text:  I have known a man die in the very effort of triumphant chuckling over his unfortunate neighbours by his successful fraud and over-reaching; yet perhaps this man's conscience was only dead as to any sense of right and wrong in this particular line; very possibly he had "compunctious visitings" about "mint and cumine"--and oh! human inconsistency some such have been known to found hospitals--some spark of conscience working its way into the very rottenness of their hearts that like tinder have let out all their kindred and latent fire till that moment invisible all but _in posse_ non-existent