A rRur STORY oF OLD TIMEs.
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During the revolutionary war, when the British were cruising on the coasts, using every favorable opportunity of landing to destroy property, the militia kept themselves in constant readiness to meet any eaereen- cy. A large company was organized at nlanomet Ponds village seven. miles from.Plymouth. They had frequent train- ings, and were often heard to wish for an opportunity of measuring bayonets with John Bull. About this time crew ot Mar blehead fishermen landed at Manemet one fine morning to wash out cargo of cod. A boy residing in the vicinity, spled them standing in the water m their red shirts, and almost dead with fright, ran to the house of the redoubtable Capt. B., informing him that regiment of red coats were pa- raded on the beach. The captain imme- diately sent his drummers and messengers through the neighborhood, and III fifteen minutes the whole sqaud was under arms.

 The gallant Captain harangued his fellow soldiers; he told them that they were nov

 to fight not only for tbeir lives, but for all which makes life desirable !; for their sweet hearts, their homes. their wives and chil- dren. "Now," said he, is q golden op- portunity. Let us show the world the courage and bravery of the people of Ma nonlet Ponds, and posterity shall rise up