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cut my political iugularl IA hearty laugh,

 and all eyes turned on Mir. Pickens. who

 laughed tool

 We have been told, sir, by the gentleman

 from Virginia, Mr. Robertson, that we are

 not 10 leglslate for posterity. This reminds

 me of debate in the Irish Parliament

 some member. equally fortunate, had uttered

 tne same unwlse doctrine. He was called to

 account m the severest manner. The Irish-

 man rose to explain" Mister, Speaker, by

 postherity did not mane our ancistors. bit the gineration that immediately succaded thim, and hence say that as postheritv can do no good to us, let postherity take care of itself" The gentleman's reasons for not le- gislating for posterity are equally lucid with those of the Irishman. Here the laughter

 became so loud, and continued so long, that

 MT. Johnson caught the infection, and laugh ed too.1

 This same gentleman tells us, sir, of his vo- \ ting for the bill brought in, in 1884, by Gen.

 Gordon. I sat, MT. Chairman, when the ayes and noes on that bill were taken, just

 where our distinguished Senator now sits.- MT. Webster was sitting on the platform on the left of the Chairman. All eyes were turned towards him. He blushed to the eyes pretty good for lawyer! was philos- ophising. Some members turned pale some red-some fidgeted-some were silent,

 anu SOAAO WdlASu OuI OI LuS rouse, when thelF names were called. But the old hardened sinners, the regular green bag politicians ne- yer blenched or blushed. They voted with all the sang froid of the Indian. Among the latter, noticed my able friend, the member from Virginia, Mir. Robertson. TConvulsed laughter. MT. R. blushed this time.1

 He talks, MT. Chairman, of divorce. Why, sir, he tried to marry the people to this same measure in 1884. It was skeleton then, he says. Now have no love for skeletons.- How is it that his love has cooled down when the Chairman of the Committee of Ways and Means has given his skeleton flesh, blood, fair proportions and beauty? He is now op- posed to the Sub- Treasury measure-then, he was for it. Was it because the gcntle- man, being scarce of flesh and blood himself, felt sympathy towards Gen. Gordon's bo- ny skeleton! MT. R. is very thin.] For- fend me from such nuptials! ' Poor Robert son looked as if he could shoot Johnson.- Laughter louder than ever.7

 Mir. Johnson continued one hour and a half in this felicitous strain, exposing the ya- nity, folly, ignorance and rascality of the po- liticians on the floor of the House. I have given you the marrow of his discourse. He wound up by showing the disastrous effects of MT. Calhoun's amendment upon the pro- ductive labor of the country.

 Winter.-As winter approaches, there are great signs of suffering all over the city, Hundreds and hundreds of houses are but poorly supplied with fuel to meet the frost, and snow, and ice of rigid winter. Labor is not in demand. The laborer seeks in vain for employ. His hands are ready, but they find little or nothing to do. Provisions, bread- stuffs, and all the necessaries of life, promise us but little relief as to price, when winter closes the river and canal. Suffering, actual present suffering, thus not only stares the poor in the tace,-but suffering, stern, frightful sufering, with aggravated horrors, is hover lous city. Hunger even now staggers in our streets. The pale sunken eye of unexagge- rated affliction, meets us at every corner.- Beggafs, little and big, children and women, and men even, with all their pride, throng our streets. No door but feels the beggar's rap. No house but that is entered with an appeal to charity. Trained, mechanical beggary, the usual vice of great city, of course, meets our eyes--but timid, shrinking trembling pov- erty invokes us too. The mother sends forth her tidy-dressed child. The widow makes her appeal in pathos that touches the heart. { The child prays you, in Gods name, to save a starving parent at home. The wretched domicile, the more wretched bed, the group | by the scanty fire-side-sickness, and all its calamities in train-these are the visions which now haunt us in many streets l of our city, and invoke our aid. The "go a. enter the Aims House," the city l has provided for you,"-the usual opium of an awakened conscience, or the often just re- ply, we can use no longer. The Aims Hous- es afford no refuge for the multitude of the poor. They must beg, or die in the streets. ! They must invoke charity, or become the victims of inhumanity by our doors, or on l our sidewalks. The fact is, then, the city l must do something more. The population ] must arouse in a mass. Charity must awa- ken to the discharge of its august duty. Man must think of his fellow man.-N. Y. Erpr. l

 NEW YORK, Nov. 27.

 Destructire Fire-Yesterday morning, be- tween four and five o'clock, a fire was dis covered in the basement of the Unitarian | Church, on the corner of Prince and Mercer streets, under the charge of the Rev. Dr. Dew ey. The alarm was given as rapidly us pos- 1 sible, considering the broken state of the Hall l bell. and the firemen repaired promptly to l the spot, but notwithstanding every exertion was made nothing was saved, and the whole l beautiful interior of the building became | prey to the flames. The greatest exertions were made to save the organ and beautiful chandeliers, but the persons engaged in that attempt were driven off by the flames, which had crept up between the walls and burst out through the ceiling, under the roof. The or- gan, which was one of the best in this city, was built in Boston by Mir. Hook, expressly for the church, and was only put up five weeks ago, at an expense of $S,5OO, and it was in- sured for $SyOOO at the Merchants office, in this city: The building was insured in the