The belief that even his sister has deserted him, and gone over to his enemies, adds to his sublimity of feelings, and his confidence in divine approbation and future recompense.
"Let him be undeceived in this respect, and what floods of despair and of horror will overwhelm him! Instead of glowing approbation and serene hope, will he not hate and torture himself?
Self-violence, or a phrenzy far more savage and destructive than this, may be expected to succeed.

I beseech you, therefore, to relinquish this scheme.

If you calmly reflect upon it, you will discover that your duty lies in carefully shunning him." Mr.Cambridge's reasonings suggested views to my understanding, that had not hitherto occurred.

I could not but admit their validity, but they shewed, in a new light, the depth of that misfortune in which my brother was plunged.

I was silent and irresolute.
Presently, I considered, that whether Wieland was a maniac, a faithful servant of his God, the victim of hellish illusions, or the dupe of human imposture, was by no means certain.