A boat ascending the Ohio river was hailed by another boat, when the following dialogue ensued:-- “What boat is that?” “The Cherry_stone_.” “Whence came you?” “From Red_stone_.” “Where are you bound to?” “Lime_stone_.” “Who is your captain?” “Thomas _Stone_.” “What are you loaded with?” “Mill_stones_ and grind_stones_.” “You are a _hard_ set to be sure; take care you don’t go to the bottom. Farewell.” The above reminds us of another, and, perhaps, more original joke, of which we supply a new edition:--Two ships meeting, the following dialogue ensued:--“What ship is that?” “The _Dam_.” ”Whence came you?“ ”From Amster_dam_.” “Where are you bound to?” “To Rotter_dam_.” “What is your captain’s name?” “Pots_dam_.” “What is your cargo?” “_Dam_sons and _Dam_ask.” “How goes it with you?” “In the last gale much _dam_age.” “What news?” “The _dams_ of Holland overflowed.” “You are,” concluded the interrogating tar, “a _d---d set_; so _d----n_ your eyes, sheer off!” RIGHT DIVINE. Among the few highly favoured individuals who were included in the select evening parties of George the Fourth, while at the Pavilion, Brighton, was the facetious Rev. J. Wright. On one occasion, the king hinted to his brother, the Duke of York, some intention he had of doing a particular act, to which the duke dissented: his majesty referred to the D.D.; on which the reverend jocularly observed, “The King can do no wrong.” “Then,” said his majesty, “Fred, I shall pursue my object; for you hear I have _Wright Divine_ on my side.” AN OLD BEARD. Eric Rosenkrantz, who visited England in the reign of Charles I., from a motive of curiosity, was, in 1652, sent hither on an extraordinary embassy from the court of Denmark. Cromwell, who considered Rosenkrantz as a young minister without experience, asked him, whether there were many such forward geniuses among the Danes, who were qualified to manage the arduous affairs of state before their beards were grown. Rosenkrantz, who had occasion for all his temper and discretion not to say too much or too little upon the attack, replied, with an admirable firmness, “Sir, my beard, though it be young, is, however, older than your republic.” The protector, from this smart reply, conceived a different opinion of him, and treated him with much higher regard. LORD LOUGHBOROUGH. Lord Loughborough rallying a physician one day, on the inefficacy of his prescriptions, the doctor said, he defied any of his patients to find fault with him. “That,” answered the witty lord, “is exactly what Jack Ketch says.” NATIONAL PARADOXES. Somebody once remarked that the Englishman is never happy but when he is miserable; the Scotchman is never at home but when he is abroad; and the Irishman is never at peace but when he is fighting. A HARD RUN.