WINDSOR CASLE.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume XI, Issue 1319, 21 June 1883, Page 4

WINDSOR CASLE.

The following good story comes from a quarter where we are assuied 11 its correctness can be vouched for." Many years ago, at the time of a great ceremony, Windsor Castle was honored with the presence of three sovereigns. After breakfast the three potentates walked and talked on the celebrated “ Slopes,” and were, of course, in mufti. They were delighted with the grounds, and presently entered into conversation with a gardener, who evidently took them for a party of “gentlemen’s gentlemen ” out for a stroll. After some little affable talk, he could not resist the query, “ Now, who may you gents be ?” “ Well,” said the spokesman, “this gentleman here happens to be the King of Prussia; that one itanding by your side is the Emperor of Austria; and as for myself I am the Emperor of Russia.” This was carrying the joke too far, thought the gardener. “ I’ve seen a lot of queer iurrin gents here lately, but this beats me,” and he burst out in a rather rustic guffaw. •• Well, my friend,” eaid the Emperor Nicholas “you seem amused; perhaps you will teil us who you are ?” “ Oh, certainly and taking up the skirt of his coat with the action of a great eagle spreading out his wings, and spinning round on hie heels, he said, ’* If you are all what you say you are— why lam the Great Mogul!' The three Majesties roared with laughter, and, returning to the Castle, told the story at the luncheon table, to the immense amusement of the Queen and Princo Albert, —“ London Society.”