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out;

And when the silver habit of the clouds
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with
A sober gladness the old year takes up
His bright inheritance of golden fruits,
A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the cluster'd trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillar'd clouds.
Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crim-
son'd,

And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where autumn, like a faint old man, sits down

By the way side a-weary. Through the trees
The golden robin moves. The purple finch,
That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,
A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,
And pecks by the witch-hazel, while aloud
From cottage roofs the warbling blue-bird
sings,

And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke,
Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail.

O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth,
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well perform'd, and days well spent!

For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.

He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death
Has lifted up for all, that he shall go
To his long resting-place without a tear.

[For the National Magazine.]

THE PURE IN HEART.

BY ALICE CARY.

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
Bow, angels, from your glorious state,
If e'er on earth you trod,
And lead me through the golden gate
Of prayer, unto my God.

I long to gather from the word

The meaning, full and clear-
To build unto my gracious Lord
A tabernacle here.

Against my face the tempests beat, The winds are loud and chill; When shall I hear the voice so sweet, Commanding, Peace-be still?

The angels said, God giveth you

His love-what more is ours?
Even as the cisterns of the dew
O'erflow upon the flowers,

His grace descends, and as of old
He walks with man apart,
Keeping the promise as foretold
With all the pure in heart.

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And let a lush laburnum oversweep them, And let long grass grow round the roots, to keep them

Moist, cool and green; and shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.

A filbert-hedge with wild-brier overtwined,
And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind
Upon their summer thrones; there too should be
That with a score of light green brethren shoots
The frequent-checker of a youngling tree,
From the quaint mossiness of aged roots;
Round which is heard a spring-head of clear
waters,

Babbling so wildly of its lovely daughters,
The spreading blue-bells: it may haply mourn
That such fair clusters should be rudely torn
From their fresh beds, and scatter'd thought-
lessly

By infant hands, left on the path to die.

Open afresh your round of starry folds,
Ye ardent marigolds!

Dry up the moisture from your golden lids,
For great Apollo bids

That in these days your praises should be sung
On many harps, which he has lately strung;
And when again your dewiness he kisses,
Tell him, I have you in my world of blisses:
So haply when I rove in some far vale,
His mighty voice may come upon the gale.

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight;
With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white,
And taper fingers catching at all things,
To bind them all about with tiny rings.
Linger awhile upon some bending planks
That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks,

And watch intently Nature's gentle doings: They will be found softer than ringdoves' cooings.

How silent comes the water round that bend!
Not the minutest whisper does it send

To the overhanging sallows: blades of grass
Slowly across the checker'd shadows pass.
Why you might read two sonnets, ere they reach
To where the hurrying freshnesses aye preach
A natural sermon o'er their pebbly beds;
Where swarms of minnows show their little
heads,

Staying their wavy bodies 'gainst the streams,
To taste the luxury of sunny beams
Temper'd with coolness. How they ever wrestle
With their own sweet delight, and ever nestle
Their silver bellies on the pebbly sand!
If you but scantily hold out the hand,
That very instant not one will remain ;
But turn your eye, and they are there again.
The ripples seem right glad to reach those
cresses,

And cool themselves among the emerald tresses; The while they cool themselves, they freshness give,

And moisture, that the bowery green may live:
So keeping up an interchange of favors,
Like good men in the truth of their behaviors.
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop
From low-hung branches: little space they

stop;

But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek; Then off at once, as in a wanton freak:

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THE New-York Institution for the Blind, of which our engraver has given a faithful picture, is situated on the Ninth Avenue, in the upper part of the city. It was established about twenty years ago, and is one of the most deserving of all our philanthropic institutions. There are at present about one hundred

Or perhaps, to show their black and golden and fifty students, most of them from va

wings,

Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.
Were I in such a place, I sure should pray
That naught less sweet might call my thoughts

away,

Than the soft rustle of a maiden's gown
Fanning away the dandelion's down;
Than the light music of her nimble toes
Patting against the sorrel as she goes.
How she would start, and blush, thus to be
caught

Playing in all her innocence of thought!
O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,
Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look;
O let me for one moment touch her wrist;
Let me one moment to her breathing list;
And as she leaves me, may she often turn
Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburn.
What next? a tuft of evening primroses,
O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes;
O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep,
But that 't is ever startled by the leap

Of buds into ripe flowers; or by the flitting
Of divers moths, that aye their rest are quit-
ting;

Or by the moon lifting her silver rim
Above a cloud, and with a gradual swim
Coming into the blue with all her light.
O maker of sweet poets! dear delight
Of this fair world and all its gentle livers;
Spangler of clouds, halo of crystal rivers,
Mingler with leaves, and dew and tumbling

streams,

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams,
Lover of loneliness and wandering,
Of upcast eye and tender pondering!
Thee must I praise above all other glories
That smile us on to tell delightful stories.

rious places in the state of New-York. Over one hundred are beneficiaries of the state, thirteen are supported by their friends, and others-as many as the limited funds of the Institution will permitare boarded and taught gratuitously.

