His auditors are not so fortunate in the way of dress. Of all colors, from jet black to chocolate-brown, they are clad in all sorts of costumes, only alike in raggedness and squalor. This is the Black Senate, which has met for business to-night, in this den, two stories under ground. Its deliberations, in point of decorum, may well compare with some other senates,--one in especial, where 'Liar!' is occasionally called, fisticuffs exchanged, knives and pistols drawn; and it embraces representatives from all parts of the Union. Whether, like another senate, it has its dramatic characters,--its low clown, melodramatic ruffians, genteel comedian, and high tragedy hero, remains to be seen. The very black gentleman, by the packing-box--book in one hand and paper and pencil before him--is the speaker of the house. It is our old acquaintance "ROYAL BILL," lately from South Carolina. "The genelman frum Varginny hab de floor," said the speaker, with true parliamentary politeness. The gentleman from Virginia was a six-foot mulatto, dressed in a ragged coat and trowsers of iron gray. As he rose there was an evident sensation; white teeth were shown, and "Go in nigga!" uttered encouragingly by more than one of the colored congressmen. "Dis nigga rise to de point ob ordah. Dis nigga am taught a great many tings by philosopy. One day, in de 'baccy field, dis nigga says to hisself, says he. 'Dat are pig b'longs to massa, so does dis nigga. Dis nigga kill dat pig un eat 'um--dat be stealin'? Lordy Moses--no! It only be puttin' one ting dat b'longs to massa into anoder ting dat also b'longs to massa:'--dat's philosopy--" "S'pose de nigga be caught?" interrupted a colored gentleman, lighting his pipe at the red-hot stove. "_Dat_ wouldn't be philosopy," responded the gentleman from Virginia. "It ain't philosopy to be caught. On de contrary it am dam foolishness." A murmur of assent pervaded the place. "Soh, reasonin' from de pig, dis nigga wor taught by philosopy to tink a great deal--to tink berry much;--and soh, one day de nigga got a kind o' absen' minded, and walked off, and _forgot to come back_.--Dis nigga actooaly did." "Dat _wor_ philosopy!" said a voice. "An' as de nigga is in bad health, he am on his way to Canada, whar de climate am good for nigga's pulmonaries. An' fur fear de nigga mought hurt people's feelin', he trabels by night; an' fur fear he mought be axed questi'n which 'ud trubble him to ansaw, he carries dese sartificats--" He showed his certificates--a revolving pistol and a knife. And each one of the colored congressmen produced certificates of a similar character from their rags. "Lor', philosopy am a dam good ting!" "Don't sweah, nigga!--behabe yesself!" "Read us nudder won ob dem good chap'er from de Bible, Mistaw Speakaw," cried a dark gentleman, addressing old Royal.-"'_Ehud, I hab a message from God to dee!_' Yah-hah-hah!"