Victoria at the Show.

Buffalo Bill’s Wild-West Show has met with a tremendous triumph in London, and people of all conditions, ages, and sizes have rushed to see it. The Prince of Wales set the fashion by attending the first performance, and by lavishing smiles of approval upon Minnewaha, the alleged Indian princess, who is advertised as the daughter of a fiery, untamed Sioux chief named Drink-Heart’s-Blood, but who is really the seventh child of an Omaha journeyman tailor. When this young woman gets on her paint and feathers and wampum and things, she really presents a very aboriginal appearance; and we do not wonder that she sells over seventy dollars’ worth of bead bags to the British noblemen per diem. At the breakfast-table the other morning, Queen Victoria announced that she was going to the show that afternoon: she had heard Wales talking about it, and she proposed to take it in on her own account. So she went, and had a charming time. That evening Col. James Russell Lowell called upon her, and she asked him if he had been to see Buffalo Bill yet.

“No, queen,” answered the colonel; “but I 243passed through his town on my way to Chicago last winter.”

“Well, now, do you know,” said her majesty frankly, “that I suspected as much to-day when I was talking with one of the Indian ladies. She was very strangely dressed, and was really very homely. I invited her into my presence, and asked her how she thought our people compared with American civilization. Then I asked, ‘Did you ever read any of Col. Lowell’s poems?’ and when she said, ‘Humph! me no read—me heap kill,’ I just made up my mind that she couldn’t have very much social standing at home.”

“Pardon me, queen,” said Col. Lowell, “if I remain dumb on this subject. The lady to whom you refer may be a member of the Chicago Union League Club; and that, you know, is a very delicate matter with me.”