He steals upon you unawares. You are led to suppose him some distant rela tive whom you have not seen for an age, and you rack your brain to think what his name can be. You offer him a seat, and stammer out that he's " quite a stranger." Suddenly he bursts upon you with the question : " Have you a policy of insur ance upon your life ? » No. Then he stands forth and waves his hands, and hoots, and lugs out from the depths of his numberless pockets batches of papers j aramed full of figures. Your head swims ; you try to tell him you don't want any insurance upon your life. It's no go. He doesn't hear you, and in stentorian tones is demonstrating that a policy is food, raiment, wood, coal — the great desid eratum ofahappy life, -a savings bank pay ing double interest. He tells of Jones, who took a policy in his company, and died five minutes afterward. He shows you a list of names of chaps who were going to take out policies but "pegged out" one day too soon. He tells you that while he ia an agent to obtain members, he is also an authorized examining physician ; upon which he hammers on your back with the knuckles of his great fore- finger, and listens between your shoulders, and grunts and grunts louder. Then he whips out a paper from his pocket and asks you if your father and mother are living or dead ? How long dead 1 which one I How long ? What died of 1 Ever had the measles ? Temp erate or intemperate 1 How long been s<- ? Had the catarrh 1 Any lung difficulty i Fond of flowers ? Ever suffered amputa tion of any limbs 1 Toes ? Wife healthy ? Does she know how to run a sewing machine ? You bellow out that you are busy, and he had better call again. 