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Last week, the Queen was touring a hospital in Edinburgh, Scotland. They took her to one floor and as she shook hands with one of the patients, he sat up in his bed and said, "O MY Luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June."
"That's nice," said Her Majesty a bit nonplussed and moved on to the next bed.
"FLOW gently, sweet Afton! among thy green braes," the dour old Scotsman said emotionally as the queen took his hand. "Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream."
The Queen smiled politely and nodded and moved quickly on.
At the third bed the man leaped to his feet atop the bed and began waving a bedpan dramatically over his head. "SCOTS, wha hae wi’ WALLACE bled, Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led," he shouted as orderlies dragged him down and began to tie him down with padded restraints. "Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie!" he shouted after the retreating monarch.
"Is this the mental ward?" she asked the hospital administrator who was giving the tour.
That awful power, the public opinion of a nation, is created in America by a horde of ignorant, self-complacent simpletons who failed at ditching and shoe-making and fetched up in journalism on their way to the poorhouse. -Mark Twain