["Lady CARLISLE is training an entire staff of women
gardeners, who, she hopes, will keep the grounds of her
Yorkshire home in as perfect a condition as their male
predecessors have done."--_Pall Mall Gazette._]
Come into the garden, MAUD,
Why has not the grass been mown?
Come into the garden, MAUD,
Those seeds have never been sown;
I fear you've been taking your walks abroad--
You blush like a rose full-blown.
When the early snail first moves,
Before the sun is on high,
Beginning to gnaw the leaves he loves
On the beds, you should always try
To pick him off with your garden gloves,
And stamp on him--he must die.
You can't touch snails? Let that pass,
I will smash each one in his shell;
But when it rains you can roll the grass,
When dry can water it well.
You say you can't wet your boots--alas!--
Nor work when it's warm, _ma belle_?
And yet your wages you claim;
I should like to know what you do.
In truth I can't bear to blame
Such a sweet pretty girl as you;
So stop as my gardener all the same--
I'll be master and workman too.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Rough work should never be done
By delicate hands as white as pearls,
You only began for fun;
So sit, with your parasol over your curls,
Whilst I dig like mad in the sun.
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[Illustration: IMPROVED COSTUME FOR THE METROPOLITAN POLICE DURING THE
GREAT HEAT OF 1893.]
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