ERNEST L. ROZE wore a nobby scotch cassimer soot. She carried a cane and wore her hair parted in the middle. Mrs. RUBE PHENTON--MARTHY WRITE--O'LIMPING BROWN--SARY FILLEO--Mrs. DEXTER NOLTON--LILLY DEVERS BLAKE--SARY HALLEK--FEBEE CAREY, and other prominent Fireside agitaters and Herthstun depopulaters, were becominly araid, and did gustise to their tailors. PHREDRICK DOUGLIS, a firey broonet from Rochester, looked bewitchin' in a _more anteek_ silk dress. A camels hair overskirt hung grasefully over his loins. Peepin' out from beneath his robes, was a delicate little foot, encased in a flesh cullered pair of No. 11 buckskin mocasins. His hair was done up in a 2 bushel waterfall, and was frizzled all over, _a lar Ethiope_. EDWIN A. STUDWELL, of Brooklyn, looked stunnin' in a granny Dean walkin' dress and red cotton umbreller. His back hair was tempestously arranged. A couple of bolony sassiges, in a hily chawed up state, hung pendent from the aft of his gorgeous waterfall, and dangled to his heels, _a lar cheapee John_, When approached by that great captivater of susseptible hearts (?) SOOZAN B. ANTHENY, ED blushed like a red-headed woodpecker, and hid his modesty behind a $4.00 palm leaf fan. STEVE GRISWOLD, DAN KETCHAM and a few other manikins, was dressed accordin' to the prevailin' fashions of the feminin sects. A good cleen shave would have completed their disgize, and folks woulden't have had a suspicion but what they was what they was actin' to be. I was shocked to hear one audacious retch remark: "Them chaps look like a lot of hen-peckt broken furniture." "Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites And show the best of femail spites, So teach that horrid critter, man, We'll swaller him hul, when ere we can." 1ST WITCH. SOOZAN B. was elected chairman. On takin' her seat she said: "My femail friends by birth, and my femail friends by brevet;" "We have convenshed for the purpuss of having our rites redressed----" A voice: "Haden't you better go home and redress yourselves first?" The whole convention was onto their feet in a second, while the chairman fell into her seet and regained her composure, by takin' a good helthy pinch of scotch snuff. Quiet bein' restored, a Mrs. GAGE riz to her feet, and, removin' a chew of tobacker from her mouth, read the follerin' resolutions: Whereas: 2 National Wimmen's Suffrage Circus are industrously plyin' their vocation. Whereas: A effort is afoot to jine 'em together under the same tent. Now be it resolved: We don't perceeve it in them sunbeams. The New York State Suffrage Circus is able to paddle her own stone bote. Bosting to the contrary not-with-out-standin'-up. Resolved finally: We is the original JACOBS, and if Bosting don't like the cut of our Jib, let her lump it. (Grate applaws.) A strange lookin' woman, who wore a swaller tail cote, red the follerin resolutions: