Rand jl pli, the cülebrated orator and stategman, was in a tavern lying on a sofa in the parlor waitiig far i-Ho stage to ome to the doar. Á daudified chap tepped into the room with a whip in bis land just coine froni a drive, and, standng beforo the mirror, arranged Eis hair ud collar, quite uueonscioua of the jjrissnee of the gentlemen on the sofa. After attitudinizing a while, he turued to go :it, when Mr. llandolph asked him: - 'Has the stage comer" "Stage, eir, stage!" said the fop, 'Tve nothing to do with it, sir " "Oh ! I beg your pardon," said Randolph, quietly, "I thought you Avero tho drivcr."