Original. BY REV. J. ADAMS. - WOMAN. How great is the absurdity, and how pernicious the tendency of a belief in the intellectual inferiority of females. That there are characteristic mental differences between man and woman, corresponding to the clearly defined spheres of each, is apparent. This might be inferred from their physical oonformation. The muscles of the female are of a finer mold; in her there is much more delicacy of structure and sensibility of nerve, and she requires comparatively little exercise to preserve health. Her duties and vocations are of course peculiar, and should not be confounded with those of man. Though mind is entirely undistinguished by sex, it develops itself and operates through the physical organs. 121 | Judea, at the rising of the sun the two Marys sought the sepulchre of their Lord. Who of the sorrowful disciples first saw the risen Lord? "Now when Jesus was risen, early the first day of the week, he appeared first unto Mary Magdalene, and she went and told the disciples, as they mourned and wept.” Woman was last at the cross, and first at the sepulchre on the resurrection morn; she was last at the burial, and first to look upon the risen Jesus. None should glory save in the cross of Christ. It is lifted up in the sight of the nations, and all are invited to look upon it and live. But to woman would I say particularly, clasp it to thy bosom, and hold it as with a death grasp-imitate thy sisters who lived in darker ages of the world; and rather let the last drop of thy heart's blood be spilt, than let loose thy hold. For was not the promulgation of Christianity the triumph of woman? Christianity came to bring into notice a class of virtues, that man, in the pride of his heart, despised as womanly. It proclaims God's approbation of those virtues, and teaches that they do not grow spontaneously, or spring up in the unregenerated heart; but ||that the fruits of the Spirit, in the new born soul, are love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, meekness, temperance, fidelity. Reasons may be drawn from the sphere in which woman moves, why she should treasure religion in her heart, as "the pearl of great price." She is destined In the sublime account of the creation by Moses, the identity of mind in man and woman is plainly indicated. On the sixth day, as the last and crowning production of his hand, "God created man in his own image; male and female created he them." Speaking in the plural number, he joins them in their supremacy over all that he had made, saying, "Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowls of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth on the earth." Mind knows no sex. It is the distinguishing excel-to look upon the same objects, until, by their familiarity, lence of the human species. Though it now lies in they lose their charm, unless gilded by the unfading ruins, it retains traces of its original magnificence. halo which religion throws over them. She, too, as a My feelings, in contemplating the ruins of mind, are, I mother, a sister, and a wife, feels the tenderest sympajudge, like the emotions of the oriental traveler as he || thies of our nature, which renders her peculiarly susapproaches Palmyra, called by the ancients, "Tadmor ceptible to the high and ennobling feelings of religion. in the desert," through a narrow plain, spread with the Virtue, as intimated, is not a native of the human wrecked remains of antiquity. There lies the temple heart, since man's defection from his Maker. Yet, of the sun in ruins, and it is approached through fields though an exotic, it may spring up and diffuse its fraof beautiful, but dilapidated columns of white marble.grance in every heart, by "repentance toward God, and What rapture would succeed the melancholy of that traveler's heart, were a minister of Jehovah, clothed in the radiance of his native heaven, to descend and re-heart? build those ruins as by enchantment, until "Tadmor in the desert" should rise up before him, as when the ancients, in their glory, dwelt there! What that bright seraph would be to Palmyra, Christianity is to man's wretched and blasted immortality. by faith in the Lord Jesus Christ." But where, let me ask, does it bloom with more grace than in the female Much has been said in regard to the proper sphere of woman. I need not pause to define the sphere of American females. Our own customs I prefer, in this respect, to those of any other country. They assign to woman duties nearly in harmony with her moral, physical, and intellectual nature. And here she is destined to exercise an influence, wider and nobler and more salutary than the world has ever witnessed. Christianity has found its warmest devotee in woman. One has well said, that was "the Christian religion to be banished from the earth, its last altar would be the female heart." In that solemn hour, when Jesus cried The following view of woman in Europe, is from with a loud voice and gave up the ghost-when the Jewett's Passages in Foreign Travels: "In every counvail of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the || try from Turkey upwards, woman has her certain place. bottom-when the centurion said, "Truly, this man In Italy, in Switzerland, in Germany, in England, in was the Son of God," there was woman looking on afar Scotland, and more than all, in woman-adoring France, off. When Joseph of Arimathea took him down from I have seen her in instances without number, performthe cross, wrapped him in fine linen, and laid him in ing offices of hardship and notoriety, with which her the sepulchre, woman was there, and watching, beheld heaven-given, womanly nature, seemed to me wholly where he was laid. When the Sabbath was past, and incompatible." That the age of chivalry has passed the morning of the first day of the week dawned on from Europe, Mr. Jewett remarks, "No thousand Vol. I.