part constituted the circle of the Marquis de Damville.

They received me with that interest and attention that I have usually found attendant on a cultivated mind. The pleasure was considerable, that resulted from meeting them thus again, after ten years' cessation of intercourse. A few of them, indeed, were dead, and others dispersed by various accidents in different parts of France or of Europe. The greater part, however, I still found in that celebrated city, which might weU be considered as the metropolis of the civilised world. The king had early been distinguished by his love of letters and the arts ; and added years, while they abated in his mind the eagerness of ambition and glory, gave new strength to his more cultivated propensities. The liberality of his conduct, and the polished ease that cha- racterised his manners, produced a general predilection in favour of the capital in which he resided.
I found all my former friends matured and improved by the silent influence of time. Their knowledge was in- creased; their views rendered wider; their conversation
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was more amusing and instructive, their manners more bland and unaffected. But, if their characters had experi- enced revolution, mine was more materially changed. I had before encountered them with all the heat and pre- sumption of youth, with no views so much present to my mind as those of chivalry and a factitious honour, with no experience but that of a camp. I was impetuous, volatile, and dissipated. I had not rested long enough upon any one of the flowers of intellect to extract its honey; and my mind was kept in a state of preternatural agitation by the passions of a gamester. It was now become cool, moderate, and tranquil. The society of Marguerite had contributed much to the improvement of my character ; I had li ved in no idle and brutish solitude, but in the midst of contem- plation and letters ; and I had the passions of a husband and a father, in the extremest degree attached to his family. These passions will be found, perhaps, to be the true school of humanity : the man, whose situation continually exercises in him the softest and most amiable charities of our nature, will almost infallibly surpass his brethren in kindness to sympathise with, and promptness to relieve, the distresses of others.
Will it be accounted strange that, in Paris, surrounded by persons of various knowledge and liberal benevolence, I found myself under the influence of other feelings, than any I had lately experienced ? I was like a man who had suf- fered long calamity in a famished vessel or a town besieged, and is immediately after introduced into the midst of luxury, to a table loaded with the most costly dainties. Every viand has to his apprehension an exquisite relish, and every wine a delicious flavour, that he never perceived in them before. Let no one infer that my love for Marguerite was dimi- nished; it has already sufficiently appeared in the course of my narrative, that no happiness could be more consummate than mine was with this admirable woman. Had I been called upon to choose for the seat of my future life, between my paternal chateau in the Bordelois, with Marguerite to grace my abode, on the one hand; and all the gratifications that Paris could afford, on the other, I should not have hesitated even for an instant. But the mind of man is
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made capacious of various pleasures ; and a person of sound and uncorrupted judgment will perhaps always enjoy with emotion the delights which for a long time before he had not encountered, however enviable his content may have been under their absence. I delighted to converse with the men of genius and refinement with whom Paris at this time abounded. It was a feast of soul of which I had rarely partaken in my rural retreat. I delighted to combine excellence with number, and, to a considerable degree at least, variety of intercourse with sentiments of regard and friendship. In these select societies I found no cold sup- pressions and reserve. Their members were brethren in disposition, similar in their pursuits, and congenial in their sentiments. When any one spoke, it was that the person to whom he addressed himself might apprehend what was passing in his thoughts. They participated with sincerity and a liberal mind in each other's feelings, whether of gay delight or melancholy disappointment.
Thus situated, I forgot for a time my engagements with Marguerite. The scenes of St. Leon, its fields, its walks, its woods and its streams, faded from my mind. I forgot the pleasure with which I had viewed my children sporting on the green, and the delicious, rural suppers which I had so often partaken with my wife beneath my vines and my fig-trees at the period of the setting sun. When I set out for Paris, these images had dwelt upon my mind, and sad- dened my fancy. At every stage I felt myself removed still further from the scene where my treasures and my affections were deposited. But, shortly after, new scenes and new employments engaged my thoughts. The plea- sures which I sought but weakly at first, every time they were tasted increased my partiality for them. I seemed for a time to be under the influence of an oblivion of my former life. Thus circumstanced, the folly which had so deep a root in my character, took hold of me. I hired a magni- ficent hotel, and entertained at my own expense those per- sons in whose society I principally delighted. My circles became more numerous than those of the Marquis de Dam- ville, and were conducted in a very different style of splen- dour and profusion. I corresponded with Marguerite ; but
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I continually found some new pretext for lengthening my stay ; and she on her part, though the kindest and most indulgent of women, became seriously alarmed and un- happy.
