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Nathan Dane Urner Stop! A Handy Monitor, Pocket Conscience and Portable Guardian against the World…

Young man, are you hesitating in the choice of a vocation? A reference to the admonitions under this head in “Stop” may be the means of your becoming a Millionaire, a Police Magistrate 5 or an ornament to society. Are you in love, or willing to be? A consultation of the advice at your command may place you in such hobnobbing, soul-wedded relations with the rosy god as shall cause you to charm, to captivate, and finally to wrest the rapt, responsive throb from Beauty’s battlemented heart. Are you a driveling idiot in money matters?
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Nathan Dane Urner Stop! A Handy Monitor, Pocket Conscience and Portable Guardian against the World…

Stop before assuming a domineering, Jovian tone toward those with less money than you, even if you have a corner on the market. Men are often like rats in this, that they fight when they are cornered.
Stop when already so deep into a hopeless speculation that you can’t beg or borrow another cent, when certain ruin stares you in the face, and even your pawn-tickets are at a discount.
Source: Gutenberg

Nathan Dane Urner Stop! A Handy Monitor, Pocket Conscience and Portable Guardian against the World…

Stop on the threshold of gambling of every description, and, if already in the 51 toils, shut down on the practice with all the ponderosity at your command.
Stop, moreover, and understand that gambling—the worship of chance—is death to the soul, to faith in human nature, to man’s nobler attributes. In this regard, it is more literally demoralizing than alcoholic drunkenness; and there is yet to be found the veteran professional gambler who is not a materialistic atheist.
Stop, once more, and remember that every man who will play cards for money, will in time, cheat.
Source: Gutenberg

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