Mr. SLOCUM said he hoped it was not unparliamentary to observe that the gentleman who preceded him didn't know what he was talking about. The French staff is larger than our staff. So is the British United Service Club. So is the Irish shillelagh. If the reductions proposed were carried "out," the staff would stick at nothing. The arms of the service might get on without a staff, but how about the legs. * * * * * Allurements of the Period. Novelty and nakedness are the elements to which modern managers of plays and shows chiefly look for success. A new song, the name if which it is unnecessary to give, has brought fresh fame and renewed fortune to the proprietors of a celebrated minstrel theatre. Legs have contributed their might to fill the coffers of some of our leading theatrical managers--legs of the feminine gender, with much display about them, but no drapery. Thus it will be seen that New Ditty in the one case, and Nudity in the other, have taken the great public by the forelock and led it to where the minstrels gesticulate, and the legs and footlights quiver. And now the "lower animals" are touched by the whim of the period, a leading attraction on the bills of the Circus being an equestrian performance with "four naked horses." * * * * * Sartorial. A TAYLOR carried through the Mexican war; a DRAPER writes the history of the civil war. Drapers and Taylors such as these understand how to mend national Breaches. * * * * * A Fatal Technicality. "Wimming" have their rights in Wyoming; but then Wyoming can never become "Woming" Territory. And what's to prevent it? Y, don't you see?--that letter won't let her. * * * * * BROADBRIM TO ABORIGINE. Friend PIEGAN! with the war-paint on thy cheek, I am thy friend; pray listen, then, to me-- Nay, do not scalp me!--may a Friend not speak? Put up thy knife: I draw no knife on thee. Friend PIEGAN! can thee count the forest leaves? For every leaf, thee counts a Pale Face too! Full many strokes the Red Man now receives: But, PIEGAN friend, what can the Red Man do? The Small-Pox and the Fever strike him down; The White Man is his foe: he cannot live! For the Great Spirit tells him, with a frown, All men shall perish that will not forgive! The Pale Face has been here? thy child is killed? But little scales are hanging to thy belt! Say, when thy father's heart with wrath was filled, Did not thee know how thy White Brother felt? Now, PIEGAN friend! thee has enough of war! Bury the hatchet, and thy arrows break; Wait for the Happy Hunting Grounds afar-- A Reservation that they cannot take! The Latest from Albany. 'All--O.K. till December. * * * * * Up and Down. The almost universal cry, "Down with the taxes!" is inconsistent in one sense, because if taxes were Down, they would certainly be extremely light.