'A wounded spirit who can bear!'" He looked with envy, as he wandered through the country, upon the birds in the trees, the hares in the preserves, and the fishes in the streams.
They were happy in their brief existence, and their death was but a sleep.

He felt himself alienated from God, a discord in the harmonies of the universe.

The very rooks which fluttered around the old church spire seemed more worthy of the Creator's love and care than himself.

A vision of the infernal fire, like that glimpse of hell which was afforded to Christian by the Shepherds, was continually before him, with its "rumbling noise, and the cry of some tormented, and the scent of brimstone." Whithersoever he went, the glare of it scorched him, and its dreadful sound was in his ears.

His vivid but disturbed imagination lent new terrors to the awful figures by which the sacred writers conveyed the idea of future retribution to the Oriental mind.