Leaf the Nineteenth
The Broken Cent
by John Williams
(A Leaf from a Lawyer’s Note-Book.)
(I am indebted to one of my friends for this incident, as well as for the other two which follow. J.B.)
I never was in a gambling-house but once in my life, and that was many years ago. I might have forgotten the circumstance, had it not been connected with an affair that made an indelible impression on my mind. It was in the year 1844, that professional business called me to the city of Baltimore, in the state of Maryland. I was engaged in a patent case, and expected to be there a week. One of the witnesses in the case was a young man named George Broughton, a particular friend of mine, so that the trip promised to be an agreeable one, as we were to travel and room together, during our absence from home.
It was a beautiful spring day when we started on our journey and reached Baltimore the same evening. We drove to Barnum’s Hotel, and were soon installed in comfortable quarters. After supper, we strolled about the beautiful city; we could but admire its cleanliness, and the picturesque appearance of the streets. I remember very well, we were struck with the view of the city at night, from the elevation on which the Washington Monument is erected. It was a glorious moonlight night, and not a single cloud obscured the blue vault of heaven. Here and there, the sky was dotted with some large star, which shared the glory of the silvery moon. The air was balmy, and the city as calm and still as if we had been in a desert. We sat down on the parapet surrounding the monument, and turned our faces to the south. We both uttered an exclamation of admiration at the same moment. Before us lay no American city, but we were suddenly in Italy’s classic land. There were the minarets, towers, steeples, villas, cupolas and domes… Read More