. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. 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 tlie wax-work in tlie room above, which Icould not like. To be sure, it told tlie 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 wa
. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. 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 tlie wax-work in tlie room above, which Icould not like. To be sure, it told tlie 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 ?. 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 tliey came to Boston,instead of remaining where they first as to caring where he was buried, that Ido
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