AN Unworthy Man who had laughed at the woes¹ of a Woman whom he
loved, was bewailing his indiscretion in sack-cloth-of-gold and
ashes-of-roses, when the Angel of Compassion² looked down upon him,
saying:

  "Poor mortal! - how unblest not to know the wickedness of laughing
at another's misfortune!"

  So saying, he let fall a great tear, which, encountering in its
descent a current of cold air, was congealed³ into a hail-stone. 
This struck the Unworthy Man on the head and set him rubbing that
bruised⁴ organ vigorously with one hand while vainly attempting to
expand an umbrella with the other.

  Thereat the Angel of Compassion did most shamelessly and wickedly
laugh.

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