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tive and business life-some immunity from those ex- and her share of pay bears an inverse proportion to the tra difficulties which custom and not either reason or amount of work she accomplishes. She is auxiliary delicacy has prescribed to the woman of business as to the tailor, the shoemaker, the upholsterer, the sadthe limit (however insufficient to its purpose) of her dler, and many others. She is found useful and comrange of performance. Woman is happy in the strict- petent, and yet, when shall the day arrive when a woness with which society remarks upon her discretion, man shall find any of these occupations sufficient to a and her moralities-happier than if there were any re-comfortable support? Yet they all command their lentings accorded to her delinquency. And let her not price; but the first hand holds it unjustly. Hence it is be proud that her rectitude, reverently do we speak it, that so very many are crowded into the one occupation holds the world together, (say not fie!) and that if of sewing; (which of course is their proper business ;) the latitudinarian principle of the other sex were ex- that by management of the penurious, it commands a tended to her, with its wretched concession of all that very inferior pay, being no price at all, and the laborer makes life lovely, that life itself were no longer endu- is deprived not only of a sufficient recompense, but also rable.

of that source of comfort which might alleviate and You ask do we mean what we say? Yes, we mean soothe its monotonous and wearying pursuit; for it is exactly what we say. But in our naming of the other “the hope of reward that sweetens labor,” and the poor sex, our proscription were certainly too sweeping unless sewing girl sighs forth in despondency her patient waitwe except all who are worthy to be excepted, and that ing on this poor earth. Can it seem other to her, young exception we certainly do make. And here occurs to though she is? Why should not females work, and be us a reflection which did never occur before, namely, paid too, in the department of the fine and delicate that if the straitness and the strictness of the line which mechanism of watch-making with their father or brothcircumscribes the female, has also produced this immuni-er? I have seen some few so employed, and they prety from sin, then is it worth all that it costs of inconveni- sented a pretty spectacle of contentment and industry. ence, and poverty, and suffering to the individual. And Why, in particular, are not the daughters of druggists each woman should have a soul great enough to merge instructed in botany, chemistry, pharmacy, and in the her own difficulties in this the general cause of conser-manifold varieties of the shop-service, and the vending vative virtue. But we think that some more extension of medicines? I know of nothing that requires a of privilege, and some more participation, both of avo- nicer hand, or a more circumspect attention than medication and emolument, may be granted her, without | cal preparations. And girls, as possessing less buoyant detriment to this paramount principle of her being, as animal spirits, and less divided attention, are better fitit should be. Notice, for instance, the two countriested for this place than boys are. Let the girl be a sub in the world where the intercourse of the sexes, in so- in the store, auxiliary to the father or the brother, and cial and civil life, is the most free and unrestricted, (at give her a certain small salary to elicit her ability, and the same time that they have their canons of propriety, she will do well. Indeed, I have ever thought that the and these might be spelled with another n,) namely, science of medicine, with its diploma, should be won the countries of Scotland and of New England. Will and worn by our sex in common with the other, each any one contradict me in the assertion that they are two for each. Whilst the female is allowed the laborious of the most moral countries in the world? By the arbi- though interesting office of nurse at the sick bed, why trary fiat of custom, grounded in the cupidity of those is she not also prepared and allowed to prescribe as well of the other sex, the female has been debarred from a as to administer the medicine and treatment? Especialparticipation in almost every lucrative branch of busi- ly does the mother of a family require science of this sort ness. There is one, indeed, lucrative enough, (thanks in her domestic relations. Skilled she might be, eminentto the vanity of our own!) which by her better aptitude ly so; for anxiety shall bestow a prophetic sagacity, and she has assumed, with but partial interference of man, || affection supply that lynx-eyed vigilance which a whole if we can call a male milliner a “man”—he being in college of doctors, with all their lights, might in vain deed only the ninth part of one--not so much that he expect to arrive at. In this department my own sex engages in the feminine process of bonnet-making, as are in fault and wanting to themselves. If they would for the unmar.ly over-reaching of the assumption.study the science, we should see perhaps not a Cullen, And for this class what unfair imputation is thrown a Rush, or a Parsons, yet we should see the union of upon the vocation at large, so much so (and that, per- physic and nursing, and we should, in the joy of our haps, was the intended effect) that it debars many a hearts, see the result, and know that the times and the needy girl from this resource. And yet do we think seasons of medicines were at least equal to the mediand believe that there are very many milliners of high-cines themselves, and that the grave-yard were not so ly respectable character. To how few of the occupa densely populated or so rapidly filled, and that many of tions, not to say professions, is the female eligible. She our dear ones were saved to yet more days upon earth. is debarred, indeed, from many of the branches of pro For the “law," we would not wish one of our sex, ductive industry to which, by nature and constitution, even were it suiting and eligible, to be a lawyer. No, she is peculiarly fitted. When, indeed, she does share not to the law, with its piles of untold gold, would we in some of the sedentary employments, the emolu- point a single daughter of want.

