I arose, and going to the window, sat and looked forth, musing upon my dream.

All was hushed as if I were out in the fields, instead of in the heart of a populous city.

Soon came the sound of footsteps, heavy and measured, and the watchman passed on his round of duty.

An humble man was he, forced by necessity into his position, and rarely thought of and little regarded by the many.
There was nothing brilliant about him to attract the eye and extort admiration.

The man and his calling were commonplace.