The native American., 1838-03-03
!; bridge. Have you not many reasons to feel

priuge. IiaVe you not many reasons 10 1eel
happy!'
Yes, certainly, dear mamma, more particular
ly on account of your indulgent kindness-I ami
notungratetul, believe me- And here she caughtl
her mothers hand fondly, and pressed it to her
forehead to conceal her emotion--perhaps to hide
a tear which just started from her moist eyelid.
! fear,' she added, i ought to be ashamed of
my folly But such wonderful changes! in so
short time too. What happiness! Yesterday
child, private person--,o-day woman, and
the world at her feet. o dear. 0 dear! how
|envy her?'
'Ambitionr muttered Mr.. Weybridge to himself.
who, my own sweet, do you envy!' eagerly
asked the mother.
'Whor said the astonished father, slamming
the door in violent passion as he made his
exit, why, it's the Queen
'She won't have anything TO do with you To
ries or Conservatives, or whatever you choose.
TO call yourselves. So heard master say to Sir
Richard. You know Sir Richard had been plas-
tering her over pretty thick in the house; but IT
won't do--out they all go, she's resolved on it,
So spoke Mr. John Brush, confidential servant of
awell-known politician and parliament man; John,
though he wore livery, was an eager politician,
yet, like his master, of doubtful complexion, and
rather considered trimmer. There's Lady
Mulberry he resumed, Mistress of the robes;
and my Lord Aldermanbury, master of the horse;
and Earl Musqwa, the grand radical, made a
grand cross. ms
| But interposed my Lord Finsbury's man.
sOffO Uoce, what do you say as to her refusing
to have a review, eh? The Lord Lamb wished
it prodigiously; and Lord Dove, after consulting
the police, assured her it was quite safe. Riddle
me that Brush
i will, my Finsn said John, Familiarity That
was all because they would no allow her to ride
the high horse there, you see., Jim Grow made
a great hit, we all know; but Ducrow would
have made much greater, If he could have
saddled her on the right horse. Such pran-
Ger. l am told. She, God bless her sweet facet
had set her young heart on it. So their refusal
nearly kicked up precious rumpus among the
dons. For says she, flat to their teeth, 1Well
my lords, no horse-no review!'
| who the deuce, said the housekeeper, who
was casting up her accounts for the week, and
had, in consequence of their interruption blum
dered already twice or thrice in the pence CO.
lumn; who the deuce are you both talking about?
Who! replied the politician, 'the Queen, of
course a.
i Lady Betty Jermyn made call at her aunt's,
the Duchess of BIS. The family is ancient
their politics, for a century, Tory. The young
lady, just appointed maid of honor, sports no
equipage. Her aunt is considerate, and pro-
yides her with one when she visits. Lady Betty
called there in the Duchesss own private car
lrage at her grace's own door. The wel-bred
footman affected not to know their own fellow
servants on The box, being pro tenn. the coach
man and footman of the maid of honor. Such
are the miracles wrought by fashion! beneath
whose influence the rude granite of vulgar as
sumes the smoothness and polish of Parian marble.
In high spirits the lady bounds up the great
staircase, and caught in the arms of her aunt,
is kissed, and congratulated on her appointment.
Fresh from the precincts Of the palace, she pours
into eager ears anecdote upon anecdote with the
nGiUef< and charming volubility of an agreeable
rattle. Her spirited pictures glow, and the pre-
dominant tint is gratitude. The Duke enters, un-
bends, and catching the grateful contagion, scraws
a line to assure the prime minister that he will
contribute to the support of her Majesty's go
vernment in all just and necessary measures Of
reform; that he can influence both the members
Tor B---shire, his own county; that Lady Bet
! tvs brother, late Conservative, is now con-
vert; and that the borough on his own es-
tate shall (underscored) return none but no.
mlnees OF the ministry. So many patriotic re-
solves, SO many happy faces, sensation with
in the dreamy chambers of gorgeous castle of
Incidence? To whom are they attributable? To
our young Queen. And yet these are but a
few OF the instances we would adduce of the
effects, both moral and physical, produced by
the accession of our illustrious lady Of grace to
the throne of her ancestors. In every rank of
society her influence is already experienced. Our
wives look confidently forward to happier DAYS
than ever; and docile husbands, that used to
sneak home to early tea, toss high the tankard
nightly at the ale-house to her health, and in
sultingly ask the advocates for male dominion
whether we are any the worse for living under
pethcoat government AT the elections, too, the
candidates, Whig, Tory, and Radical, have all
associated with their claims to support the sacred
name Of our youthful Queen. Her accession
has had salutary effect on the temper of the
times, and calmcd, as with oil, the wild waves
OF party fury. Out of respect to her tender age,
rage for adolescence pervades all ranks. Never
were there witnessed so many ederly.young gen
tlemen about town. Who has occasioned such al
run upon Truefit, and given such activity to the
whig trade! Who has induced so many grave
statesmen to exchange their grey hairs for am
brosial curls, and the prime minister to dress
young again: Who sends the whole town out of
town to toll up that steep, SO nearly fatal to loyal