Placidity of the Doctor. Compunctious Visitings.

counted out to him some twenty-five or twenty-six thousand dollars, observing, that as soon as the negroes arrived, he would go with his friend to Texas, and that he should remain and amuse himself in the city until his return. He then left C., telling him that he had some business to attend to, and advised him to go and see the Doctor, and that he would call for him as he came back.

The young man called in at the Doctor's room, who was sitting as unconcerned, apparently, as if nothing had happened. C. insisted on his "opening" again. He did so, and C., being now amply supplied with cash, bet large sums on the game, and in a short time found himself loser to the amount of several thousand dollars more, and was very much excited, when T. was heard coming in, who said, "Excuse me, Mr. C., but I wish you to go down to the vessel she has arrived with the

negroes."

Poor C. now began to feel the smart of the gamingtable, and particularly the faro. He now felt how greatly he had erred in not obeying the advice of his parents. He was now no less than twenty thousand dollars loser in the course of a few hours. He had carefully abstained from letting T. know any thing of his losings. He had only one remaining hope, and that was, that he would get the Doctor to play for him, and that perhaps by this means he would win his money back.

The next day he called on the Doctor, and played, and was about seven thousand dollars loser, when T. called, and told him that he was then about going to Texas to deliver the negroes. C. said he would remain in the city until he returned. T. advised him to remove his baggage to the hotel, (it having been at the boat until this time;) this, he said, it would be best for him to

The Fever of Hope.

The Gambler's Maelstroom.

do, as he would have more company at the hotel. He informed Mr. C. that Miss Amelia was going with him, as the trip would probably be of great advantage to her health." But," said T., "I will have your baggage

taken to the North American Hotel, and will call and take dinner with you." He then left C., who returned to the Doctor's room, but did not find him at home, and the servant told him that his master would not be back until three o'clock in the afternoon. C. promenaded the hall of the arcade until two, when he thought he would go to the hotel and bid Mr. T. farewell. When he arrived at the hotel, he found his baggage there, and a card from Mr. T. bidding him farewell, and saying that the boat would leave in a very few minutes, and he might expect to see him again in about three weeks, and requesting that, if he could help it, he would not leave for home until his return from Texas.

C. now felt quite desperate; near thirty thousand dollars out of pocket, and no person in the city, with the exception of the Doctor, with whom he had any acquaintance. He did not eat much dinner, and finally thought that he would again go and try his luck at faro. He went, found the Doctor in his room, and they commenced playing. C. lost, as usual, and thus he continued to lose, until he had not a solitary dollar left. He then offered to bet his watch; this went at a breath. Well," said he to the Doctor, "I am a ruined man, unless you give me a chance to win my money back." "Certainly," replied the Doctor, and then pulled out ten thousand dollars, and told him to bet that. C. played on, but it was not long before the money returned to the pocket of the Doctor. "Well," said he to the young

Hope's last Grasp loosened. - A Surprise.

man, “call on me to-morrow morning, and I will give you a chance."

As may well be supposed, C. returned to the hotel in a most desperate state of mind. His reflections ran back to his worthy old parents, and the situation that he had placed them in, and bitter was the thought, that there was now no way left him by which he could secure them even a comfortable home; and under the influence of these reflections, most sincerely did he wish that he had never left home. The only glimmering hope that remained was, that T. would permit them to live on their old farm the remainder of their days. He called on the Doctor again, but was told that he had left the city. This news nearly distracted his brain. He would visit the room every day as regularly as the day would come, and sit about the door as if he thought that certainly he would soon return. Several days had elapsed, and C. had perhaps not eaten five meals during that time. He then thought that if Mr. T. would return, he would probably assist him. Some ten days had elapsed, and poor C. was walking, as usual, through the arcade, when he received a note by a servant, stating that a lady wished him to call round on Canal Street and see her, as soon as convenient. This he did immediately, and as soon as he arrived, and to his great surprise, whom should he meet but Miss Amelia! For some time they both remained silent; at length Miss Amelia exclaimed: "O," said she, "forgive me, Mr. C., but he is a great villain.” "Who?" said he. "Mr. T.," she replied. "Impossible!" said the young man; "he is the best friend I ever had, and had I taken his advice, I would this day have been a happy man." "Ah!" said she," you are not as well acquainted with T. as I am." She then related