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[Composition written in 1851 by a pupil, eleven years of age, of the old Franklin school on Somerville avenue.]
Somerville is a beautiful town, about three miles from
Boston, the capital of
Massachusetts.
There are two ranges of hills running nearly through the centre of the town, which adds much to its beauty and interest.
These ranges were formerly called Prospect and
Winter Hills.
The view from these hills on a clear day in summer is said to be one of the most beautiful and picturesque in
America, or perhaps in the world.
This town was formerly a part of
Charlestown, from which it was set off and incorporated about twelve years ago, by the request of the inhabitants, and given the romantic name of
Somerville.
The number of inhabitants at that time was about 1,500.
They have now increased to more than 3,000 and the hills and valleys are nearly covered with neat cottages, splendid houses, and a variety of romantic dwellings, with gardens attached, in which grow flowers, fruit trees, bushes, and shrubbery of such descriptions as flourish best in this climate.
There is also in this town a large bleachery and dye house, also an extensive concern for the manufacture of brass tubes for locomotive boilers.
Brick-making is carried on extensively both with and without steam power.
The McLean Asylum is in this town.
There are three railroads that run through the town, the Fitchburg,
Lowell, and
Maine.
There is also a line of omnibuses, so that you can go to
Boston and return at almost any time of day. These facilities add much to the convenience and comfort of the inhabitants.
The schools of
Somerville are said to be equal to any in the state.
There are several primary, grammar, and also one high school, all of which are conducted on the most approved principles; and if the scholars do not learn it is not the fault of the school committee or teachers,
