. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. d South Church. — Franklin Statue .... 22 CHAPTER III. Loss OF the Watch. — Old State-House. — Post-Office. — The Old House 34 CHAPTER Ride in the Car. — The Theatre .... 49 CHAPTER V. Park Street Church. — Boston Common. — May Day. — Nautical School 68 CHAPTER Pinch of Salt. — The Overshoes .... 86 Vm CONTENTS. CHAPTER —Idiot and Blind Institutions • . 104 CHAPTER VIII. Liberty Tree. — Bunker Hill. — Faneuil Hall. — QuincyHall. — Custom-House 116 CHAPTER College. — Gore Hall. — Mount Auburn . 132 CHAPTER Lib
. Spectacles for young eyes : Boston. d South Church. — Franklin Statue .... 22 CHAPTER III. Loss OF the Watch. — Old State-House. — Post-Office. — The Old House 34 CHAPTER Ride in the Car. — The Theatre .... 49 CHAPTER V. Park Street Church. — Boston Common. — May Day. — Nautical School 68 CHAPTER Pinch of Salt. — The Overshoes .... 86 Vm CONTENTS. CHAPTER —Idiot and Blind Institutions • . 104 CHAPTER VIII. Liberty Tree. — Bunker Hill. — Faneuil Hall. — QuincyHall. — Custom-House 116 CHAPTER College. — Gore Hall. — Mount Auburn . 132 CHAPTER Library. — The Sleepy Roses . , 138 CHAPTER XI. State-House. — Boston Water-Works. — Hospital. —New City Jail 152 CHAPTER Public Library. — Museum . • • . 166 CHAPTER «um. — Club House. — Home 182 CHAPTER Houe . • 200 SPECTACLES. CHAPTER I. COUNTRY AND CITY. I LIVED by the sea-shore, far away from the dinand tumult of the city, which I had only heard. of, and never hoped or cared to see. The cease-less sound of the surf put me to sleep at nightlike a lullaby. Sometimes I would start sud- 1* 10 SPECTACLES. denly from my dreams, and listen, thinking Iheard a human voice speaking to me ; but it wasalways the same old solemn sound of the I would lie awake, quite awe-struck, for itmade me think of the hymn, When little Samuel woke,And heard his Makers voice. And so sometimes I felt frightened. But as Igrew older, I thought less about it; and now,when I am in the noisy streets of Boston, I neverthink of it at all, — but I should like to hear thatsolemn voice at my heart again, sometimes. When I was in the pine woods, I could hearthe same sound. At first, I could not tellwhether it was the distant murmur of the surf,or the whispering of the pine-trees, — you couldnot tell them apart. And then I could find such beautiful flowersin our woods! They die very soon after theyare gathered, for they ar
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