CHAPTER X.MORE RUNS OF LUCK.
I am not going to entertain my readers with an account of my professional career as a gamester, any more than I did with anecdotes of my life as a military man.

I might fill volumes with tales of this kind were I so minded; but at this rate, my recital would not be brought to a conclusion for years, and who knows how soon I may be called upon to stop?
I have gout, rheumatism, gravel, and a disordered liver.

I have two or three wounds in my body, which break out every now and then, and give me intolerable pain, and a hundred more signs of breaking up.
Such are the effects of time, illness, and free-living, upon one of the strongest constitutions and finest forms the world ever saw.

Ah! I suffered from none of these ills in the year '66, when there was no man in Europe more gay in spirits, more splendid in personal accomplishments, than young Redmond Barry.
Before the treachery of the scoundrel Pippi, I had visited many of the best Courts of Europe; especially the smaller ones, where play was patronised, and the professors of that science always welcome.

Among the ecclesiastical principalities of the Rhine we were particularly well received.