in my purposeless way. Being out of money, I sought work,

and got it; did my duty faithfully about a year, and was then

given the berth of night watchman yonder in that dead-house

which you visited lately. The place suited my mood. I liked it.

I liked being with the dead--liked being alone with them.

I used to wander among those rigid corpses, and peer into

their austere faces, by the hour. The later the time,

the more impressive it was; I preferred the late time.