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WEEKLY Almlfs.
Port Townsend. Jefferson County. W. T.
ALL]! WEIR. ‘» . . Editor and Proprietor
liirds oi the Forest.
(Hollow! follow! follow!
Across the pine-roofed hollow,
Song-tinted breakers
0n the wood‘s wild acres;
Knowiugthe mellow rush
U! song is as the flush
()fthe first day that want, ‘
The dreaming, only day, I
Lost in the sobluing awuy I
(if sin and pain. ulna! I
Sweet bird! the blessed place I
In what glad world was set
With glory face to face,
Do you remember yet?
lilo longs their circles trace
Without annoy or (rat;
They seem to interluce
The faintly known and met. I
0! how the world of song
May bloom, and throh, and grow,
Or on the pathway: long
Melodioua overflow!
Through all earth's noise and wrong,
Through all her pain Ind woe,
How sweet, end purely strong,
The tires of bung glow!
The Mysterious Diamonds.
BY swam nuswoo.
A notable woman for decision of char
acler and strictness of discipline. was
“Ma'am” Price,“ she was called, who
taught school in Portland, Me. Polly
Price, her daughter, was an active, bright
girl, whose nimble tongue was always
ready with every and any body.
The school-room was in Mrs. Price's
own house, which stood in Turkey Lane,
so-called from this circumstance: A man
who lived in the street invited the Rev.
Samuel Dean to dine with him and par
take of a turkey. When the parson came,
he found on the table not a choice, two~
legged bi ed, buta Cu )8 Cod turkey—
that is, s hailed salt cod-fish. The_digni
fled selectmen ot‘ the town christened it
Newburg street, but the loss stately peo
ple calls it Turkey Lane and by that name
t was known for more than forty years.
Wheuthe British bombarded Portland,
Ma‘am Price. seeing that Turkey Lauel
was directly in range of their flre,removed i
has household goods to a place of safety.‘
Polly was determined to save'her pig. {
A sea-captain at first assisted her. But
as shot and shell came thick and fast, hel
advised the determined girl to leave the
animal, as it was not worth risking life
for. Polly, however, was obstinate, and
fastening a string to the creature‘s leg,
tried to drive it to Bramhall‘s Hill, a
long mile from Turkey Lane.
The i 3 was as obstinate as Polly was
determined, and the contention between
them delayed their progress. Red-hot
shot whizsed by her, shells fell around
her, and one bursting flung a huge piece
of the earth so nearas to strike the stick
from her hand. But save that pig she
would, and save it she did.
Mrs. Price came to Portland from one
of the West India islands. She was a
woman of culture and decision, and very ‘
strict in her school discipline. If any 1
boy or girl refused to hold up his or ‘
her head, a fork was put under the chin.
You may judge that she allowed no tri- ‘
fling with her commands. i
Some years after the bombardment,the
old lady was obliged to suspend her
school, as the town was threatened with
an epidemic of small-pox. A number of
her scholars—among whom were my
mother and uncles—were inoculated with
small-pox virus and placed in a pest
house. Ma’am Price (in whose experi
ence and judgment the parents trusted,
was employed to take care of them.
It was customary, before the discover
by Jenner, to inoculate a person with
small- xmatterasapreventative ainst
his tsliihg the dfiase. The patieangt was
first put under a strict regimen of diet,
and when the system was properly re
duced, he was inoculated. Being care
fully nursed, the disease wasnot much
more severe than a mild varioloid. A
patient seldom died,and scarcely one was
disfigured by pits.
The young patients over whom Ma‘am
Price watched had long been kept on wa
ter gruel, and were convalescent. Two
of them, Stephen and Hugh McLellen,
moved by a keen appetite, procured,
through friends outside, two lobsters.
All the patients had seated themselves
around the table and were about eating,
when, unexpectedly, Mrs. Price made
her appearance. She peremptorily for~
bade their taking a mouthful of the lob
ster, saying it would kill them. But they
determined to eat, live or die.
Seeing their obstinecy, end as the boys
were lsrge, being unable to prevent their
esting by physical force, she took out
her snufi-box end strewed the yellow
Scotch snufi' it contained over the shell
fish, stirring it with a spoon. The boys
were sngry, but Ms‘sm was calm. and
they cherished no ill-will towards her.
