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Lemon Tree growing. The Orange was past budding into bloom. And as we stood looking at them, Longfellow and I right side by side! Abby J. Reed, that beautiful poet, Prof Henry W. Longfellow, himself, took his scissors and with his own hand, the hand that wrote "Evangeline", cut a beautiful spray from both Lemon and the Orange trees, the Orange spray with a beautiful [[ | Lemon Tree growing. The Orange was past budding into bloom. And as we stood looking at them, Longfellow and I right side by side! Abby J. Reed, that beautiful poet, Prof Henry W. Longfellow, himself, took his scissors and with his own hand, the hand that wrote "Evangeline", cut a beautiful spray from both Lemon and the Orange trees, the Orange spray with a beautiful [[?]]-like bud on it, and presented them to me with a regret "that it was not in full bloom". Well, I could do no less of course than thank him, but how the joy bubbled up from the very depth of my soul! Was'nt I grateful, and am I not proud of my treasure! I guess so. I went in to Boston quite often from Cambridge and Somerville visited many places of interest. Jenny Tyler was at South Boston Blind Asylum, and I saw her frequently, And she came out | ||
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Lemon Tree growing. The Orange was past budding into bloom. And as we stood looking at them, Longfellow and I right side by side! Abby J. Reed, that beautiful poet, Prof Henry W. Longfellow, himself, took his scissors and with his own hand, the hand that wrote "Evangeline", cut a beautiful spray from both Lemon and the Orange trees, the Orange spray with a beautiful ?-like bud on it, and presented them to me with a regret "that it was not in full bloom". Well, I could do no less of course than thank him, but how the joy bubbled up from the very depth of my soul! Was'nt I grateful, and am I not proud of my treasure! I guess so. I went in to Boston quite often from Cambridge and Somerville visited many places of interest. Jenny Tyler was at South Boston Blind Asylum, and I saw her frequently, And she came out