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DEATHS DOINGS.

LIFE'S ASSURANCE.

Saw you that aged man, whose tottering' feetCould scarce support him to the office door ?He was a Life Assurer ;—and, though poor,

Deposits from his pittance made, to meet

His offspring's need. O happiness complete,When man so dies ! The miser's storeMay serve some idle spendthrift!—seldom more;

Cut competency thus acquir'd is sweet!Sweet 'tis to him who, providently kind,

Protects his wife and children from the blastOf Poverty ;—and oh, how sweet they find

The succour it affords !—such joys will last!—Who blames me, then, for keeping Life's Assurance .'Thro' Death, you see, Life may be worth endurance.

THE ANTIQUARY.

What wild illusions mock their sight,

When Antiquaries poreO'er mouldering relics, day and night,

With patient, plodding lore!—Life's meant for rational enjoyment;

And if, while here below,Man seeks not—finds not—wise employment,

To Davy let him go!