["Some time ago HER MAJESTY inquired after Mrs. KEELEY, and
was informed that she was well and in her ninetieth year.
The QUEEN expressed a wish to see her, and Colonel COLLINS
arranged for Mrs. KEELEY to have the honour of being received
at Buckingham Palace yesterday afternoon, when she was
presented to HER MAJESTY. The welcome given to the gifted
lady, who so wonderfully preserves her health, intelligence,
and vivacity, was most graceful and cordial; and the QUEEN was
pleased to recall to mind several interesting incidents of the
past."--_Daily Telegraph, Thursday, March 7._]
Oh, when I was a little Eton boy,
With a heigho! I need not explain,
"The KEELEYS" were a wondrous joy,
For they _were_ so droll in every play.
But now I am at mid estate,
With a heigho! I need not explain,
Here's Mrs. KEELEY _tête-à-tête_
With our Gracious Queen VIC-TO-RI-A.
No _Betsy Baker_ ere like you!
With a smile, smirk, I need not explain!
That rascal, gay _Jack Sheppard_, too,
With a "_Nix, my dolly! fake away!_"
I've seen you dance and heard you sing
With a sly eye, I need not explain,
How well you acted everything
In whatever part you chose to play!
That you're about and well we know,
With a Hooray! a cheer once again!
And may you long continue so,
Till the curtain falls and ends the play.
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"Heard in Court."
_Counsel._ Now tell me, while you were standing as you say just in
front of the defendant, did anything remarkable strike you?
_Pat._ It did, Sorr.
_Counsel._ And what was that?
_Pat._ His fist.
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