Fatal zero, a diary kept at Homburg . hwere, of course, nothing to the Bank. Butwhen it was added, I shall take care notto come hack here again^^^ it took quiteanother shape. Like the refait* at theirown game, it told, on the whole, againstthe player. So it was conveyed to thechaplain that in their zeal for the advance-ment of religion the administration wouldbe happy to pay him his salary, and a 124 FATAL ZERO. handsome one too; that the collecting by abook was scarcely dignified, gave him toomuch trouble, &c. This tempting offerwas at once declined, and without reluc-tance; but it was a litt
Fatal zero, a diary kept at Homburg . hwere, of course, nothing to the Bank. Butwhen it was added, I shall take care notto come hack here again^^^ it took quiteanother shape. Like the refait* at theirown game, it told, on the whole, againstthe player. So it was conveyed to thechaplain that in their zeal for the advance-ment of religion the administration wouldbe happy to pay him his salary, and a 124 FATAL ZERO. handsome one too; that the collecting by abook was scarcely dignified, gave him toomuch trouble, &c. This tempting offerwas at once declined, and without reluc-tance; but it was a little too strong. Thewages of preaching to be furnished by thewages of sin! By-and-by, too, it mighthave been required that a word or twoshould be delicately insinuated in favour ofthe harmlessness of the game. What aplace! If it should be my destiny to in-sert the small end of the wedge, that is tosplit—crack the whole institution asunder!Already I see their servants — the hiredbullies of the place—looking at me CHAPTEK XIII. Thursday.—I have not yet heard fromFrankfort, but they tell me here that themerchant is away at his estates. There isno hurry, however—nay, I should wish fora little time to devote myself to my mission,as I may call it. I really feel a sort of caU to do good here. I have watchedGrainger all this day, and he has not gonein—at least I have not seen him myself; forI must keep to my fixed rule of not enter-ing that cruel spiders net, that tigers asked him this evening, had he kept hispromise. He laughed, and would give meno answer. Dont expect miracles, he 126 FATAL ZERO. said; you cant expect a man to reform allat once. That little picture we made outtogether last night is still going about withme, dancing before my eyes. I wish I couldshut it out; I did so for some years. Comein, he added, and let us at least look atthem, as the hungry beggars find somerelief in looking into a cook-shop win-dow. I shook my head. I have made a s
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