The good ledy‘e house was a resort for
upteins of vessels who hld been acquaint
ed with her end her husband when they
lived in the West Indies. They brought
her rnsny presents of fruits, slielle,conl,
eye-stones snd vanilla-beans. People
troubled with some foreign substance in
their eyes would visit her to have an eye
stone put in to take it out. Old ladies
frequently went to her house for sweet.
scented been: to nt in their smut-boxes.
We children oxen tensed our parents
for permission to carry some presents to
Ml‘sm Price, end were always, rewarded
‘ for our charity. She would put the eye
stuneu in u saucer uf vinegar, and we
\\ ere delighted tn see them crawl nruund,
us it'they were alive. Old pictures. noc
tllemvfit and henutit‘ul shells were shown
tn ua. and Moria-s were tnld nlmut the
West Indies and the pirates. 'l‘amnrinds,
or uuuvu jelly, nrsome other West India
fruit, also cnntrihuted to our happiness.
l mu guing to tell you about a most
singular event in the life of this excellent
wamun.
I (loing one afternoonoluring rece<s,into
‘ her little garden. she picked a “mess of
loans“ in her apron. Returning, she sat
‘down in her school-room and shelled
them. In one of the pods she found
lthrre diamonds. What a talk those dia
‘montls made for the towel People came
from miles around to hear the story and
to look at the diamonds which grew in a.
bemt-yod.
[have quoted the story as it was told
to me. Mrs. Price and Polly ulways de
clured mOst emphatically that the din
tnonds grew in that bean-pod, and I cer
tninly believe the old lady found them
in the pod, as she did. Mrs. Commodore
l’rohle saw her shell out the diamonds,
and so did Mrs. Matthew Cobb,
who lived in the large house on the
eastern corner of High and Free streets.
Mrs. James Deering also confirmed‘
Ma‘um‘s story. ;
That is not all. The very day before?
the old lady died, Miss Sarah Jewett
asked her,—
“Ma'am Price, did you truly shell
those diamonds out of a beau-pod?
Hndn‘t the pod been opened? Was it
whole like the other pods?"
“Bless you, Miss Jewett, how could I
tell. You know folks don‘t look at every
been or pea they shell, except there‘s one
that won’t open easily. I was shelling
and looking at the children to see that
they were all in their seats, when I felt
something hard undet‘ my thumb. I
looked into my lap and there were two
little shining things among the beans,
and another rolled out of the pod under
my thumb when I‘tookitup."
Miss chett had one of the stones set
in a ring,thst is now in possession of Wil
liam Gould, of Windham; John Cnmp~
ball, a relative of Polly's, had another;
but where the third one is I do not know.
When thechild ren carried Ma’am a pres
out, she would frequently take the dia
‘monds out of the cotton in which they
were kept, and let them handle the pre
cious stones, telling at the same time
how she shelled them out of the bean
pod, and how surprised she was. i
I suppose if I don’t spoil this mystery
[shall have a score or more of letters
from my young readers inquiring how
these diamonds come in that pod. This
is not known certainly. What did the
neinhbors think?
Well, my father said that a vessel ar
rived at Portland from Brazil, on board
iof which were several varieties of pre—
cious stones. The master or the vessel
iwas an admirer of Miss Polly, and it was
‘enpposed tha't he stole the diamonds from
‘the precious stones on board the ship,and
‘put them in the bean pod. As he had
stolen them, he did not dare to give them
to Polly, or even tell about them. As
Mrs. Pnce had only a dozen bean vines,
he knew “Polly or her mother would
find them shortly after the vessel had
sailed, for he put them in just as he was
going to sea.
The vessel was never heard from, and
therefore, the captain never came back to
claim Polly, or to tell her where the die
monds, which were not of any great
value, came from. _ _ _
Thé mystery made a great stir at the
ime.—Youth'o Oompam'on.
