. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . er, I went to the bar-room, whereabout a dozen men were drinking and smok-ing. One of them, rather genteely dressed,came and sat by me and we fell into con-versation. After a little while, he orderedsome flip, and we drank it. I felt my heartwarmed, and my tongue loosed, and I toldthe stranger my story. He appeared to takegreat interest in me and pretty soon pro-posed to go into another room. Here weretwo other persons; and we sat down—mynew friend ordering more liquor, and intro-ducing me to the strangers. The liquor wasbrought, and
. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . er, I went to the bar-room, whereabout a dozen men were drinking and smok-ing. One of them, rather genteely dressed,came and sat by me and we fell into con-versation. After a little while, he orderedsome flip, and we drank it. I felt my heartwarmed, and my tongue loosed, and I toldthe stranger my story. He appeared to takegreat interest in me and pretty soon pro-posed to go into another room. Here weretwo other persons; and we sat down—mynew friend ordering more liquor, and intro-ducing me to the strangers. The liquor wasbrought, and also a pack of cards. In aneasy way my companion began to shuffle thepack, and handed them to me to cut, seemingto take it as a matter of course that I wouldplay. I had not the courage to refuse, anddrew up to the table. The game went on,and in a very short time I had lost everydollar in my pocket! Wit that is bought is worth twice asmuch as wit that is taught, says the pro-ve-rb. A father once warned his son againstpertain evil ways. Why,do you counsel. BILL HEELERS WIFE. TF1E ! PUBLICI tm> 1 REFLECTIONS. 131 me thus? said the boy. Because I havetried these things and seen the folly of them;said the parent. Well, father, replied theinexperienced youth, I want to see thefolly of them too ! So it was with rne; I had heard the dan-gers of gambling, but I had not seen and feltthe folly of it. But now the lesson of expe-rience had come, and it was deep and went to bed with a heavy heart. Sleepcame not to my eyelids that long, long fancy was filled with real and imaginaryevils. The death of my uncle ; the loss of myfortune ; the desolation of my condition ; myvisit to old Sarahs cave; the bitter disap-pointment connected with the continentalnotes; my farewell to friends; my launchingforth upon the sea of adventure ;—all cameagain and again to mind, each thought withoppressive force and distinctness. Morning at last carne, and with it some-thing like comfort.
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