twelve o'clock
But my mental career has been lurid with experiences such as kill and damn . I shall not recount them here -- some of them are written and ready for publication elsewhere . The object of these lines is to explain to whomsoever may be interested that my death is voluntary -- my own act . I shall die at twelve o'clock on the night of the 15th of July -- a significant anniversary to me , for it was on that day , and at that hour , that my friend in time and eternity , Charles Breede , performed his vow to me by the same act which his fidelity to our pledge now entails upon me . He took his life in his little house in the Copeton woods . There was the customary verdict of ` temporary insanity . ' Had I testified at that inquest -- had I told all I knew , they would have called _ me _ mad ! ''