going off with a very slight noise, and he can calmly wonder at the anxiety of the passengers. Then, farewell France, welcome back to the shores of Old England, and the adventurous Briton will find himself landed at Victoria Terminus by 7.15 or it may be 7.20, with another ozonised appetite, ready for a dinner _chez lui_,--or _chez_ anybody who'll give him one,--and afterwards, sufficiently tired, neither fagged nor weary, he will be certain of a good sleep at an early hour, and sure to wake in the morning all the better and fresher for his outing and his inn-ing. [N. B.--Fine weather and gentle breeze taken for granted.] * * * * * LINES IN PLEASANT PLACES. IV.--BETWEEN THE DANCES. 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! * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. "A Delightful book," quoth the Baron, "is _David Garrick_, written by my worthy friend, JOSEPH KNIGHT, F.S.A. Let me recommend this work as one to be placed by your reading chair, and to be taken up, as was _Mrs. Gamp's_ bottle, when so dispoged, and oftentimes will you thus enjoy a Knight with GARRICK." One of the most humorous among very many anecdotes in this book is that about BOSWELL going to the SHAKSPEARE Fête costumed as a Corsican, within his pocket a poem he had written for the occasion, and "which," says Mr. KNIGHT simply, "he intended to speak, but the crowd would not suspend its diversions to hear him." That's all: but isn't it delightful! Poor BOZZY!!