My raiment is the coarsest rags.

I have separated from all my friends.

I have had much sickness.

I have the closest captivity.

Death, darkness, poverty, want, all that men most live and long for, are mine to satiety; and yet, as I look back and count the joms of my life to see in how many I have known happiness, I find that in all they amount to just seven! Oh, Atam-or, what a comment is this on the vanity of human life!" To this I had no answer ready; but by way of saying something, I offered to kill him on the spot.
"Nay, nay, Atam-or," said he, with a melancholy smile, "do not tempt me.