A Naw Ins'ranuns'r FOR SCIENCE.—
There is now in operation in the Labora
tory of Central University, Richmond,
Ky.. an interesting apparatus that re
cords in a beautiful manner the motion
of the earth in its hourly progress through
alpaca. It is the invention of Professor
.W. Tobin. The principle upon which
the instrument is formed is, that a dell
cately constructed pendulum will con
tinue to oscillate in the same direction
as started. and preserving that plane,
mark the movement of the earth beneath
it. The principle was demonstrated by
Foucault. a French philosopher, in 1851;
was verified in Boston at the Bunker Hill
Monument, and lastly again at Yale Col
lege. The apparatus hitherto employed
has been cumbersome, and the results
obtained somewhat vague. The experi
ments, nevertheless, bear historical inter
est, aad are related in modern text-books
on physics. It has devolved upon Ken
tucky to furnish the scientific world with ‘
atinished and mathematical demonstra
tion of this beautiful phenomenon, to
gether with the apparatus for producing
the result so as to be proved in a school
rOom or laboratory. The instrument is
aboutsix fret high, consisting of an iron
tripod and delicate pendulum. There is
an index attached to the upper portion of
the pendulum, and when the pendulum
.is started this is perfectly still. In six
minutes the earth’s motion becomes ap
i parent, and the needle shows about one
degree of deviation. In one hour the
movement is so marked that the distance
traversed by the earth may be estimated
from its data. The pendulum is of such
delicate construction that it will remain
in motion for twelve hours, and yet may
be retarded or even stopped by blowing
upon it.-—Lour’svo’lle Comm-Journal.
11' in said that the famous Eddyetone
lighthouse is about to fall. It was com
pleted in 1769 end has consequently done
nearly one hundred and twenty years’
service. The destruction with which itis
now said to be threatened in not from
any weakness or decay in the structure
itself, but in the reef of rocks on which
it is built, which is represented as being
ready to crumble away.
The Land of the Midnight Sun.
i The Rochester ('m’wt makes the follow
ing extract from a private letter dated at
i’l‘romsoe, Norway, July 3: We Mean-ted
1 into this pretty Arctic town night hetero
last, and shall make our hon c hm- u
week longer. while a portion ot the [party
,‘linish their northern trip around .‘wrth
' Cape to Vsdsoe. We crossed the mount
,lains by means of horses and carriages,
,‘using one hundred and twenty for our
:ride of twu hundred miles. The law re
‘quires eVery statiori—-from six to ten
imiles apart--—to furnish traveler-i fresh
,horscs within half an hour of their arriv
ial. We are now two days into the A rc
: tic Circle. and'where we now live thex-un
lshines brightly at midnight from May '3O
Ito July 22. Even two days before reach
ling this puint the sun was so strong at
midnight that the ladies wanted shades.
This coast is perfectly beautiful, or, I
should have said, grand, as well as won
derful. For nearly 2,000 miles the islands
are so thick—so close together—that it is
like sailing up a river which expands into
lakes. The whole distance is overshad
owed with snow-capped mountains from
3,000 to 5,000 feet in height. rising ah
ruptly from the water, while in the dis
tance are to be seen those which are much
higher. We were exposed only once or
twice to the open sea, and then only two
or three hours at a time. The air here is
very exhilarating. Yesterday the chil
dren picked wild flowers as we were
walking, and within a few feet snow
balls. It is a wonder that in so short a
season everything can be grown in this
latitude, and yet grass springs up rapidly,
often growing an inch in twenty-four
hours. They have but two seasons really
——teu months of winter and two of sum
mer. Although the season is so long yet
the horde never freeze, and I think we
often have as cold weather in New York.
The occupation of the place is fishing,
mostly herring and codfish. All are well
to-do; no rich and no poor. The people
are intelligent, the masses receiving a fair
education. But what a queer place and
what queer customs! From the belt‘ry
of the church, between the hours of 8 at
night and 6 a. m, a man shouts the time
of night through a large tin horn at in
tervals of every half hour. The clergy
men wear large wide ruli's. We haveyust
been to see the Lapps, some three or four
miles from the town. They were notified
the day before, and for a small surn spent
the whole day among the mountainsgath
erlng their reindeer, which they rove
down for us to see—some 400 of them in
number. It was such a novel sight to
see them coming down the steep mount
ains. They will not live low down, as
they eat only reindeer moss, which grows
where it is very cold. Cows will not eat
where they have been, as the scent. of the
little hair they shed is very offensive to
them. We go from here to the tiords
around Molds and Bergen, and purpose
spending a few. weeks there; from thence
we go to Hamburg, through Germany to
Geneva, reaching Nice about the first of
November.
