REFSCELL.ANYo

TALE OF THE REVOLUTT0N.
N H~, i04AS" AasS3 110A B3 AAOiIA IltC Il OhCtt for 1880, as we learn from the Spring field Republican, was written by gen tleman of that town who has contribu- ted much 10 elevate the standard of A- merican literaturea-T meaning we pre- sume, the Rev. B. o. Peabody. "The narrative parts of 1t are facts (adds the same paPer) in the life of Mr. Frost, now living in Norway, Me. and brother of Dr. Joshua Frost of this town. Dr. Frost, who was then about nine years of age, was i" the little brother who ran to the meeting house. to carry the tidings of the young proyinciars return from captivity.

 We cannot help here adding an an- eedote related to US by Dr. F. as 1t illus trates so we'll the feeling which prevail cd even among children at the time to which the story relates. His parents lived not many miles from Lexingtoa. :. and on the morning of the memorable f9th of April, when every person capa- ble of. bearing arms had gone to the theatre of action, 1t was feared by the women and small boys, that certain < old tory8 in the neighborhood would communicate such information to the enemy, as would iniure the cause of E berty, or bring destruction upon their heads. Accordingly Br. r. with a num- berof boys of his age, went 10 the house of this tory and Diiiioned him down zifi his bed.-Esser Rec.

 THE YOUNG PROVINCIAL.

 Now father, tell us all about the old gun,@ were the words of one of a num- Der of children, who were seated round the hearth of a New England cottage. The old man sat in an arm chair at one side of the=fire place, and his wife was installed in one of smaller dimensions OH the other. The boys, that they might not disturb the old mans meditation, seemed to keep as much silence as pos sible for individuals of their age; the fire burned high, with sound like that of trumpet, and it's blaze occasionally shone on an old rifle which was suspen- ded horizontally above the mantel.

 $ Willingly, my boys said the old man, apparently animated by his return ing rccollections. It may help to give You an idea of old times. when boys could not stay in their quiet homes like you, but were forced, or rather glad, to do wbat little they could for their coua- l. try. My father lived in TeEksbury, a small town in Middlesex county. We were not generally much interested in the news of the day, but the spirit of re- sistance had then spread to every cot tage in the country. The younger men of our village, following the example of others, had formed themselves into mili- tary bands, who were obliged by the terms of their association to be ready to march at Q moments warning, and were, therefore, called Minute Men. Per haps, if you accent the last syllable of thast word minute, it would better des- cribe a considerable portion ofour num- Der, of whom , was one. l armed my self with that rifle which you see over the mantles though 1t was a weary labor to me to bear it on march, and this. with a sleafhern bag for bullets. and q powderhorn, completed my equipments. We relied more upon the justice of our cause, not to mention our skill in sharp. shooting, than our military discipline, and thence derived courage which was not Q hAle needed; for the name of Regular, was very formidable one to every American ear.

 Having completed our preparations, such as they were, we waited for an op- portunity, which the British were soon expected to afford us. It was under stood that their purpose was to possess themselves of certain military stores at Concord, and a secret arrangement was made with the friends of liberty in Bos- ton, that when they marched out for that purpose, lights should be displayed in certain spires, to alarm the country. One nightin April, after day of unusu- ally hard labor, wewere suddenly star tied with a heavy sound which shook all the windows of the house. Another fol- lowed 1t, and we said in deep and half half hreathiess tones to each other, ( It is the signal gunn l must confess thai my heart beata the sound, and my cheek was cold with dismay; but my father,