Nursed amid her noise, her crowds, her beloved smoke, what have I been doing all my life, if I have not lent out my heart with usury to such scenes! I am, Sir, your faithful servant, A LONDONER.
ON BURIAL SOCIETIES; AND THE CHARACTER OF AN UNDERTAKER.
* * * * * TO THE EDITOR OF "THE REFLECTOR." Mr.Reflector,--I was amused the other day with having the following notice thrust into my hand by a man who gives out bills at the corner of Fleet Market.

Whether he saw any prognostics about me, that made him judge such notice seasonable, I cannot say; I might perhaps carry in a countenance (naturally not very florid) traces of a fever which had not long left me.

Those fellows have a good instinctive way of guessing at the sort of people that are likeliest to pay attention to their papers.
"BURIAL SOCIETY.
"A favorable opportunity now offers to any person, of either sex, who would wish to be buried in a genteel manner, by paying one shilling entrance, and twopence per week for the benefit of the stock.

Members to be free in six months.

The money to be paid at Mr.Middleton's, at the sign of the _First_ and the _Last_, Stonecutter's Street, Fleet Market.