A Ghastly Picket Line.
Judge Rowe, writing to the Philadel-i
phia Weekly Times, relates the following?
incident of the night‘after the battle on
Fredericksburg: “When, on the return}
to Marye's Heights, the command first
tiled in from the road, there appeared to‘
be a thin line of soldiers sleeping on the}
ground to be occupied. They seemed to
make a sort of row or rank. It was asi
if a line of skirmishers had halted and
lain down; they were perfectly motion
less; their sleep was profound. Not one
of them awoke and got up. They were
not relieved either when the others came. 1
They seemed to have no commander—at
least none awake. Had the fatigues of
the day completely overpowered all of
them, oflcers and privates alike? They
were nearest the enemy. within call of
him. They were the advance line of the
Union army. Was it thus that they kept
their watch, on which the safety of the
whole army depended, pent up between
the ridge and the river? The enemy
might come within ten steps of them
without being seen. The fog was a veil.
No one knew what lay or moved or crept
a little distance 05. The regiments were
allowed to lie down. In doing so, the
men made a denser rank with those there
fibefore them. Still those others did not
1 waken. If you looked closely at the
. face of any one of them, in the mist and
dimness, it was pallid, the eyes closed,
the mouth open, the hair was disheveled,
besides, the attitude was often painful.
There were blood marks also. These
men were all dead. Nevertheless, the
new comers lay down among them and
rested. The pail of night concealed the
foe now. The sombre uncertainty of fate
enveloped the morrow. One was saved
from the peril of the charge, but he found
himself again on Marye‘s llill, near the
enemy, face to face with the dead, sharing
their couch, almost in their embrace, in
the mist and the December night. Why
not accept them as bed-fellows? So they
lay down with the dead, all in a line,
and were lulled asleep by the monotony
of the cries of the wounded scattered
teverywhere."
0x ‘IIIE Fl.r.—“Landlord?"
“Yes, sir.”
“What‘s that?"
"Butter, sir.”
“Does it belong to the league?"
“Sir?"
“Has it. any ambition to excel as a base
ballist?”
“I don't as your meaning, sir."
“Well, itglnhglld, for it's the best fly.
catcher I ever saw.”
“Oh, I Inc! John, tnke this nwny, and
bring the gentleman some of the mufiin
butter."
Silence prevnilod.——Loumilla Courier-
Journal.
A Lynn Story.
~ Some time ago. in TUII‘. a Sm‘un of
liinaldo's circus excited gem-[ll admin
ltion by his manly lwauty and inh- ..t
‘streogth. He was in thr habit of our
coming-lion during the tmrt‘urnun-‘vg
which, it IICVI'I’, was trained to succumb
The hey of Tunis. hearing nf this. I'll!
‘ him an oll'er ot‘ a thousand ducst- if in
‘ would kill a lion which hr [INN-turn!
t The proposal was accepted, and on the
: day appointed the hey and a large c-vm
[puny gathered round the pit where the
, lion was kept. The beast had breather.-
l three days without food. and was l‘o-Ind
‘ furious. The iron door of the pit opened,
‘ but instead of the athlete, a trembling
1 dog was thrown forward, which timidly
Itook refuge in acorner. The lion. who
was at a distance, turned in surprise at
the humble intruder. llis tail ceased to
lash his side, his roar ceased, and he sat
with paws extended, contemplating his
victim. Propelling himself forward upon
his belly, he finally made a spring. The
dog, however, who had watched him with
a vigilant eye, sprang in the opposite di- 1
rection. The lion seemed astonished at i
missing his prey, but after rolling over a 3
few times, made anotherjump, which was
also avoided. Pity for the dog induced
the hey to order a cord to be lowered for
him; and while the lion was gyratiag
preparatory to a renewed spring the dog
intelligently seized the cord with his
teeth and was drawn up. As he ascend
ed, the lion sprang again, but. was too
late. At this moment the Sicilian ap
peared, calm and fearless. He was in a
rich circus costume, and carried a heavy
mace. He took his position in the same
corner previously occupied by the dog.
