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BUFFALO BILL AT WINDSOR.

THE Queen having expressed her wish to the Chum to Potentates that the Wild West Show should appear before Her Majesty at Windsor Castle, you correspondent escorted taht body into the royal presence on Tuesday last.
A large audience of Nobles had assembled to do honor to the aristocratic redmen of the far West, and the Royal Maroon Band played "Lo, the Conquering Hero Comes," as the tribes bowed their respects to Her Majesty. The braves in honor of the occasion wore a new coat of of paint and the regulartion three feathers in their back hair--a costume which was at once effective and gentlemanly, if, as an old authority on dress has said, "A gentleman's dress is never conspicuous."
A large space in front of the castle had been cleared for the performance, and after a light luncheon Mr. Nate Salsbury mounted a pedestal from which the statue of William the Conqueror had been temporarily removed, and explained to Her Majesty that the Comanche tribe from the suburbed of Boston, would now see how near they would come to running over Prince Battenberg without really hurting him.

This was followed by an exhibition at shooting, when Buffalo Bill shot the Koh-i-noor out of the Queen's Spring crown seven times running, much to the delight of her Majesty and the wonder of the assembled Nobles.
Several cow-ladies were then introduced, giving the British aristocracy a fair imitation of high life in New York city. The Queen was much surprised at the refined way in which American ladies do their shopping on bucking ponies, and when one of the young ladiese with auburn hair showed with what facility American girls use their firearms when their young gentleman friends decline to take them to the opera, the royal family was nearly carried away with delight.
At the request of Chum Mr. Buffalo Bill gave a graphic representation of New York's first familites on their way to church. The old camp wagon was brought out and Mr. Cody disguised as Mr. Vanastorbilt, stepped up on the box and started the horses off. Grace Church was represented by a canvas tent, and Fourteenth Street was shown by a pole stuck in the ground. The Queen could hardly restrain herself when the team ran away, and the nimble Buffalo Bill, tying a lasso around his waist, stopped them by casting the noose over a stump on which were growing some wistaria vines and which was supposed to represent a lamp-post. Her Majesty had heard of Mr. Vanastorbilt, but never supposed he was so clever a man.

Then as the carriage neared Fourteenth Street, the low, ominous war-cry of the Sioux Indians was heard, arid the faithful picture of Ne wYork life that then followed, with its awful butchery and bellowing of buffaloes on Union Square, needs no description for you readers who have grown so familiar with it in the daily round of life. Suffice it to say that the British aristocracy fairly yelled with joy as Mr. Vanastorbilt slew file after file of the attacking party, losing only his scalop and four children in the melee.

The exhibition was closed by a pastoral scene showing how the Indians and whites live peacefully together in Philadelphia, with an allegorical tableau at the end, showing a six-foot Comanche labeled William Penn, standing beside a small four-inch stage sword, the significance of which her Majesty immediately percieved, for as she left the grounds she spoke of the pathetic rendering of the old proverb, "The Comanche is mightier than the dagger."

In return for the pleasure he had given her, Buffalo Bill and "Potato-Faced-Charley" were invested with the Order of