As my parties were more numerous than those of the Marquis de Damville had been, they were more mixed. Among others, I occasionally associated with some of those nobleman who had been the companions of my former dis- sipation and gaming. An obvious consequence resulted from this. Parties of play were occasionally proposed to me. I resisted — I yielded. My first compliances were timid, hesitating, and painful. I recollected the lessons and exhortations of my excellent father-in-law. At length, however, my alarms abated. I reproached myself with the want of an honourable confidence in my own firmness, and the cowardice of supposing that I was not to be trusted with the direction of my conduct.
One evening I ventured beyond the cautious limits I had at first prescribed myself, and won a considerable sum. This incident produced a strong impression upon me, and filled my mind with tumult and agitation. There was a secret that I had concealed almost from myself, but which now recurred to me with tenfold violence. J was living beyond the means I had to discharge my expenses. My propensity of this sort seemed to be fatal and irresistible. My marriage with Marguerite had occurred opportunely, to heal the breaches I had at that time made in my fortune, and to take from me the consciousness of embarrassments which I should otherwise have deeply felt. The death of the Marquis, however deplorable in other respects, happened at a period when the spirit of profusion and magnificence which characterised me had again involved my affairs in considerable difficulty. It might be supposed that these two cases of experience would have sufficed to extirpate my folly ; but they had rather the contrary effect. In each of them the event was such as to prevent extravagance and thoughtlessness from producing their genuine results ; and, of consequence, they appeared less criminal and mischievous in my eyes than otherwise they probably would have ap- peared. I rather increased than diminished my establish- E 2
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ment upon the death of my father-in-law. I had no rea- sonable prospect of any property hereafter to descend to me, that should exonerate me from the consequences of further prodigality. But I did not advert to this. I saw myself surrounded by my children ; they were the delight and so- lace of my life ; and yet I was heedless of their interests. Sometimes I resolved upon a more rigid economy : but economy is a principle that does not easily lay hold of any but a heart framed to receive it. It is a business of atten- tive and vigilant detail. It easily escapes the mind, amidst the impetuosity of the passions, the obstinacy of rooted propensities, and the seduction of long established habits. Marguerite, indeed, did not share with me in these follies; the simplicity and ingenuousness of her mind were such, that she would have been as happy in a cottage as a palace; but, though she did not partake my vices, an ill-judged forbearance and tenderness for my feelings did not permit her effectually to counteract them. This is, perhaps, the only defect of character I am able to impute to her.
After I had won the sum to which I have alluded, I retired to my hotel full of anxious thoughts. It produced upon me, in some degree, the same effect as ordinarily be- longs to a great calamity. I lay all night sleepless and disturbed. Ruin and despair presented themselves to my mind in a thousand forms. Heedless prodigality and di- lapidated revenues passed in review before me. I counted the years of my life. I had completed the thirty-second year of my age : this was scarcely half the probable duration of human existence. How was I to support the remaining period, a period little assorted to difficulties and expedients ; and which, in the close of it, seems imperiously to call for every indulgence ? Hitherto, an interval of four or five years had repeatedly sufficed to involve me in serious em- barrassment. My children were growing up around me ; my family was likely to become still larger ; as my offspring increased in years, their demands upon my revenues would be more considerable. Were these demands to be slighted ? Were my daughters, nay, was the heir of my rank and my name, to be committed to the compassion of the world, unprovided and forlorn? What a cheerless prospect ! What
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a gloomy and disconsolate hue did these ideas spread upon that future, which the health of the human mind requires to have gilded with the beams of hope and expectation ? I had already tried the expedient of economy; and I had uniformly found this inestimable and only sheet-anchor of prudence gliding from my deluded grasp. Could I promise myself better success in future ? There seemed to be some- thing in my habits, whether of inattention, ostentation, or inconsistency, that baffled the strongest motives by which parsimony and frugality can be enforced.
