The small oft-loaded pipe, of ancient moulding, The brazen box that held the well-loved weed; Who shall forget who once was graced by holding In friendship's clasp the hand now still indeed? Farewell, great artist, comrade staunch and loyal! Few simpler lives our feverish age hath seen. Could pomp high-pinnacled, or trappings royal, Add honour to the memory of CHARLES KEENE? * * * * * [Illustration: GOBLIN TRANSFORMATION SCENE FROM THE IRISH EXTRAVAGANZA OF THE O'RIP VAN WINKLE. _Where the Home-Ruler of Butt's time awakes to find all the would-be dic-taters suddenly become mere mushrooms._] * * * * * THE SHAH (LEFEVRE) AND THE SULTAN. [Illustration] Over a series of weeks preceding Christmas, Europe was disturbed by rumours of a momentous interview reported to have taken place on the banks of the unsuspecting Bosphorus. One of the parties to the conference was his Imperial Majesty the SULTAN. The other was an English Statesman, the trusted counsellor of an Ex-Premier, and believed in family circles to be the real author of some of his supreme measures. The naturally retiring disposition of the Statesman in question, and his inviolable reticence in respect of any matter concerning himself, made it difficult to arrive at the truth. Doubtless the stupendous event--the possible consequences of which on European affairs Time will work out--would have remained for ever hidden but for the ruthless action of "the London Correspondents of various provincial papers, who gave in their London letters more or less inaccurate reports of the event." How they came to know anything about it admits of only one conclusion. _The SULTAN must have told them_. The event was too important to be left to this haphazard kind of record, and, accordingly, the _Speaker_ has been favoured with a narrative of what took place, the signature disclosing the fact that the other party to the interview was the SHAH LEFEVRE.