Queen Victoria went down to Cowes the other day, on
purpose to receive from the hands of a special messenger an unusual gift. This was no less than the returned Resolute of Sir Edward Bel- cher's squadron ; which, abandoned by his orders, had drifted for months ainid the ice, had fallen into the hands of some lucky whalers of Connecticut, and, purchased by the American Govern- ment and Congress, had been restored to its original state, and sent back to the British Sovereign. Captain Hartstein was the messenger, and. he did his spiriting spiritedly; telling the Queen that the gift was a token of friendship for the Sovereign, and of love, admiration, and respect for herself personally. Will Prince Albert admit to his bosom the green-eyed monster, born of this courting by the great Republic ? As if not to spoil the taste of his courtly mission by vulgarer sport, or not to compromise him- self in political matters, Captain Hartstein is off again, on the plea of haste,—although the excessive speed of his course before the Westerly gales should have made him and his crew a free gift of at least ten days extra. But Hartstein is evidently a man who knows how to steer his OQUPER- and.-keeg his reckoning whether in a squall or iitttlin set of ¤t:. •