Why did these thoughts importunately recur to me in the present moment ? They were the suggestions of a ma- lignant genius, — thoughts, the destination of which was to lead me into a gulf of misery and guilt ! While I was going on in a regular train of expense, while I was scoop- ing the mine that was to swallow me and my hopes to- gether, I had the art to keep these reflections at bay. Now that I had met with an unexpected piece of good fortune, they rushed upon me with irresistible violence. Unfortunate coincidence ! Miserable, — rather let me say, guilty, aban- doned miscreant !
As soon as I rose in the morning, I went to the closet where, the evening before, I had deposited my recent ac- quisitions. I spread out the gold before me. I gazed upon it with intentness. My eyes, a moment after, rolled in vacancy. I traversed the apartment with impatient steps. All the demon seemed to mak'e his descent upon my soul. This was the first time that I had ever felt the struggle of conscious guilt and dishonour. I was far indeed from an- ticipating that species of guilt, and that species of ruin, which soon after overwhelmed me. My mind did not once recur to the possibility of any serious mischief. I dwelt only, as gamesters perhaps usually do, upon the alternative between acquisition and no acquisition. I did not take into the account the ungovernableness of my own passions. I assumed it as unquestionable, that I could stop when I pleased. The thoughts that tortured me were, in the first place, those of a sanguine and unexperienced adventurer in a lottery, whose mind rests not for a moment upon the sum he has risked, but who, having in fancy the principal prize K 3
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already in his possession, and having distributed it to various objects and purposes, sometimes fearfully recurs to the pos- sibility of his disappointment, and anticipates with terror what will be his situation, if deprived of this imaginary wealth. I had now, for the first time, opened my eyes to the real state of my affairs, and I clung with proportionable vehemence to this plank which was to bear me from the storm. In the second place, I felt, though darkly and un- willingly, the immorality of my conception. To game may, in some instances, not be in diametrical opposition to liber- ality of mind ; but he who games for the express purpose of improving his circumstances must be an idiot, if he does not sometimes recollect that the money lost may be as se- rious a mischief to his neighbour, as the money gained can possibly be a benefit to himself. It is past a question, that he who thus turns his amusement into his business loses the dignity of a man of honour, and puts himself upon a level with the most avaricious and usurious merchant.
Though I was far from having digested a specific plan of enriching myself by these discreditable means, yet the very tumult of my thoughts operated strongly to lead me once more to the gaming-table. I was in no humour to busy myself with my own thoughts ; the calmness of literary discussion, and the polished interchange of wit, which had lately so much delighted me, had now no attraction for my heart ; the turbulence of a scene of high play alone had power to distract my attention from the storm within. I won a second time. I felt the rapidity and intenseness of my contemplations still further accelerated. I will not over again detail what they were. Suffice it to say, that my hopes became more ardent, my conception of the necessity of this resource more impressive, and my alarm lest this last expedient should fail me more tormenting.
The next time I lost half as much as the sum of my winnings. I then proceeded for several days in a nearly regular alternation of gain and loss. This, as soon as the fact unavoidably forced itself upon my mind, only served to render my thoughts more desperate. No, exclaimed I, it was not for this that I entered upon so tormenting a pursuit. It is not for this that I have deserted the learned societies which were lately my delight, and committed my-
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self to a sea of disquiet and anxiety. I came not here, like a boy, for amusement ; or, like one who has heen bred in the lap of ignorance and wealth, to seek a relief from the burden of existence, and to find a stimulus to animate my torpid spirits. Am I then to be for ever baffled ? Am I to cultivate a tract of land, which is to present me nothing in return but unvaried barenness? Am I continually to wind up my passions, and new-string my attention in vain ? Am I a mere instrument to be played upon by endless hopes and fears and tormenting wishes ? Am I to be the sport of events, the fool of promise, always agitated with near ap- proaching good, yet always deluded ?
