Mr. BROOKS called the hooks and ayes on the corsets. Mr. SCHENCK opposed the call. He had found a simple tape much preferable. He wished a coffer-dam might be put upon the roaring BROOKS. Somebody at this point brought up a contested election case; but Mr. LOGAN objected to its being considered. What, he asked, was the use of wasting time? There was money in the tariff. There was no money at all in voting a Democrat out, and a Republican in. They could do that any day in five minutes. His friend Mr. BUTLER had recently remarked, one Democrat more or less made no difference. But Mr. BUTLER forgot that the larger the majority, the larger the divisor for spoils, and therefore the smaller the quotient and the "dividend." He did not know much about arithmetic. He had never been at West Point; but he believed that a million dollars, for instance, would go further and fare worse among two hundred men than among three. If the House were not careful, there would be a glut of Republicans in it, and the shares would be pitifully meagre. As for him, he had a great mind, (derisive cheers)--he repeated, that he had a great mind to vote for a Democrat next time. In spite of Mr. LOGAN'S warning, the House voted in a couple or so of Republicans, and then resumed the duty on wool. Mr. Cox thought this wool had been pulled over the eyes of the house often enough. It reminded him of an expedition, of which Mr. LOGAN had never heard, in search of a "Golden Fleece." Mr. JENCKES, and Mr. SCHENCK, and Mr. KELLEY called him to order in behalf of their constituents, who were in the wool business, and said that "wool" in one form or another had always been the staple of their political career. Mr. BUTLER said he had a little game worth two of that. He wanted to buy San Domingo. In this there were plenty of commissions, and hundreds of thousands of colored votes. * * * * * FIFTEENTH AMENDMENT. ALDERMANIC RECEPTION UP-TOWN. CAESAR, walk in! Ah POMPEY! how d'e do? This way, CLEM! Gentlemen, please walk right through! GEORGE, how's your mother? Fine day, PETE--fine day! Well, how are things down there at Oyster Bay? Ah AUNTIE! how's your rheumatiz, this spring? Well, Mr. JOHNSON, did you try that sling? Why, this is Uncle STEVE! How-do-you-do. Uncle? Sit down. What can I do for you? Well, Mr. PRINCE! You must be busy, now. Whitewashing is the best thing done, I vow! Why, hel-lo! REGIS! From the Cape so soon? When do you open, this year--first of June? Come, gentlemen--some wine? Now, don't refuse! What! temperate? teetotal? Well, that's news! And good news, too! Well, coffee, then. You see, My friends, the _sentiment's_ the thing with me. The real Mocha, AUNTIE! Simon pure! Raised by free Arabs. For I can't endure A single thing that's flavored with a Wrong! Yes, AUNTIE, you are right, I've "come out strong!"