The collisions between Mr. Clay and Randolph in Congress and out of it, are well known to the public. The following circumstance, however, has seldom been quoted. When the Missouri Compromise question was before Congress, and the fury of the contending parties had broken down almost every barrier of order and decency, Mr. Randolph, much excited, approaching Mr. Clay, said: "Mr. Speaker, I wish you would leave the House. I will follow you to Kentucky, or any where else in the world." Mr. Clay regarded him with one of his most searching looks for an instant; and then replied, in an under-tone: "Mr. Randolph, your proposition is an exceedingly serious one, and demands most serious consideration. Be kind enough to call at my room to-morrow morning, and we will deliberate over it together." Mr. Randolph called punctually at the moment; they talked long upon the much-agitated subject, without coming to any agreement, and Mr. Randolph arose to leave. "Mr. Randolph," said Mr. Clay, as the former was about stepping from the house, "with your permission, I will embrace the present occasion to observe, that your language and deportment on the floor of the House, it has occurred to me, were rather indecorous and ungentlemanly, on several occasions, and very annoying, indeed, to me; for, being in the chair, I had no opportunity of replying." While admitting that this might, perhaps, be so, Mr. Randolph excused it, on the ground of Mr. Clay's inattention to his remarks, and asking for a pinch of snuff while he was addressing him, &c, &c. Mr. Clay, in reply, said: "Oh, you are certainly mistaken, Mr. Randolph, if you think I do not listen to you. I frequently turn away my head, it is true, and ask for a pinch of snuff; still, I hear every thing you say, although I may _seem_ to hear nothing; and, retentive as I know your memory to be, I will wager that I can repeat as many of your speeches as you yourself can!" "Well," answered Randolph, "I don't know but I _am_ mistaken; and suppose we drop the matter, shake hands, and become good friends again?" "Agreed!" said Mr. Clay, extending his hand, which was cordially grasped by Mr. Randolph. During the same session, and some time before this interview, Mr. Randolph accosted Mr. Clay with a look and manner much agitated, and exhibited to him a letter, couched in very abusive terms, threatening to cowhide him, &c., and asked Mr. Clay's advice as to the course he should pursue in relation to it. "What caused the writer to send you such an insulting epistle, Mr. Randolph?" asked Mr. Clay. "Why, I suppose," said Randolph, "it was in consequence of what I said to him the other day." "What _did_ you say?"