This frame of mind led me on insensibly to the most extravagant adventures. It threw me in the first place into the hands of notorious gamblers. Men of real property shrunk from the stakes I proposed ; as, though they were in some degree infected with the venom of gaming, their infection was not so deep as mine, nor with my desperation of thought. The players with whom I engaged were for the most part well known to every one but myself, not to be able to pay the sums they played for, if they lost ; nay, this fact might be said in some sense to be known to me as well as the rest, though I obstinately steeled myself against the recollection of it. One evening I won of one of these persons a very large sum, for which I suffered him to play with me upon honour. The consequence was simple. The next morning he took his departure from Paris, and I heard of him no more.
Before this, however, the tide of success had set strongly against me. I had sustained some serious vicissitudes ; and, while I was playing with the wretch I have just men- tioned, my eagerness increased as my good luck began, and I flattered myself that I should now avenge myself of for- tune for some of her late unkindnesses. My anguish — why should I call the thing by a disproportionate and trivial appellation ? — my agony — was by so much the greater, when I found that this person, the very individual who had already stripped me of considerable sums, had disappeared, and left me without the smallest benefit from my imaginary winnings.
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No man who has not felt, can possibly image to himself the tortures of a gamester, of a gamester like me, who played for the improvement of his fortune, who played with the recollection of a wife and children dearer to him than the blood that bubbled through the arteries of his heart, who might be said, like the savages of ancient Germany, to make these relations the stake for which he threw, who saw all my own happiness and all theirs through the long vista of life, depending on the turn of a card ! Hell is but the chimera of priests, to bubble idiots and cowards. What have they invented, to come into competition with what I felt ! Their alternate interchange of flames and ice is but a feeble image of the eternal varieties of hope and fear. All bodily racks and torments are nothing compared with certain states of the human mind. The gamester would be the most pitiable, if he were not the most despi- cable creature that exists. Arrange ten bits of painted paper in a certain order, and he is ready to go wild with the extravagance of his joy. He is only restrained by some remains of shame, from dancing about the room, and displaying the vileness of his spirit by every sort of freak and absurdity. At another time, when his hopes have been gradually worked up into a paroxysm, an unexpected turn arrives, and he is made the most miserable of men. Never shall I cease to recollect the sensation I have repeat- edly felt, in the instantaneous sinking of the spirits, the conscious fire that spread over my visage, the anger in my eye, the burning dryness of my throat, the sentiment that in a moment was ready to overwhelm with curses the cards, the stake, my own existence, and all mankind. How every malignant and insufferable passion seemed to rush upon my soul ! What nights of dreadful solitude and despair did I j-epeatedly pass during the progress of my ruin ! It was the night of the soul ! My mind was wrapped in a gloom that could not be pierced ! My heart was oppressed with a weight that no power human or divine was equal to remove ! My eyelids seemed to press downward with an invincible burden ! My eyeballs were ready to start and crack their sockets ! I lay motionless, the victim of in- effable horror ! The whole endless night seemed to be
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filled with one vast, appalling, immovable idea ! It was a stupor, more insupportable and tremendous than the utmost whirl of pain, or the fiercest agony of exquisite per- ception !
One day that my mind was in a state of excessive an- guish and remorse (I had already contrived by this infernal means to dispossess myself of the half of my property), my son came unexpectedly into my chamber. For some time I had scarcely ever seen him : such is a gamester ! All the night, while he slept, I was engaged in these haunts of demons. All the day, while he was awake, and studying with his masters, or amusing himself, I was in my bed- chamber, endeavouring to court a few broken hours of sleep. When, notwithstanding the opposition of our habits, I had the opportunity of seeing him, I rather shunned to use, than sought to embrace it.- The sight of him had a savour of bitterness in it, that more than balanced all the solace of natural affection. It brought before me the image of his mother and his sisters ; it presented to my soul a frightful tale of deserted duties ; it was more galling and envenomed than the sting of scorpions.