-16 Original. CHRISTIAN HOPE. BY REV. M. P. GADDIS. swords leaped from their scabbards, to save the beautiful Marie Antoinette. In Munich, a woman does the work of a printer's devil. In Vienna, I have seen her making mortar, carrying hods, digging cellars and wheeling forth the clay; and there have I also seen females harTHE sun was setting as Louisa and her young friend nassed with a man, nay, with a dog, and once even went out to gather flowers. They wandered to the with a jackass, to a cart, dragging the same through grave-yard, and resting in its cypress shades, gazed with the most public streets of the metropolis. In Dresden, emotion on the monuments of the dead. All around she saws and splits wood, drags coal about the city in a was calculated to stir the deep fountains of affection little wagon, and wheels eatables for miles through the in their bosoms. Their hearts grew faint while memhighways to the market, in a large barrow. In Eng-ory dwelt on scenes of death which each had already land, it is well known, that her position is, generally witnessed, and on the relics of friends treasured in the speaking, less degrading than on the Continent. And graves around them. They felt as they gazed, that yet in England her duties and avocations are confounded and mingled up with those of the stronger sex." Mr. Jewett has not here described the few thousands in the higher walks of life, but the many millions. "My eye," says he, "is not on the little summit of a pyramid, but upon its broad base and large centre." . Our missionaries, who have explored pagan lands, portray, in melancholy colors, the condition of woman. Daughters of Columbia, your lines have fallen to you in pleasant places-you have a goodly heritage. The subject of female education-liberal and thorough female education-is being agitated, and the best discrimination in the land abhors the charge of woman's mental inferiority. Seminaries are multiplying, opening their portals, and offering every facility for thorough intellectual and religious culture. Finally, the Ladies' Repository is successfully contending for that kind of reading which will prove a healthful succedaneum to those frothy issues of the press, ycleped "light literature." But let our female friends remember, that increased privileges heighten our responsibilities. Living in a land favorable to the right formation of character, and the exercise of a broad and benign influence, let them act in view of the assize, where all shall be judged "according to the deeds done in the body." "SWEET are the sounds that mingle from afar, Heard by calm lakes, as peeps the folding star, "Tears might sooner cease to flow, Than cause to weep." Louisa broke the silence, and exclaimed, "Our friends shall live again." The expression fell upon her young companion's heart, like dew on fainting flowers. In an instant, enrapturing faith supplanted the chill despair with which, in a moment of forgetfulness, they had contemplated the tokens of the conquests of death. "True," continued Louisa, "by the resurrection of Christ we are assured that this dust shall be reanimated, and these wrecked and moldering forms shall live and glow in strength and beauty." these hillocks, and the wild flowers in the space between, are faint emblems of the graces which shall spring up from these sepulchres of the dead." "Yes," said her friend, "the roses which blush on of the glory which shall be revealed in the saints, "At the great rising day." Socrates was not The resurrection of the body is a thing revealed. New Testament; which affirms that there will be a re- THE TOMB OF BIGELOW. * will be changed and fashioned like unto Christ's glorious body. To the wicked the resurrection will be a curse. Those who have done evil, "shall come forth to the resurrection of damnation." To the righteous, the resurrection will be an indescribable blessing. His happiness will then be fully consummated. "Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection." How consoling this truth to those who "mourn departed friends." And who among us has not been bereaved? Our fathers, where are they? Many of us can exclaim, with David, "Lover and friend thou hast put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness." Our parents, who watched over us in infancy, and guided our errant youth-brothers and sisters, who once shared our joys and griefs, have gone to the spirit land. But Jesus died and rose again; and them also that sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. Death shall not always have dominion over them. The voice of the Son of God shall call them forth. We shall meet them again THE days are cold, the nights are long, The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, Nay! start not at that sparkling light; And wake when it is day. PATIENCE. Down, stormy passions, down; no more Original. THE TOMB OF BIGELOW. "The storm that wrecks the winter's sky, 123 THE grave of the Rev. Russell Bigelow is situated in a retired, but beautiful spot, in the Columbus City Burying Ground-a spot where my youthful footsteps have often roved, to gather the lily and the buttercup. In that field of the slumbering dead, may be found the hallowed