Crossing Swords In The House.

A-way back in tne seventies, auring the famous deadlock fight on the civil rights bill, the question of the adjournment of congress was under discussion one Satnrday afternoon. Ben Butler, that bom wit, had stepped over to Sam Randall's desk for a private consultation. Butler favored a Sunday session, while Randall opposed it vigorously. "Bad as I am, I have some respect for God 's day, " eaid the famous high tariff champion, "and I don't think it right to hold a session on the Sabbath. " "Oh, pshaw!" responded Butler. "Doesu't the Bible say that it is lawful to pull your ox or ass out of the pit on che Sabbath day? You have 73 asses on your side of this house that I want to get out of this ditch tomorrow, and I think I am eugaged in a holy work. " "Don't do it, Butler," pleaded Randall. "I have some respect for you that I don't want to lose. I expect some day to meet you in a better world. " "But you'll be there, as you are here," retorted the sly Benjamin, quick as a flash, "a member of the lower house. '