Satisfied with an honourable and unenvied reputation, he gave up the dream of that higher fame which he clearly saw was denied to his aspirations--and maintained his good-humour with the world, though in his secret soul he thought it was very wrong in its literary caprices.

Cleveland never married: he lived partly in town, but principally at Temple Grove, a villa not far from Richmond.

Here, with an excellent library, beautiful grounds, and a circle of attached and admiring friends, which comprised all the more refined and intellectual members of what is termed, by emphasis, _Good Society_--this accomplished and elegant person passed a life perhaps much happier than he would have known had his young visions been fulfilled, and it had become his stormy fate to lead the rebellious and fierce Democracy of Letters.
Cleveland was indeed, if not a man of high and original genius, at least very superior to the generality of patrician authors.

In retiring, himself, from frequent exercise in the arena, he gave up his mind with renewed zest to the thoughts and masterpieces of others.

From a well-read man, he became a deeply instructed one.