resting-place of a "disciple whom Jesus loved." No mourning cypress, or drooping willow, or fragrant rose-tree, designates the spot; but a neat marble slab shelters the resting-place of his remains. His tomb may be thus described: On the surface of his grave lies a slab of dark-colored, chiseled stone, which supports six pillars of colored marble, beautifully but simply wrought. On these pillars rests a slab of marble of snowy whiteness, six feet in length, and three in breadth, the edges of which are elegantly molded, the surface finely polished; the whole presenting a plain, but tasteful aspect. It cost about one hundred dollars, and owes its erection to the kind regards of a few special friends, who held in high estimation his moral worth and rare endowments. It bears the following inscription, designed to perpetuate the memory of departed greatness, the relics of which it has the honor to enshrine: "SACRED TO THE MEMORY What recollections, mournfully pleasing, rush upon the minds of thousands at the name of Bigelow. Though his voice is hushed in death, yet in fancy we still seem to hear those thrilling peals of eloquence from lips on which hung in breathless admiration and awe enraptured throngs. O how many have listened, trembled, and wept, while he urged upon their consciences the claims of religion, throwing around it the interests of an endless duration. How impressive was the doctrine of eternal life, dropping like dew from his persuasive lips. "It was the harp of David, which, struck, by his skillful hand, sent forth more than mortal sounds." He descended to the tomb honored and beloved by a whole generation. "High in the temple of the living God He stood amidst the people, and declared 124 Original. THE RIDE. THE RIDE. It was a bright, lovely afternoon in the sweet month of smiles and tears, when a merry little party, of which my humble self made one, took possession of an old barouche, with an old horse to draw it, and started off for a short ride through a neighboring wood. The party consisted of two young ladies beside myself, one officiating as driver, and three or four little cousins, whose laughing faces are even now before me, just as they were on that quiet eve. The broad prairie was stretching out before us far away to the old ocean, like a vast sea itself, with groves of tall trees scattered here and there, resembling fleets of ships on its placid bosom. The cattle were either standing in groups, or lying down on the green carpet nature gave them for a resting place, chewing the cud of sweet or bitter fancies, as the reader chooses to imagine. Millions of wild flowers were lending their sweetness to the air, and the sun was just setting in a world of white, purple and crimson clouds, his glorious rays lighting up prairie, village and wood, with a splendor which made all around us seem like a scene of enchantment. A merry group we were on that mild spring evening; and as the old horse jogged along towards the wood, the ringing laugh of childhood, and the joyous tones of more advanced youth, scarcely less thoughtless than the youngest there, might be heard mingling with the sweet south wind, as it wooed the young flowers, and gently whispered to the trembling buds that the reign of winter was over. We reached the point of destination, after urging our steed with voice and whip, until it would have taken a very close observer to tell which was the most tired of the two, the horse or his driver. It was not the first time we had visited that beautiful spot; yet as we rode along under the shade of the solemn old trees, a passing shadow stole over the youngest brow, and the mirth of the party, for a moment, was hushed into silence. The "monarchs of the forest" were almost covered with the long Spanish moss, which waved about in the light breeze, and looked like funeral drapery hung there by the hand of nature to mourn over the decay which "time's effacing fingers" had wrought in some of her noblest works. There was a mysterious, whispering sound among the young leaves, and I almost imagined that unseen spirits were hovering over us in the dark old wood, and in that strange tone reminding us that we were in "God's own temple." But the spirits of childhood are never long subdued, and the silence was broken by the voice of a merry little prattler, who exclaimed, "Look, cousin! the horse has stopped!" And so, in truth, it was. We had been listening to the music of nature so intensely, that "old Jim" had quietly walked to the side of the road, and unnoticed by any of us, was helping himself, with the greatest nonchalance, to the sweet grass growing there. In doing thus, the horse had but followed our example, and his only punishment was being laughed at-a sentence regarded with the utmost horror by many of a certain noble race, but which our old friend minded as little, I trow, as he did the many injunctions to proceed, uttered by the now impatient children. The road wound beautifully through the trees, now and then crossing a little glade, through which the sun was pouring in softened radiance his bright beams, and lighting up each little fairy green in lovely contrast to the darkness on either side. On we went, the sunshine becoming fainter at every step, until we stopped abruptly before a fence, inclosing an old dilapidated farm-house, at which terminated the wood. “O, I am so sorry this is all,” said one. "But, cousin," exclaimed another, "there is a road just as pretty as this, leading another way—let us see where it goes to." All agreed, and away we