A mighty spin, and we arrive at Nightmare Abbey (1818), Chapter 11. 

MR. HILARY.

I will say, too, that the highest wisdom and the highest genius have been invariably accompanied with cheerfulness. We have sufficient proofs on record, that Shakespeare and Socrates were the most festive of companions. But now the little wisdom and genius we have, seem to be entering into a conspiracy against cheerfulness.

MR. TOOBAD.

How can we be cheerful with the devil among us?

THE HONORABLE MR. LISTLESS. 

How can we be cheerful when our nerves are shattered?

MR. FLOSKY. 

How can we be cheerful, when we are surrounded by a reading public, that is growing too wise for its betters?

SCYTHROP. 

How can we be cheerful when our great general designs are crossed every moment by our little particular passions?

MR. CYPRESS. 

How can we be cheerful in the midst of disappointment and despair?

MR. GLOWRY.

Let us all be unhappy together.