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with much interest. She asked me whose the borpiet 

 of flowers were. I assuredly told her that they 

 belonged to Miss W. She returned that they smelt 

 very fragrantly and delicious. E. altered her mind 

 at length, as she could not stay as long as she [had] 

 hoped.' 



" The words included between brackets are added ; 

 the rest is an exact copy, punctuatim et literatim, from 

 her diary, which she writes in a legible hand." 



I have visited Cambridge twice. Cambridge com- 

 prises, Cambridge Port, Old Cambridge, West Cam- 

 bridge, and East Cambridge, which are connected with 

 Boston by several bridges. When I was crossing the 

 bridge to East Cambridge, in the month of August 

 last, I observed the American flag flying at the top of 

 a gigantic chimney, belonging to the Cambridge 

 glass works, which had just been finished. It is 240 

 feet high, which is twenty feet higher than the Bunker 

 Hill monument ; its form is an octagon, and erected of 

 brick, upon a massive granite foundation of thirty feet 

 in diameter. It was two and a half months in process 

 of erection ; 800,000 bricks and 100 cubic yards of 

 cranite were used in its erection ; it is said to be the 

 tallest chimney in the United States, 



