August 4 Sunday
Took a carriage and drove about the city and about the locks. Went through the royal palace. The large  hall is 1 hundred feet high and very handsome. Then went to the [Rijks]museum and saw some of the pictures. Saw one by [Rembrandt] which is very fine called the Night Watch. Then went to a very nice cafe and took dinner. Then went to the Zoological Gardens which one of the finest we have seen. The houses here are all built in blocks and have hooks in the attic to haul things up by. They are very homely and some of them old. We saw one marked 167-. They bend over on back and all most all are out of the perpendicular.
August 5 Monday
Took a drive to the Zuider Zee and saw them building sluice ways. The water of the Zuider Zee is 30 feet higher than Amsterdam The carriage left us at the diamond cutting establishment and we went through it. First they split the diamond and then cut it and then polish it and there is a great deal of work in it. There are over 10,000 people in the diamond work in Amsterdam.
Then we went to the old silver shops and I wanted to buy some thing but everything is very expensive. Passed by the Beurs where there were a great children playing. They allow the children to play there a few days in August and September because in the 17th century some boys that were playing there found out a conspiricy against Amsterdam by some Spanish.
Some of the women here wear very queer head dresses and wodden shoes. Some of the headdresses have a metal piece behind and a white [muslin] cap over it and gold ornaments on the side of their face.
Miss Mary’s diary ends here. According to a local notice in May, Dr. J. B. Andrews had taken a three-months leave for an European vacation, so I am assuming Mary had a second booklet to continue her travel diary. The last few pages consist of items she bought (and their prices!) as well as a list of gift recipients. Dr. Matzinger made the list, although at the time she finished this diary she had not found a present for him.
It has been an interesting journey for me: I have been digging around in the attic, so to speak. The diary is not historically important or personally revelatory — Mary was only 14 years old, after all. But I appreciate her naiveté and the assumption of American exceptionalism that peeked through even in her mind-numbing recounting of destinations. I would love to know what she looked like. I hope a family portrait exists. Mary and her mother were both prominent members of the Buffalo Historical Society (at some point they presented the organization with a portrait of Dr. Andrews), so I think somewhere in the archives is a picture of her. The Racist Salon Owner accused me specifically (and historians in general) of being a snoop. Perhaps. But I do in fact know where the line is, and I do know when to stop. I stopped digging around the time I figured out who left the diary at the bookstore. The diary is now making its way to one of Mary’s other descendents. I already miss her young voice.