An English Pug only six weeks old
To a wealthy lady one day was sold
For _sixty-five dollars_. Bless me! no!
Yes, yes, my dears, it was really so.
To learn good manners this Pug was sent
To an excellent school on the Continent,
Where the price per quarter you'd never guess
Was _twenty dollars_! No more nor less.
And when the lady made up her mind
To cross the ocean, nor leave behind
Her pug-nosed pet, on the famous ship
She paid _twelve dollars_ for doggy's trip.
Arrived at New York, she went straightway
To the "Windsor," paying _a dollar a day_
For the pup that needed especial care,
And must be fed on the choicest fare.
But this terrible climate soon began
To tell on the pug-nosed Englishman,
Who had to be sent with haste emphatic
To an M. D., whose patients are all dog-matic.
But he died, alas! and the doctor's bill
Was _thirty dollars_. And if you will
Take the trouble to count these figures up,
You'll find 'twas a pretty expensive pup.
[Illustration: A GAME OF LACROSSE AT THE POLO GROUND, NEW YORK CITY,
OCTOBER 24, 1881.--DRAWN BY W. ST. JOHN HARPER.]