Palladium Of Virginia And The Pacific Monitor

Mr. Randolph.—The Washington correspondent of the New York Commercial Advertiser gives the following description of this personage: "Clay and Randolph have had some sharp shooting. The hand of that modern Ishmaelite was yesterday for the first time thrust into the quiver, and some pretty keen arrows whistled from the string. But the western rifle was promptly levelled, and thin as was the mark, the ball hit. Randolph appears, this winter, in a large drab surcoat, with a huge cape to his elbows, and a flat Missouri fur cap; from which his lock of hair, tied with a ribbon, depends conspicuously behind—while two spindle legs appear below, covered with white stockings, and warmed at the bottom with large flannel socks that project three or four inches above the top of his shoes. His mind, his body, his dress, his voice, his argument, his oratory, are all unique—as distinctly marked as would be a real Arab in the Rotundo Coffee house. The moment he rises, the hum that ordinarily prevails through the house, at once subsides—the moment the first note of his shrill pipe is heard there is nothing else to hear."