. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. ects,that need no training to be wonderful. I wantedto do the same when I came home; and when Itried, it was a fatigue and such a torture to could not help tliinking, if my old mothershould happen to look in and see me, she wouldsay, John, you gowk, you have no brains tospare; stand up and keep your wits steady ! But the birds fly when they are tired of walking,and walk when they are tired of flying; and whyshould not man cultivate his physical powers tothe utmost ? It is quite the custom now to tryfeats of strength; and those young people who THE THE
. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. ects,that need no training to be wonderful. I wantedto do the same when I came home; and when Itried, it was a fatigue and such a torture to could not help tliinking, if my old mothershould happen to look in and see me, she wouldsay, John, you gowk, you have no brains tospare; stand up and keep your wits steady ! But the birds fly when they are tired of walking,and walk when they are tired of flying; and whyshould not man cultivate his physical powers tothe utmost ? It is quite the custom now to tryfeats of strength; and those young people who THE THEATRE. 67 cannot do a hard days work must rest them-selves by rowing or lifting heavy weiglits, aftera hard days study. I am so ])uzzled, since Ihave been here in tlie city, that I have ceased tobe astonished at anything. CHAPTER V. PARK STREET CHURCH. — BOSTON COMMON. — MAYDAY. — NAUTICAL SCHOOL. One morning, when the boys left me to go totheir scliool in Bedford Street, I walked aloneto Park Street Church. I came to a burjing-. ground, where there was a monument erectedto the parents of Dr. Franklin. I could readthe name as I walked along the street. Howsolemn and still it seemed, though it was in the PARK STREET CHURCH. 69 heart of the city; and as I looked through theiron railing that fenced it from the crowdedstreet, the gray squirrels came and peeped atme, as they did at home, when I was in thewoods ; for the boys give them nuts as they passby. I stopped to call one, but he only cheepedplaintively, and ran up the nearest tree, so Iwalked on towards the church. I asked a grave, middle-aged man, who waspassing by, with his hands folded behind him,how high he thought the steeple was ? He looked at me gravely, a moment, as if hedid not understand my question, and then told mehe had heard once that it was about two hun-dred and eighteen feet from the ground, he didnot know anything more about it, except that itwas built in 1809 ; and he walked on, as if Iand my question w
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