This man had, as we have seen, that which is called a crank, or a loose screw, according to the fancy of the speaker.

He had conceived the absurd idea of benefiting his fellow-beings, and of turning into that mistaken channel the surplus wealth that was his.

This, moreover, if it please you, without so much as forming himself into a society.
This is an age of societies, and, far from concealing from the left hand the good which the right may be doing, we publish abroad our charities on all hands.

We publish in a stout volume our names and donations.

We even go so far as to cultivate an artificial charity by meat and drink and speeches withal.