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THE GAME OF LIFE;©r, Oratlj among tfje Cricftetera.

When men are in a moralizing strain,And gravely talk about the brittle stuff'Of which poor human life is made,'Tis ten to one,That, ere they've done,They shake their heads, and make this sage reflection:That Life is transitory, fleeting, vain—

A very bubble!With pleasures few and brief—but as for pain,And care, and trouble,There's more than quantum suff. —Nay, quite enoughTo make the stoutest heart afraid,And cloud the merriest -visage with dejection!

And then, what dismal stories are invented

About this " vale of woe"—Zounds ! 'twere enough to make one discontented,

Whether one would, or no!