At first the lion did not perceive him,bur,
on turning, his eye expressed a vague in
quietude. He slowly withdrew a few
steps, watching his enemy with a furtive
and sidelong glance. 'l‘he Sicilian, on
the contrary, looked straight inJiis eye
and watched every, movement. The lion
evidently had misgivings, but, impelled
by hunger, sprang upon the man with a
terrible roar. The Sicilian slipped aside
with agility, and before the pawa of the
lion touched the ground, a violent blow
from the mace on the head laid him in
sensible. The mace was raised for the
death blow when the boy interposed. He
offered the man another thousand for the
life of the beast. It was accepted, and
the lion was allowed to recover.
There Will be Rest in the Eventide.
All day long the farm it may stand
between his plough-handing turning the
yielding soil; may endure the burden
and heat of the day; may be burned by
the scorching rays of the sun, or be
drenched by sudden showers, but by-and<
by the sun furls his banner of light, the
birds cease their singing and fly home to
their nests; the eventide has come, and
tired man and weary beast find rest. All
day long the smith may ply his hammer
while huge dro s of perspiration roll
down his smoke-Begrlmcd brow. He be
longs to the class that must toil for their
daily bread, and work with him has be
come second nature. He likes the mu
sic of his bellows and clink of his ham
mer, and as the huge sparks fly 03‘ from
the redhot iron he can almost imagine
he is Jove forging thunderbolts and
revelling in the forked lightnings as they
wreath and twine around him. But as
the sun goes down in the west, he lays
by his leather apron, and washes the soot
and smoke from his face, and goes home
to enjoy the society of his family. For
him there has come rest at the eventide.
All day the patient mother may toil
for her little ones, sympathizing with
them in their childish sorrows, calming
their fears and soothing their pains, until
she is worn out soul and body; but as
night approaches sleep touches their eye
lids with its magic wand—and for weary
mother and tired child there has come
the rest at eventide. And for us all there
will Come rest at eventide, it matters not
what our occupation may be, nor where
our footsteps roam. Life with its
pitiful joys and bitter experiences, its
feverish dreams and empty ambitions, its
hopes and fears, its loves and hates, will
be ended after awhile. As we grow older
our trust diminishes, as one by one our
friends fail us and our expectations are
cut off, the apples of llesperides turn to
dead sea fruit within our grasp, and the
idols, we all, at times, so Wildly worship,
lie shattered at our feet. Oh, the follies
and vanities of life; the lessons we have
to learn and unlearn; no Wonder we grow
weary, many of us, long before the end of
the journey is reached. But all we can
do is to possess our souls in patience, and
press forward for the mark of the prize.
THE quantity of pins now produced
daily in England is said to be 50,000,000,
of which Birmingham produces 37,000,-
000, leaving some 13,000,000 to London,
Warrington, Stroud and Dublin, where
the article is also made. The weight of
wire consumed annually in the pin man
ufacture of England is set down at about
1,275 tons, one-eighth of this being iron
wire, used in the production of mourning
and hair pins. The consumption of brass
wire amounts to 2,500,000 pounds, valued
at nearly SOOO,OOO, and of iron wire some
345,000 pounds, worth about $36,000—t0
these values being added, of course, those
for wages, paper, ornamental envelopes,
boxes, wear and tear of machinery, man
ufacturers’ proflts, etc. Mourning, hair,
entomological, and japauned pins—that
is, those stuck in rows—realize a larger
profit than those sold by weight. Taking
it altogether, the pin manufacture of the
United Kingdom is not overestimated, it
is thought, at the aggregate amount of
81,000,000. In the, United States, the
,waight of pine produced in e year is set
1 down at 1,120,000 pounds.
A GENERATION in fifteen years.
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making a home thoroughly intolersblo
for even the m: st pacitic and contented
dispositions. It with dirt there he auto,
the acme of discomfort will be reached.
