The following advertisement appeared some little time since in
the columns of a daily contemporary:--
To those who have not time to give their dogs sufficient
exercise in London.--A Lady, experienced, would EXERCISE DOGS
in the Park. Terms, one hour daily, 5s. a week; two hours, 7s.
6d.--Address, &c.
[Illustration]
Listen to this, _Rover_, my hound!
This passes expectation!
A "Lady Guide," who'll trot you round
For scant remuneration!
When pain and anguish wring my brow
Because I'm doomed to hark
To your "Why-not-go-out?" bow-wow,
_She_'ll take you to the Park!
Cometh this ministering sprite,
Smiling upon us meekly,
And says, "I'll make your burden light
For seven-and-sixpence weekly."
They talk of "woman's sphere," when sole,
Her hemisphere, when mated;
But surely here she's reached the goal
For which she was created!
She'll _chaperon_ you down the Row,
With silken cord she'll lead
Your footsteps where the flowerets blow,--
A "lucky dog," indeed!
She'll win your love by bits of cake,
She'll let you bark, or growl,
And fight with other dogs, and make
War on the water-fowl.
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