"No; I never have; and it's well for him; though, bless the Lord! I hope I could find in my heart _now_ to forgive him. But if I had ever come across him, before I met with you, brother B----;" (addressing a grave senior of the party who received the compliment with impenetrable gravity;) "I guess it would not have been so well for him." "Do you think you would know him again, if you were to see him?" said my companion. "It's a long time ago," said he, "but I think I should. He was a mighty fierce little fellow, and had a monstrous blustering way of talking." "Was he any thing like me?" said the stranger, in a low but hissing tone. The man started, and so did we all, and gazed on the querist. In my life, I never saw such a change in any human face. The pale cheek was flushed, the calm eye glowed with intolerable fierceness, and every feature worked with loathing. But he commanded his voice, though the curl of his lip disclosed the full length of one eye tooth, and he again said, "look at me. Am not I the man?" "I do not know that you are," replied the other doggedly, and trying in vain to lift his eye to that which glared upon him. "I do not know that you are?" muttered he. "Where is he? where is he," screamed a female voice; "let _me_ see him. _I'll_ know him, bless his heart! _I'll_ know him any where in the world." Saying this, our landlady rushed into the circle, and stood among us, while we all rose to our feet. She looked eagerly around. Her eye rested a moment on the stranger's face; and in the next instant her arms were about his neck, and her head on his bosom, where she shed a torrent of tears. I need not add, that the subject of the Landlord's tale, was the very incident which my companion had related on the road. He soon made his escape, cowed and chop-fallen; and the poor woman bustled about, to give us the best the house afforded, occasionally wiping her eyes, or stopping for a moment to gaze mutely and sadly on the generous stranger, who had protected her when deserted by him who lay in her bosom. The grave brethren looked, as became them, quite scandalized, at this strange scene. It was therefore promptly explained to them; but the explanation dissipated nothing of the gloom of their countenances. Their manner to the poor woman was still cold and displeased, and they seemed to forget her husband's fault, in their horror at having seen her throw herself into the arms of a stranger. For my part, I thought the case of the good Samaritan in point, and could not help believing, that he who had decided that, would pronounce that her grateful affection had been bestowed where it was due. We are permitted by RICHARD RANDOLPH, ESQ. to publish the following extract, from a Journal kept by his father, the late _David Meade Randolph_, when a Student at _William & Mary College_ in 1779 under the patronage of PROFESSOR ANDREWS. It is a curious anecdote and will be read with interest. WASHINGTON'S BIRTH NIGHT.