The list of studies pursued by the inmates includes Reading and Writing, Arithmetic, Grammar, Astronomy, Mental and Moral Science, Music, and, in fact, all the branches usually taught in English academies. For their especial use books in raised print are provided, and from their delicacy of touch they are enabled to read with ease and accuracy. By the aid of movable type, in reticulated frames, they are taught Arithmetic, and the proficiency of many of the totally blind, in long and complicated calculations, is truly wonderful. The greater part of the instruction imparted is, however, necessarily oral, and frequent repetition supplies the place of study.

From the last report of the gentlemanly and efficient superintendent, Mr. Cooper, we learn that the household establishment is arranged to give the blind every comfort, and also to teach them to dispense, for the most part, with personal assistance. Thus, the children at table are

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under the immediate care of their matron; but they soon learn to cut their own food, and otherwise to conduct themselves at meals with as much neatness and propriety as seeing youth. Their dressing-rooms, dormitories and wash-rooms, are planned with the same view; and the domestic attendance is no larger than in ordinary academies of equal size.

In the daily routine of duty, the inmates rise at half-past six, hear morning prayers at seven, breakfast, and attend the schools from eight to twelve; then dine; and from one to five are employed in the shops, where they are taught to manufacture baskets, mats, mattresses, carpeting and band-boxes. The females are also taught plain sewing, various kinds of fancy knitting and bead-work. The senior and junior singing classes are engaged, on alternate days, from half-past four to six. At seven the pupils are assembled in the chapel, to listen to a course of reading; and at half-past eight the roll is called for evening prayers.

The choir or band then practice till bedtime, ten o'clock. Lessons on the piano and other instruments are given to all in turn during the day and evening.

On Sunday there is public worship in the chapel in the morning and afternoon; mid-day a Sabbath school; in the evening a Bible class-and morning and evening prayers.

Thus, with mind and body employed and strengthened, with no idle time for repining, the blind child finds restored to him the contentment and even gayety of youth; and were this all, it would be no trifling good effected.

But when the pupils are graduated, they have it in their power, under ordinary circumstances, and with the assistance that young persons need from their friends for a start in life, to support themselves by their own labor; and some, as teachers of music, piano-tuners and choristers, have received very constant and profitable employment.

The manufactory is an extension of the work department, to meet the wants of those graduates who, friendless as well as sightless, had no home but the benign institution which sheltered them. These found board and lodging in the vicinity, and were maintained by work given them at prices regulated with a view to their support. Their numbers were soon increased by persons who had lost their sight by accidents in mature life, and with health, strength, mechanical skill and habits of industry, asked not for alms, but for the means of earning bread for their families.

The expenses of the Institution for the last year were about $65,000; the receipts were not quite equal to the disbursements.

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THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

"RUTH is stranger than fiction." Scarcely would the boldest novelist venture to place a timid girl in the forefront of his battles, to work deliverance for beleaguered cities, and conduct a king to his throne. Yet such task has fallen to history.

Near her father's cottage stood a little chapel called the Hermitage of St. Mary; and here, while her gayer companions were enjoying their merry pastime, she would be found in earnest devotion. Many a sick cottager learned to bless her sweet face which appeared so often at his bedsidethe poor, the aged, the friendless, all shared her gentle kindness. In her father's dwelling, her foot fell lightly and swiftly as she turned the wheel or made ready the simple repast. All loved her; even the sheep of her father's flock gathered close around her, and followed her call with unwonted alacrity.

On the banks of the Meuse and near its source, is the little hamlet of Domremy. Not far away rise the softly-rounded, snowcapped summits of the Vosges. Their slopes furnish pasturage for numerous flocks, and here and there may be seen some of those vineyards for which other parts of Champagne are so celebrated. The scenery of this province is in general uninteresting, but here it is picturesque and beautiful; and among these rich wood-trict remarkable for simple devotion, and lands grew up the Maid of Orleans.

VOL. VII.-15

She was born of humble parents, who appear to have exceeded the rest of a dis

early inculcated into the mind of Joan a

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