The hyperbole of bores it is, to bore Congress for a hundred thousand dollars to go to the Pole! If Captain HALL wants adventure, let him travel to the Halls of the MONTEZUMAS. If he wishes only to be left out in the cold, let him go to Chili; or else up in a balloon; or let him make himself Republican candidate for something in New York. We believe the North Pole would rather be let alone. The whole subject is, at all events, too HAYES-y just now to be comprehended. There is a sort of KANE-ine madness, which shows itself not in fear of water but in an insane disposition to do big things on ice. Haul off, Captain HALL! Meteorological Query. Is a temperance lecture synonymous with a Water Spout? THE SPIRIT OF THE NAVY. ITS PORTER. ITS SAILS. _Impressions of an Outsider_. MR. PUNCHINELLO: According to your instructions, your correspondent proceeded to Washington, and there interviewed our present efficient Secretary of the Navy, Admiral PORTER. I found him in his office, surrounded by bills-of-sale of main-tops, carronades, iron-clads, bo'sen's whistles, navy-yards, and other naval articles, the proceeds of which were needed for the future experiments of the Department. These papers were being bound up into bundles and stowed away by his assistant, ROBESON. After the ordinary greetings had passed between the admiral and your correspondent, the following conversation ensued: _Cor_. Admiral, what do you think of the Fifteenth Amendment? _Ad_. All right. When Americans want votes, I say, give 'em to 'em. _Cor_, (_A little apprehensively._) Votes are different from boats, then, admiral? _Ad_. Certainly. What do the negroes want with boats? _Cor_. How are you satisfied, Mr. Secretary, with the plan of always providing you with a civilian as an assistant? _Ad_. I don't like it. Can't help it, though. This one, however, (_pointing his thumb over his shoulder at_ ROBESON,) don't give me much trouble. Quiet man. _Cor_. What do you think of the condition of Cuba, _Ad_. Very nice indeed! Got Admiral POOR out there, cruising around. Just like a picnic, you know. _Cor_. Are you in favor of the recognition of Cuban Independence? _Ad_. No, sir! What's the good? POOR might have to come home, then. _Cor_. You think, then, that recognition would not be a Poor policy? _Ad_. Yes—no! No—yes! Doormat! You know what I mean. _Cor_.(_quickly_.) Oh! yes. Certainly,sir! But what is your opinion upon the woman question? _Ad_. Don't care a snap. Let 'em vote. Won't make a difference 'board ship. _Cor_. You think, then that women will never be sailors, Admiral? _Ad_. Nothing they could do. Except to trim the boats; look out for the mizen sheets or somethg o' that kind. Couldn't expect 'em, even in a calm, to be brisk in manning the yards, much less martingales. _Cor_. What is your opinion, Admiral, of SHERIDAN'S work among the Piegans? _Ad_. (_laughing_). Neat job. How was that for Lo?