES,—No. CXLII. M ONKEY AN i THE GAMULER S PROGRESS. — STEP THE EIGHTH. Tis even so—the die is cast, And, Pug ! your golden dreams have passd— Well may you mourn the luckless hour You placd yourself in Mentors power— The knowing practices he taught you ; To a bad winding up have brought you, Strippd of your gains, you now, too late. Distracted, curse your bitter fate, And gnash your teeth, and grasp \our hair, In all the raving of despair. How shall such anguish be appeasd ? How can we heal a mind diseasd? Is there no source of comfort? None. No friend to soothe your mind ? Not one. Mentor, of course, has little claim To be distinguished by the name ; Who with unruffled phyz is viewing His pupils rage and utter ruin ; Eyes him with self-complacent shrug, And thus addresses hapless Pug :— This is a devilish fine cigar— Why, what a shocking judge you are ! I never knew you play so bad— I thought you were not to ue had ; Tis strange, indeed, it never struck ye, When you
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