Starting at the sound of the opening door, I called out abruptly, and with some harshness, " Who is there? What do you want ?"
" It is I, sir/' replied the boy ; " it is Charles, come to pay his duty to you ! "
' f I do not want you now ; you should not come, but when you know I am at leisure," answered I somewhat disturbed.
" Very well, sir ; very well : I am going." As he spoke his voice seemed suffocated with tears. He was on the point of shutting the door, and leaving me to myself.
' ( Charles ! " said I, not well knowing what it was I in- tended to do.
He returned.
' c Come here, my dear boy ! "
I took his hand, I drew him between my knees, I hid my face in his neck, I shook with the violence of my emo- tion.
" Go, go, boy : you perceive I cannot talk to you."
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I pushed him gently from me.
" Papa!" cried he, "I do not like to leave you. I know I am but a boy, and can be but of little use to you. If mamma were with you, I would not be troublesome. I should cry when I saw you were grieved, but I would ask no questions, and would leave you, because you desired it. I hope you have not had any bad news ?"
" No, my boy, no. Come to me to-morrow, and I will be at leisure, and will talk a great deal to you."
" Ah, papa, to-morrow ! Every day that I did not see you, I thought it would be to-morrow ! And there was one to-morrow, and another to-morrow, and so many, that it seemed as if you had forgotten to speak to me at all."
you that to-morrow you shall see me as long as you please."
" Well, well, I will wait ! But do then let it be all day! I will not go to college, and it shall be a holiday. Papa, I do not like my lessons half so well as I did, since I have neither you nor mamma that I can tell what they are about."
" Good-bye, Charles ! Be a good boy ! remember to- morrow ! Good-bye ! "
" Papa ! now I am sure you look a good deal better than you did at first. Let me tell you something about the lesson I read this morning. It was a story of Zaleucus the Locrian, who put out one of his own eyes, that he might preserve eye-sight to his son."
This artless story, thus innocently introduced, cut me to the soul. I started in my chair, and hid my face upon the table.
" Papa, what is the matter ? Indeed you frighten me !"
1 ' Zaleucus was a father ! What then am I ? "
(t Yes, Zaleucus was very good indeed ! But, do you know, his son was very naughty. It was his disobedience and wickednes that made him liable to such a punishment. I would not for the world be like Zaleucus's son. I hope, papa, you will never suffer from my wilfulness. You shall not, papa, indeed, indeed ! "
I caught the boy in my arms. " No, you are very good ! you are too good ! I cannot bear it ! "
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" Well, papa,, I wish I were able to show you that I love you as well as ever Zaleucus loved his son I"
I was melted with the ingenuousness of the boy's ex- pression. I quitted him. I paced up and down the room. Suddenly, as if by paroxysm of insanity, I seized my child by the arm, I seated myself, I drew him towards me, I put my eye upon him.
" Boy, how dare you talk to me of Zaleucus ? Do you mean to insinuate a reproach ? Do I not discharge a fa- ther's duty ? If I do not, know, urchin, I will not be in- sulted by my child !"
The boy was astonished. He burst into tears, and was silent.
I was moved by his evident distress. " No, child, you have no father. I am afraid you have not. You do not know my baseness. You do not know that I am the dead- liest foe you have in the world."
" Dear papa, do not talk thus ! Do not I know that you are the best of men ? Do not I love you and mamma better than every body else put together ? "
te Well, Charles," cried I, endeavouring to compose my- self, " we will talk no more now. Did not I tell you, you should not come to me but when you knew it was a proper time ? I hope you will never have reason to hate me."
" I never will hate you, papa, do to me what you will Tr
He saw I wished to be alone, and left me.