whlriwind she might as we'll entreat the
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whrlwind; she might as we'll entreat the tiger.

 The brute has no feeling left. He turns upon her in the spirit of the demons. with which he is possessed. He curses his chil- dren, and her who bore them; and as he prosecutes his game, he fills the interval with imprecations on himself, with impre- cations on his Maker, imprecations bor- rowed from the dialect of devils, and utter cd with tone that befts only the organs of the damned? And yet, in this monster, there once dwelt the spirit of man. He had talent, he had honor, he had even faith. But alas his was faith that saveth not. The gaming table has robbed him of it and ofall things else, that are worth possessing. What trightful change of character !- What a tremendous wreck is the soul of man in ruins; return, disconsolate mother, to thy dwelling, and be submissive; thou shalt become widow, and thy children fatherless. Further efforts would be use- less; the reformation of thy partner is im- possible. God has forsaken him; nor will good angels weep or watch over him any longer.