You will, therefore, Messrs. Editors, be pleased to inform your correspondent, Mr. Green, that I cordially consent to meet him at the time and place designated by him, for the purpose of debating the gambling question; and the cash which may be taken at the door to be divided between us, if any, after all the expenses are paid, or to be disposed of in such a manner as the committee may deem just and proper.  ’Tis true, I did say in my first communication that I did not care to have any of the money, and I so felt and so thought at that time; but since, I have employed some reflection upon the subject, and, like some of our modern politicians, I have changed.  ’Tis true that money is no part of the motive, but then, as Mr. Polk once expressed himself in regard to the tariff and protection, I am willing that it should come in incidentally.

Now, it falls to my lot to know much more of the history of Mr. Green than any of those who know it only from his own statements and publications.  About four or five years ago, in the city of New York, I became acquainted with a gentleman by the name of Ball, a dealer in ivory; this Mr. B. exhibited a large quantity of Mr. Green’s cheating cards, and said that Mr. Green was largely in his debt, and that his only way to make the debt was to sell those cards, and asked me to buy.  He then took me into another room and exhibited to me some very costly machinery, and certainly the strangest I had ever seen;—­it had been invented by Mr. Green to put a sign on white-back cards, so as to know them by the backs.  He also showed me other stamps invented by Mr. Green.  Now the consummation of this work had cost Mr. Green not only much valuable time, but all the money he could possibly borrow; but, after all, the thing ends in disaster—­the cards don’t sell.  Desperation seizes upon him.  Like Arnold, he now throws his eye over to the other camp, and thinks what might be done in the way of a reward.  He consoles himself with the reflection that he will, at least, be upon the side of virtue:  “I will tell the public that my only motive is to benefit the rising generation, (a profitable thought with Mr. Green, ’the rising generation’); but in order to begin right, I will publish to the world a full history of my life, in which it will devolve upon me to make a confession of my sins.  All, I will disclose to the world; but as to that ponderous machinery at Mr. Ball’s in New York—­I rather think I will skip that.”

Now when poverty pinched the prodigal son, as it did Mr. Green in New York, what was the language of that truly penitent.  Alluding to his old father, he says:  “I will go and tell all I ever done, &c.”  But when Mr. Green resolves to put on a mask of penitence, what is his course?  I will go and tell those good ministers of the gospel, and others, half I ever done, &c., and then take good care to run my hand as deep into their purses as possible.