The Native American

We are happy to learn, from so good authority as the New York Evening Star, that (speaking of the "Native Americans," American stock is looking up, and will soon be at a premium.

The very best stock in the world. We should like to know from the Star what demand there is for it in that market, as we are about to try it soon, having been prevented from executing our intention to do so hitherto from considerations which we could not forego.

We insert the communication of our fair correspondent, with pleasure; in the first place, because we generally agree with her in her views; and secondly, because we know that she is one of the first of her sex in all those attributes of education and talent, to which from the inmost depths of our heart, we give our reverence. We do not wonder at her finding fault with the article on Queen Victoria in Saturday's paper, and the Editor whose name sounds as if he was born in the "Old Dominion" (dear state of his ancestors), feels it a duty he owes to that sex who constitute his bliss, to say that to other hands than his must be attributed the article in question. Associated with us (we take the liberty to speak of our friend) in the conduct of this paper, is a gentleman whose name stands with our own at the head of these columns, distinguished for his perfect devotion to liberty and his country, and not less distinguished for his high-toned sentiments of reverence to the gentler sex, (Dr. T. D. Jones.) How he came to write the article upon the Queen of England, is easily imagined; and when understood, we are sure that his countrywomen will appreciate that gallantry which no titled woman upon earth could abstract from the ladies of his own, his native land. The Queen of England was viewed by him merely as the puppet of that glittering pageantry, the idol set up to worship by the rich and noble, and not as the beautiful flower blooming upon the highest summit of England's heart. He did not view her as the representative of her sex, but as the representative of the same people over whom the hunchback Richard ruled; and against the passion of our own people, which seemed lately to grow into adoration for royalty, was his emphatic and nervous pen directed. Against woman in the abstract he would not rebel—against her, his heart and mind would never concoct conspiracy—but his nature would bow down in all its stern and manly fibres to do her honor.

We individually would not have said what he did of that Queen of eighteen summers—that young mistress of million hearts—that grand keystone to the arch of British love and law—but would have viewed her as the embodied hope of English nationality, in whose behalf the coronation, the greatest event of modern times, when viewed in its different important bearings, was got up. The feudality of Europe is setting to the great ocean of common right, and we would not distract its flow and to the kingdoms of the earth there is an especial guide, with which it would be sacrilege in us to interfere. Let, then, the bright gem of British chivalry, that Queen of Victory, go on her path rejoicing: let her unsullied fame cast its reflection upon the hearts of her people at home, and in the Indies East, and our prayer is, that her crown may not press heavily either upon her own brows or those of her people.