Volume 107 — LINES IN PLEASANT PLACES.

If I were—Jack, and you were—Jill, Our waltz of some few minutes back Perchance had been a "frightful thrill"— If you were Jill, and I were Jack! If I were Jack (that's—So-and-So), Of smiles your face would know no lack; That you were stretched on boredom's rack You would not do your best to show, If I were Jack. If you were Jill (that's—Somebody), I should not find "the work" up-hill; No treading conversation's mill— Floor, music, theatres—wearily, If you were Jill. If you were Jill, and I were Jack, A kinder light your eyes would fill, And I should not look glum and black If I were—Jack, and you were—Jill!