“Proceed，”said I.
“I reside in the shameful old graveyard a block or two above you here, in this street-there, now, I just expected that cartilage would let go！-third rib from the bottom, friend, hitch the end of it to my spine with a string, if you have got such a thing about you, though a bit of silver wire is a deal pleasanter, and more durable and becoming, if one keeps it polished-to think of shredding out and going to pieces in this way, just on account of the indifference and neglect of ones posterity！”-and the poor ghost grated his teeth in a way that gave me a wrench and a shiver-for the effect is mightily increased by the absence of muffing fesh and cuticle.“I reside in that oldgraveyard, and have for these thirty years；and I tell you things are changed since I frst laid this old tired frame there, and turned over, and stretched out for a long sleep, with a delicious sense upon me of being done with bother, and grief, and anxiety, and doubt, and fear, forever and ever, and listening with comfortable and increasing satisfaction to the sextons work, from the startling clatter of his frst spadeful on my coffn till it dulled away to the faint patting that shaped the roof of my new home-delicious！My！I wish you could try it tonight！”And out of my reverie deceased fetched me a rattling slap with a bony hand.