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brations of an Eolian harp." She needs however to be
heard before her merits can be appreciated.

Jenny Lind is as much distinguished for her benevolence
and abundant charities as for her power to transport by her
tide of song. She has had the pleasure of placing in inde-
pendent circumstances her loved parents, who now reside in
romantic Switzerland. At great expense she is educating
one of her Swedish sisters in the city of Paris. She has

been known to bestow on the poor cottager of England $25
as a single present. Her charities, while in that country,
amounted to $300,000. She is founding a charitable insti-
tution in Stockholm at an expense of $350,000. The ob-
ject of her visit to this country, is to secure the means of
founding a system of free schools in Sweden. The fruit of
her first concert in New York accruing to herself was $10,000,
all of which she gave to benevolent purposes. "The visit
of such a lady, who regards her high artistic powers as a gift
from heaven for the amelioration of affliction and distress,
whose every thought and deed is philanthropy, will, it is pre-
sumed, prove a blessing to America in many respects."
Melrose, Mass.

KEEP A CLEAR CONSCIENCE.

MANY persons do what is wrong when they are alone and think no one sees them; but God and their own consciences are ever present and will not fail to witness against them." How wretched are they! They cannot feel easy. The sound of the wind, the shutting of a door, a word accidentally dropped in conversation, reminds them of their sin, and produces dread and apprehension in their minds. He who has a troubled conscience can never be happy. It is when "Our heart condemns us not" that we have "confidence towards God." Strive ever to have "a conscience void of offence towards God and towards men."

By Francis Scott Key.

2 The hair on her forehead, so sad and so meek,
Hung dark on the blushes that burned on her cheek;
And so sad and so lowly she knelt in her shame,
It seemed that her spirit had fled from her frame.

3 The frown and the murmer that went through them all,
That one so unhallowed should tread in that hall;
And some said the poor would be objects more meet,
For the wealth of the perfume she showered on his feet.

4 She heard but her Savior, she spoke with but sighs,
She dared not look up to the heaven of his eyes;
And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast,
As her lips to his sandals were throbbingly pressed.

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MOTHER'S ASSISTANT.

Written for the Mother's Assistant.

THE INFANT IN HEAVEN.

BY MRS. AMANDA P. MATHER.

"MOTHER! have they little harps in Heaven, all shining, bright, and golden? Brother was so small, you know, he could not take the harps the angels play." This was a question which the mother, deeply interesting as it was to her, might not answer. But an answer was not then demanded; for the mind of the young inquirer had wandered far away, and she sat gazing earnestly into "the blue depths of a summer sky, as if the green pastures and still waters" of the better land had opened on her vision.

How often do questions of like import arise in the mind of the bereaved mother, whose infant ones death has removed from her tender care and love. Pressing with the more earnestness, because unanswered, and the feelings they excite, cherished the more deeply, because unexpressed. When the aged man dies, full of years spent in the service of God, we feel that he is taken from the church below, to the "general assembly and church above." We think of him as sitting down with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven, resting from toil and conflict, in blissful communion with all the holy. When vigorous manhood bows beneath the stroke of death, and one in the midst of years is taken away, if he die "in the Lord," it is easy to follow him