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Title: Spectacles for young eyes : Boston
Year: 1862 (1860s)
Authors: Lander, Sarah W. (Sarah West), 1810-1872
Subjects: Boston (Mass.) -- Description and travel Juvenile literature
Publisher: New York : John R. Anderson
Contributing Library: Claire T. Carney Library, University of Massachusetts Dartmouth
Digitizing Sponsor: Claire T. Carney Library, University of Massachusetts Dartmouth

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resses and a canoe ; and someSandwich Itland implements of war; and va-rious other wonders. The stuffed birds areadmirable. Look at these, John! And 1 went on, looking at everything, evenat the wax-work in the room above, which Icould not like. To be sure, it told the samestory that we can so often read, — of the gradualdescent of a family from liappiness in early lifeto the lowest misery, and the cause was the old,old story of Intemperance I It pained me. Let us go, dear, I said. I must go! And we went away, receiving no pleasure fromfeliat room. We walked around and admired the variousfuriosities, and among others, we found our Ned,who is a living one. • Well, we have been wondering where youboth were. We are going into the next build-big, to see the Massachusetts Historical Societysrooms, where the old Indian Bible is. Did youinow they had an Indian Bible translated forthem into their language ? And a manuscripty)f Washingtons Address to the American Army?Will you go, John ?
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MUSEUM. 179 Will you go, Jeanie ? I asked. But Jeaniewas tired, and so I remembered that I was tired,too. Had not I seen the Public Library, andcounted the alcoves ? And learnt how many feethigli the Masonic Temple was ? To be sure Ihave forgotten it now. And heard that the Ma-sonic Lodges met in that building, — and muchmore about it, that I have not told you, — and Iwas glad of a quiet walk home with Jeanie, whosees just what is passing under her eyes, anddoes not puzzle her mind by dwelUng on an-tiquities, nor remember when we try to makeher learn some historical fact. As we passed by the Burying-Ground just atthe corner, I told her that Johnson, the fatherof Boston, was buried here. But what did shecare about it. I never knew him ! she said. If he wereliving here, I should like to see him, because itwas owing to liis influence they came to Boston,instead of remaining where they first settled.But as to caring where he was buried, that Ido not think of! And I half thought she w

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