The weekly Columbian. [volume] (Columbia, Tuolumne Co., Cal.) 1856-1???, 1856-11-22

There are some old stories that never grow
stale; they are SO good that we can bear their
frequent REPETITION. and welcome them with as
hearty laugh as when we first heard them
We pity person who cannot laugh at a good
old ioke-such a man would be very likely to
cut good old friend. We pity man who can
sit at circus without any relaxation OF the
facial muscles while the clown is performing
the same pranks and uttering the same jests
which delighted his grandfather. Mr.. Hardcas
ties staple story was cold Grouse in the gun
room" and yet often as was repeated, we are
led to infer that it enjoyed fabulous success.
When he is marshaling his servants for the dig
nifed reception of his expected guests, he says:
''If | happen to say good thing, or tell
good story. at the table, you must all burst out
laughing, as if you made part of the compa
n.y." "Then, ecod p answers Diggory your
worship must tell the story of old Grouse
in the gun-room;' can't help laughing at that
he he he for the soul of me. We have
laughed at that these twenty years. Ha ha.
har
Who objects to hearing for the thousandth
time the story of the Irishman riding who,
when his horse caught his hind foot in the stir
rup. dsmounted, saying, "If you're to get on.
I'll get off, for. be Jabers won't ride double!"
Or that other gentleman" who sat in his sad
die, immovable under pelting shower. be-
cause he was waiting for it to clear up. These
genuine old things have flavor of fun that en-
sures their perennial bloom.
What story that is of Sheridan's going out
to shoot with Mr.. Coke Irish gamekeeper, at
Norfolk, and missing every shot, while his
good-natured companion found ready excuse
for every failure At the first shot, all the birds
got away. when the gamckeeper exclaimed
more powder to your honor! Did you see
one little fellow drop his leg as he went OFF,
The second shot was no more lucky. but the
consolation this time was. 'Tare an ayers
there they go. But didn't your honor hear the
shot rattle among them like pase again win
dey! They'll pray never to see your honor
again on this side of the country" Shot 3D.
birds all off AGAIN.: Blood an ouns but
they've caught it!' (After watching them
awhile). There is three wounded anyhow, for
they had hardly stringth to fly over yonder
hedge; the devil wink of sleep they'll get this
blessed night Shot 4th. "a pheasant gets
away; "Well, never seen a poor gentlemin
taken like him; he'll remember your honor ma
ny a long day for that. The spalpeen is carry
ing away more shot than would sit up an iron
monger at Skibbereen." Shot 5th. "a snipe
gets on: Bother. you may cry crake, my
fine fellow: you may take your long bill to the
other world. You II wake tomorrow morning
with lumbago in your soft head" Poor Sher-
""' SOu'V 's"ii' 'ui" no i"oEel, 'ut SftsI II ),
couutrynlan fee for his Ingenuity, and proceed
ed on his beat alone.
Child like old stories, even though they don't
like old toys. They repertory of the nursery is
very limited. and yet no child is tired of hear
ing over again the tale of the adventurous COW
that dumped over the moon:' or that fearful
narrative of the children who met with an I'M
timely fate in consequence of '.sliding on the
ice all of summers day" We. children of
larger growth, should learn wisdom from the
Juveniles, aud not be ever craving after. literary
and humarous novelty. There is nothing new
under the sun; we should learn TO cherish what
is good, rather than crave after what is new
old Jokes. old customs.