. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. -. Not that I pretend to be a man yet, but I am notsuch a simple little fellow as I was when I firstcame to the city. And I m afraid, if 1 stay long,that home will be very strange to me. How-ever, as I am not yet blind, as these poor chil-dren are, whom I am going to visit; nor deaf, Imust see and hear wonders. The children in the school for the blind havethe same kind, judicious teacher as the firstschool 1 spoke of; and they are tanght by raisedletters to read ; and to write, by a little machine,which keeps the lines straight, and the letters IDIOT AND B
. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. -. Not that I pretend to be a man yet, but I am notsuch a simple little fellow as I was when I firstcame to the city. And I m afraid, if 1 stay long,that home will be very strange to me. How-ever, as I am not yet blind, as these poor chil-dren are, whom I am going to visit; nor deaf, Imust see and hear wonders. The children in the school for the blind havethe same kind, judicious teacher as the firstschool 1 spoke of; and they are tanght by raisedletters to read ; and to write, by a little machine,which keeps the lines straight, and the letters IDIOT AND BLIND INSTITUTIONS. Ill even. Even their geography has its maps, withraised outlines; and everything is arranged fortheir benefit. They are much happier here thanin their own homes, because all the other chil-. dren here have the same affliction ; and so theynever wonder at them. They have the samestudies, and the same games, and so never feelthe loneliness that they are likely to feel withother children. I will give you a little rhyme Imade one day, and if any blind child should hearit, perhaps she would like it. THE BLIND CHILD. I m sitting by your side, Lilly,I m leaning on your knee; I feel your gentle breath, Lilly,Like sunshine warm ou me. 112 SPECTACLES. I know your eyes are bine, Lilly,As the violets eyes can be,. And I l^now your lace is bright, Lill,Because it smiles on me. Though I never see you, Lilly Fay, I can listen, 0, so still!Till I hear the young school-children Come shouting up the I listen for your step, Lill, Ah! I know it when you it sounds like a wee bird, Lill, Just running through the grass. And I laugh where I am hid, Lill, Behind the think you cannot find me, Though you have eyes to see!I m not lonely when 3ou re gone, Lillj?^ 1 p
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