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might, there may be more than human fallibility against tary influences of occupation and encouragement, whilst its fair interpretation; and let the woman eschew along the “Savings' Bank” points to competency self-attainwith its knowledge also its experience-let her not ed-happiness, respectability, and independence, all the stand at issue even with its redress, with its delays, its guerdon of the female who has been allowed, in Yan. devices, and all its tender mercies of supererogation, kee language, a “fair chance.” beyond either her gratitude or her ability to compen And now for silk. We do here solemnly and heartsate; yet let her ever reverence the star of justice where ily admonish our sex to cherish the culture, and, as it is.

best suited to themselves, if possible, engross it-not Neither do we think it desirable that females should the cocoon tending, the reeling, and the winding alone, ever hold forth from the pulpit. We think they may but let them have spirit enough to learn and to assume receive of good, and impart of good in other place than all the superior and lucrative processes. And let the in the tabernacle, and that their dictation in holy things man, in these stirring times of external “speculations," (the pulpit being already supplied by the other sex), and “internal improvements," also have “spirit" enough may be more effective from a less elevated point of to leave to the woman (affording her the machinery and sight. Indeed, we think at large, that woman's influ- paying her for her service) this well suited source of ence is best appreciated when least conspicuous. Neith- emolument. Where are our patriots whose banner is er do we presume to offer objection to the custom of of silk? May they unfurl it now-may it woo the female preaching as practiced by one respectable sect; breeze of every clime—may the culture grow and though we think it a better propriety that the custom is thrive-may the morus multicaulis spread abroad and not universal. It may be observed of the Friends, in- | throw her wide arms till they shall shelter every daughdeed, that all their forms and usages of life are so staid ter of indigence in our land, absorbing her ingenuity and regular as to do away, in great part, the principal and industry, and supplying her contentment. And objections to this method, namely, its familiarizing in though the day never returns when a pound of silk is formality of aspect, and its seeming publicity of the equal to a pound of gold, yet shall the day be when (by female leader-strictly speaking, indeed, it is not the proper encouragement) it shall yield a princely return“pulpit;" for the Friends have none. The Quakeress its millions of revenue to the treasury of America. throughout her life has had not only her deportment And now this fair view of the beneficence of nature and demeanor, but also her vanity so subdued to "the inspires the taste of rural life; and let us see amongst rule,” as almost to have eradicated the principle itself— our sex as many sweet rustic farmers, planters, and which, if not entirely vanquished, is yet most com sowers and gatherers as may find place in broad fields, pletely vailed; also is all vivacity of utterance and ex-' the pastures, the rich vales, the meadows, and the varipression strictly forbidden; and her words, especially eties of our north and south, our east and west. on public occasions, are bestowed with a measured dis Whilst we expatiate over the munificent possibilicretion, and are, indeed, like angel visits, “few, and far ties of our land, we have half forgotten our appeal, of between.” And if, in her speaking, she perceives a the weaker to the stronger, for privilege and immuni“call,” it is certainly of "authority," and she has noty-for help and furtherance, and aid, occasionally, and right to resist it, nor have others a right to gainsay it. repeatedly, and for ever; and that in the onerous walks

With the march of civilization female warriors have of civilization the slighter figure and the weaker nerve gone out of fashion. Their day is past, and a Sesos- of woman shall for ever prompt the thought and awatris were as great a monster now as she was then. ken the instinct of a “generous” superiority in “man."