Muncy spent recklessly. and without my
useful product of comfort—what is the
end of this but poverty and vice'l And
drlnk, the great cause of waste in poor
men’s houses—expenditure on tint which
not only wastes u man‘s substance, but
ruins his moral and physical capacities,
and we have reached a point of discom
fort beyond which we cannot go. Drink
is the demon of tens of thousands of
homes, which but for it might be happy.
But there are many miuor sources of
discomfort, which worr and fret impa
tient minds,nnd render iiomes thoroughly
uncomfortable. 111-trained children, un~
accustomed, because untuught by early
discipline, to curb their little tempers,are
a source of discomfort in many homes.
The neglect, perhaps the ignorance of
mothers themselves ill-disciplined in
youth, is mainly to be blamed for this.
111-cooked meals—here is another
source of discomfort—perhaps a small
one; but not so small either. Bad cook
ing is waste; waste ofmoney and loss of
comfort. Whom the church has joined
in matrimony, ill-cooked joints of meat.
and ill-boiled potatoes have often put
asunder. There is, indeed a sound econ
omy which may be exercised by women
in the culinary department, very much
to the saving of the husband‘s purses as
well as tempers. Among the “common
things" which educators would teach the
working people, certainly this ought not
to be overlooked. It is the commonest
and yet most neglected of the branches
of female education. Perha sit is even
thought below the dignity of going called
“a branch"of education at all. But cook
ing,which really is the art, when properly
on tivated, of making a little go a great
way,is iuiinitely more valuable and im
, portant to the comfort of homes than
tambour work, crochet, netting, or back
stitch--not to speak of music and draw
ing. The art 0 cooking eclipses them
all in point of value.
An unwholesome house is always un
comfortable. The atmosphere is de
pressing to the spirits, and it debilitatea
the frame. Its influence may not be felt
or perceptible—excepting by our sense—
that of smell—and yet it is most power
t'ul. Even the temper becomes peevish
and irritable; and the depression leads to
a craving for stimulants, which, in its
turn, leads to an aggravation of the evil.
Children become querulous, sickly and
complaining; how can they be cheerful,
breathing poisoned air, as they often do?
The children cry, poor things, finding
vent in tears and sohs; they are beaten
when they should he sent out in the open
air, or, later in the evening, put to bed.
And thus the home is made very uncom
fortable;
These unfortunate children—how our
heart pities theml Brought into the
world helpless, they are lcit amidst the
gloomy association of depravity, dirt,
and disease; and they hang about the ser
did dwelling an infant brood, imparting
nojoy to the home—onlly so many gap
ing mouths to be fet —increasing its
squalor and discomfort. Often children
are called and scolded for no fault of
their own; the ill-temper engendered by
dirt and drink is visited severely upon
them. Tolerable tempers are made bad,
and bad tempers are rendered cruel; and
thus they grow up to mature years with
the stamp of savage life upon them,wrth
out any idea of the comlorts of home;
familiar with the spectacle of daily re
curring vice.
In better‘circles home may be made
intolerable in other ways. Peevish and
querulous tempers spoil the repose of
many households. “ etter is a dinner of
lherbs, where peace is, than a stalled ox
lwith contention.” There are people who
‘are always making afuss, and Will not
‘ let you be quiet; these have the knack of
{making even dining and drawmg-rooms
\intolerable. They are as unwholesome
;as even a roomful of bad air could be.
iMoping and whining. discovering all
lmannerof frets and aches and imaginary
woes—grumbling at the maids—tinding
:cause of alarm in everything— suc'h peo
ple rarely fail in making homes intoler
able, and driving forth those who had
hoped for, and who were entitled to find,
, peace and repose therein.
AN eminent Scottish divine happened
to meet two of his parishioners at the
house of a lawyer, whom he considered
too sharp a practitioner. The lawyer
ijocularly put the question: “Doctor.
these are members of your flock. Mnyl
ask, do you look u on them as white of
black sheep?" “I cron‘t know," answered
the divine,dryly, “whether they are black
or white sheep; but Iknow if they are
here long they are pretty sure to DO
fleeced."
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0m: person dies at each pulsation 0f
the bout.