started, in quest of we knew not what. After riding perhaps a quarter of a mile, we emerged once more on the open prairie; but the scene which now met our gaze was far different from that we had left a short time before. Twilight was stealing rapidly, (for it was not in a northern clime,) where the "greater light" had been so recently shedding his brilliancy; and as each deepening shade gathered over the blue sky and beautiful earth, the day might have been taken as an emblem of life. Glorious it may be while it lasts, but the twilight of a fast coming night, is sure to steal that glory away. The falling dews of a southern climate warned us that it was time to seek shelter; and bidding adieu to the noble old wood, we turned our faces homeward. It is just one year ago; yet it seems like a long, long time since I wandered to my childhood's home, and with those happy companions took that pleasant ride. A thousand thoughts of loved ones far away are crowding upon me; and even while I write, fancy is recalling, with its strange distinctness, many joyous scenes, until now forgotten. Years from to-day, those old trees will be destroyed, and a change will come over all that was then so bright and beautiful; yet long as memory lasts, the recollection of that merry ride will be a pleasant one. EMMA. PRINTING. THIS noble and important art was found out about the year 1440, by John Gutenberg, a native of Mentz in Germany. The first attempts were made by him on characters carved in small tablets of wood. Afterwards he, with others, made use of movable characters cut in wood; and finally, as at present, of movable metallic types. The invention of founding types in molds, or matrices, is attributed to Peter Schoeffer. He and John Faust were partners with Gutenberg, and carried on the business partly in Strasburg, and partly in Mentz. The first Bible ever printed, was a Latin one, without date, or printer's name, supposed to have been printed at Mentz, between the years 1450 and 1455, in two volumes, folio, probably by Gutenberg and Faust. Copies of this very rare edition are in the Royal, the Bodleian, and other libraries. One in Earl Spencer's is praised for its beauty and magnificence. Original. JEHOVAH. JEHOVAH. PARAPHRASE ON THE THIRTY-EIGHTH CHAPTER OF JOB. WHEN sore disease had vail'd his form, And hail'd the whirlwind in the west; To hail the "man of his own choice." To lay aside his glory's robe, Thus to commune with wond'ring Job: Poor blinded mortal! impotent and weak, What time Omniscience called it into light, Who laid the measures, now declare to me? Or tell me, if thou canst, what hand gave birth To the long line that marks th' extended sea? The strong foundations-whereon are they stay'd, That hold this beauteous world in order bright? The corner-stone of Time-say, who has laid, And what hand fashion'd this first gem of lightWhen new intelligences proudly sought To spread the glories of their blest employWhen morning stars first issuing from nought, Clapp'd their glad hands and sang aloud for joy! And when the swelling sea, in conscious pride, First burst the barriers nature had impos'd, What hand turn'd back the overwhelming tide, Or who its fury within doors inclos'd? Who made a garment of the spreading cloud? Who of thick darkness form'd a swaddling band? Encircling with them every wave that flow'd, And bid defiance to the threaten'd land? Or hast thou caus'd the day-spring from on high, Essay'd to find the fountains of the sea? Of ocean's depths to fathom mystery? Has life's grim tyrant op'd for thee his gate, Or turn'd for thee his adamantine door? Hast thou beheld him on his throne of state, And dar'd his fearful secrets to explore? Know'st thou the region of light's lucid ray 125 Th' abode that cow'ring darkness makes its own? Come, if thou canst, and point th' untrodden way To light's bright realm, or darkness' dusky throne! Hast thou discern'd the treasures of the snow, Or seen the hail-stones form'd in realms afar, Which I've reserv'd to aid the tenfold woe, When war's wild victims mount th' embattled car? Tell by what way yon orient light is broke, Scattering the east wind round the teeming earthWho gave the waters their dividing stroke, Or who presided at the lightning's birth? On the lone wilderness by man untrod, Who caus'd the precious rain of heaven to fall— And bid the bud of spring redeck the soil? That gender'd heaven's frost unknown to you? And the sweet influence of the Pleiades' bound? Or still more daring, hast thou loos'd the bright, The golden bands that circle Orion round? Canst thou bring Mazzaroth in his season forth-Guide Arcturus and his sons on their bright waySet the dominions in the bounds of earth, Of ordinances form'd in realms of day? Canst thou exalt thy voice into the clouds, And whelm thyself in waters from afarCall pointed lightnings from their awful shrouds, With thundering voice proclaiming, “Here we are!" Who hath put wisdom in the soul of man, Or understanding to the heart hath given? Number the clouds in wisdom, ye who can— And ye who dare, stay the blest rain of heav'n! For the beast's monarch wilt thou hunt the prey, And feed his wild young with thy hard-won spoil, When crouching in their dens they silent lay, And wait in covert to reward thy toil? Say, when the dark-wing'd raven roams for food, Who then provideth what man cannot give? Or when his wand'ring young ones cry to God For lack of meat-who hears and bids them live? While thus Job listen'd to his Maker's voice, "SWEET were your shades, O ye primeval groves, |