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will wonder at the expansion of her mind. Her 

 countenance is lighted with inspiration. Converse 

 with her upon God, and of the holiness of religion, 

 tears will spring from those innocent eyes. She is a 

 great artist, but she is still greater in the pure hu- 

 manity of her existence.' Indeed, nothing can les- 

 sen the impression made by Jenny Lind's greatness 

 on the stage, save her personal character in her own 

 house. Her intelligent and child-like disposition here 

 excites a singular power. She is happy, belonging 

 no longer to the world. Yet she loves art with her 

 whole soul. She feels her vocation. Her noble and 

 pious disposition cannot be spoiled by homage. On 

 one occasion only, in my hearing, did she express joy 

 and self-consciousness in her talent. It was during 

 her last stay at Copenhagen. Every evening she ap- 

 peared either at the concerts or in the opera. She 

 heard of a society, the object of which was to take 

 unfortunate children out of the hands of their pa- 

 rents, by whom they were compelled to beg or steal, 

 and place them in better circumstances. Benevolent 

 people subscribed annually for their support, yet the 

 means for this excellent purpose were but small. ' I 

 have an evening disengaged,' said she ; 'I will give 

 a performance for these poor children, but we must 



