Identifier: spectaclesforyou00land (find matches)
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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thlong hair and russet jacket, to a spruce youngfellow, made up according to the latest patternof the Boston tailors. I will not tell you whetlierOak Hall or Fennos boys clothing store is pat-ronized by me. You will not approve of mytaste, if I have not chosen your tailor; but myhair is cut as short as the bristles on a shoe-brush, and I sport a cane and gloves on Sunday,when I walk with Jeanie to the Italian church(which was held in this building last winter), orto the French one in Spring Lane. There is aGerman church which the ladies sometimes at-tend, but in all languages, whicli they think theyknow so remarkably well from books, they findthat in cvery-day life, in this, as in all things,there is something which books cannot teach. I wish my mother could see me now ! I oftenlong for the green lane in the woods, and tlielittle church without a spire, and the murmuringof the sea, but I shall wait till next summersvacation before I return. I, too, shall become acity boy by that time.
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MERCANTILE LIBRARY. l-i3 I did not wish to change my style of dress andmanners, till James hinted, one day, of a Pridethat apes humility, and then I knew that itwas pride that made me w^ish to be different fromthe rest, and that it was generally better to con-form to the habits of the people where we live ;so if I go to Kamtschatka, I shall expect to dressand live as they do ! One evening, when I was in Georgys room,Mrs. Hamilton told us a story that made me feelashamed of my pride and ignorance. I will tellit to you, and perhaps you too may profit a littleby it. Georgy had become tired of his theatre,—heis older now, — and our neighbor, Mrs. Darton,came in to make a visit and to condole withGeorgy and pity him, — which he dislikes verymuch, — a bright, cheerful, little fellow as he is ;then she asked us what we were doing, and saidthat a fine, tall lad like me should have somesettled occupation, and should be learning towork ; I, who had been working ever since Iwas able to

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