O Shah!

It is said that the easiest way to housfclean a palace in which his dark skinned majesty, the shah of Persia, has been been visiting, is to set fire to it and burn it down. It is furthermore said that when he has had enough of any course at a grand dinner he hurla the remains of it, dish and all, under the table. There is nothing small about the tshah of Persia, He scorns to use a piece of tableware the second time, it seems. But this pleasing custom of his plays havoc with the ancestral china, with its coat of arms, which has been for so long aruong the most costly treasures of the dukes and earls and "markisses" of the British nobility. 1 Nevertheless, goit, Xasr-ed-Din! Shock the stony, staring British mati-on to the marrow of her bones. It will do her good. "I ain aware already that one horse can travel f aster than another," said his majesty, with great dignity, when invited to witness a horse race. He thought an attempt was to be made to teach him something, and resented it accordingly. There was only thing that did astonish him in the whole round of entertainments the royalties of Europe prepared for him. Thia, with gentle pride we mention it, was the whistling of that jolly and pretty American woman, Alice Shaw. No wonder! Alice Shaw could whistlea scowl off the brow of Olympiaa Jove himself. But it is on the woman question that this original and independent thinker comes out 6trongest. When he visited Europe ten years ago he said confidentially to Emperor William at Berlin one day: "Why don't you send away that ugly oíd Augusta and get a young and pretty wife?" Fancy tho old emperor's feelings! "Get mo another lot of women, I'vo seen all these before," Nasred-Din remarked tho other day to the Prince of Wales, who had invited the same princesses and duchessc3 to meet him the second time. Being introduced to one of tliem, he told her bluntly that Bhe was "too oíd." Finally, when ho is dressed in his best togs, his majesty is worth over a million dollars as he stands, owing to the gorgeous jowels lie piasters all over himselt', Success to you, Nasr-ed-Din!