The Life-Assurance Agent’s Appeal. Tune—Ally Croker . Come now, my friend, and do not stare, But listen to my strain a bit ; I wish to make you just aware Of something for your benefit : As yet, you say, upon your life You have not got a policy ; ’Tis downright treason to your wife ; I wish you would your folly see, And think of life-insurance, The uses of insurance ; O think of the uncertainty Of life and health’s endurance ! Our office is for soundness known, The Steadfast Perpendicular ; And when you would be choosing one, You can’t be too particular. Our ’cumulated fund appears Increasing at a steady rate ; A bonus every seven years, And yet our premiums moderate. Then think upon insurance, The use of life-insurance ; Remember the uncertainty Of life and health’s endurance ! You’re twenty-seven next birthday ; You ne’er had epilepsy, sir, Insanity, gout, hernia, Consumption, or dyspepsy, sir. Your medical attendant says, You’re come of healthy parentage ; You’re lived in Britain all your days, And are of your apparent age : Then oh, my friend, insurance, Think, think of life-insurance ; O think of the uncertainty Of life and health’s endurance ! Your present state of health is good, With healthy occupation, sir ; Your well-formed bellows-chest has stood The doctor’s auscultation, sir ; No hazard in your way of life ; You’re neither lag nor cripple, sir ; Last year you took yourself a wife, But have not ta’en to tipple, sir ; A model for insurance, Most fit for life-insurance ; Oh, if you’ll not cast in your lot, You’ll vex me past endurance ! Pray, don’t forget, though healthy yet, You’re subject to mortality ; The life of man we only can Foretell in the totality. The first year’s premium being paid, You may demise to-morrow, sir, And then your widow will not need To either beg or borrow, sir : She’s saved by life-insurance, By noble life-insurance ; She’s clad and fed by what you did While life had still endurance. But say you’ve got a policy, Or even more than one of ’em, You may another take with me— You’ll thrive beneath a ton of ’em ! One ought to add a thousand pounds, Each new responsibility ; It is a duty has no bounds, Save just a man’s ability : Then oh, once more, insurance, Think well of life-insurance ; Remember the uncertainty Of life and health ’s endurance ! Long, long ago there was a cove, Who called himself knight-errant, sir, Who, as the Ladies’ Friend, did rove, Protecting them from Tyrant, sir ; But, ladies, I’m your best friend now, As good as any lover t’ ye, For all my object’s to endow, And save you, dears, from Poverty : Then oh, my dears, insurance, Cry loud for life-insurance : If husbands not cast in their lot, Declare them past endurance !