It is much the same profession.

Except you are a true sexton, books are but dead bodies to you, and a library nothing but a catacomb!" "You bewilder me!" "That's all right!" A few moments he stood silent.

The woman, moveless as a statue, stood silent also by the coffin-door.
"Upon occasion," said the sexton at length, "it is more convenient to put one's bird-self in front.

Every one, as you ought to know, has a beast-self--and a bird-self, and a stupid fish-self, ay, and a creeping serpent-self too--which it takes a deal of crushing to kill! In truth he has also a tree-self and a crystal-self, and I don't know how many selves more--all to get into harmony.

You can tell what sort a man is by his creature that comes oftenest to the front." He turned to his wife, and I considered him more closely.