LOOSE LOYALTY.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1180, 16 September 1885, Page 4

LOOSE LOYALTY.

This is Low some Home papers write of royalty : — On Thursday night the " Evening Standard " announced, from an official authority, that notwithstanding the crisis, Her Majesty would not shorten her stay on the Deeside. This was a decided mistake on the part of those who advise Her Majesty as to her movements. Eortunately, on Friday morning the Court Circular gave a flat contradiction, to the official authority, and announced Her Majesty's earlier return m consequence of the political crisis. This is as it should be. don't get too much QueeD, bat we want just Queen enough. " After the opera was over " Mr GHadstonfMnet the Bishop' of Sodor and Man outside the House. Said the Grand Old Man to the grand old Sodor and Man, " Well, bishop, I'm chucked again, you see. The drink interest was too strong.tor us. We're defunct." " Ah, I see," replied the bishop with a merry twinkle in his eye, You're defunct, and you're carried out on your beer." An hour later the Premier was discussing the contents of a tin of preserved lobster in a stone recess on Westminister Bridge, where he was found hy Lord Granville, who was looking for a quiet corner in which to salt and butter a hot potato which he had purchased at the adjacent stall. "Well, Grarmlle, deaT boy," exclaimed the Prime Minister, "I'm glad I'm out of it ! I've been overtaxing my energies for months." "My dear William," replied the earl you could have stood the tax on your energies, but the public wouldn't stand the tax on their Bpirits. " H'm," grunted the Premier, " and so I'm slung out ! " " Yes," repliod the Earl, " You've had the gin sling this time." Then the Earl gave the Premier half a potato for a bit of tinned lobster, and the two great statesmen went on their homeward way, merrily trolling " Outside Lizer." Only twice did they stop ; once to ram tbe baked potato skin into Lord Salisbury's letter box, and once to tie the empty lobster to Lord Salisbury's knocker. On the G-lad-stonian doorstep they parted with many a fervent hand-shake, and the next morning the Grand Old Man wrote a postcard to Her Majesty to say that in consequence of a cold in the head and a bad attack of indigestion he was unable to come to Her Majesty, and so perhaps Her Majesty would kindly come to him. And, the postcard Dot bringing an immediate reply, the Prime Minister telegraphed : " Does your Majesty accept my resignation ?" And the reply came from the Highlands couched in these remarkable words : "No ; I'll see you at Balmoral first." — " London Eeferee."