He shuddered aghast at his own creations, and earth and heaven alike seemed black with the everlasting wrath.

These symptoms completely baffled and perplexed Cleveland.

He knew not what remedy to administer--and to his unspeakable grief and surprise he found that Ernest, in the true spirit of his strange bigotry, began to regard Cleveland--the amiable, the benevolent Cleveland--as one no less out of the pale of grace than himself.

His elegant pursuits, his cheerful studies, were considered by the young but stern enthusiast as the miserable recreations of Mammon and the world.
There seemed every probability that Ernest Maltravers would die in a madhouse or, at best, succeed to the delusions without the cheerful intervals of Cowper..