However ambitious we are for our sex, we do not desire to see them in the legislative hall; though where one happens to be the wife of a statesman, and hap If we steal thoughts from the moderns, it will be pens, also, to possess (what is very possible without cried down as plagiarism; if from the ancients, it will any assumption of force or domination) a true, lively, be cried up as erudition. But in this respect, every and buoyant patriotism, she may collate opinions with author is a Spartan, being more ashamed of the discovhim, and in perplexity jump at the right one, finding itery than the depredation. Yet the offense itself may in the bottom of her heart. We have our exceptions, not be so hienous as the manner of committing it; for they are not frequent enough to interfere with feminine some, as Voltaire, not only steal, but, like the harpies, subordination. Ability and benevolence are both salu- befoul and bespatter those whom they have plundered. tary, and each carries its own warrant of power. Uni- Others, again, give us the mere carcass of another ted, they are too strong for us; and we do, to a Mar-man's thoughts, but deprived of their life and spirit. I tineau or a Sedgewick, (for neither is a wife or a have somewhere seen it observed, that we should make mother,) give a more expanded scope of human action, the same use of a book as a bee does of a flower; she and allow to them not the freedom of "country" alone, steals sweets from it, but does not injure it; and those but legislation for their “kind.”

sweets she herself improves and concocts into honey. The cotton factory has for years engrossed the indus- But most plagiarists, like the drone, have neither taste try, and also rewarded the toil of the daughters of New to select, nor industry to acquire, nor skill to improve, England; and notwithstanding the closeness of the re- but impudently pilfer the honey ready prepared from quirement, yet does their enjoyment attest to the salu- ll the hive.

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rain-bow, and is as taunt as Lucifer. She lays off and THE SEA FIGHT.

on, and supplies the enemy with ammunition, encour. ages them in their rebellion, and laughs to scorn all who talk about surrendering. It is a little amusing to

see this craft manæuvering. She is so very crank, that Look out on the troubled ocean of life. Behold she is frequently down on her beam-ends; but is rethat gallant man-of-war! At her peak waves the bloody | markably active in righting again. When any of the ensign of the cross. The pennant of just retribution | infidels are overcome, and jump overboard and swim coils gracefully around her towering main. She is for their lives, to lay hold on the hope set before them, laden with grace, and plentifully supplied with the she generally follows them with a volley of small arms, bread and water of life. She is on a cruise of mercy, and a general hissing. There are some who dread the commanded by the eternal Immanuel; and the crew laughter of her crew, more than they do all the thunthat are with him are called, and faithful, and chosen. der of the law and Gospel. However, great numbers On her stern may be seen, in letters of light, “Tue have deserted the cause of Infidelity, and have laid hold EVERLASTING Gospel.” Omniscience governs the on the hawser salvation. Sometimes Infidelity has helm, and her magazine is the Word of God. She been so weakened by the victories of the cross, that she carries four beautiful sky-lights, and in them are the has been compelled to haul off for a season, to clear names of the holy evangelists of Almighty God, and the wreck, ship fresh hands, repair damages, reeve new she is altogether lovely.

braces, splice back-stays, stop leaks, paint sides, and so But do you see that dark group of picaroons to wind- to disguise and mask her batteries, that she may again ward? It is the squadron of human depravity, that is come into action under more imposing circumstances. bearing down to make war with the Lord and those And all of her crew, who have become any ways cripwho are with him. The first ship that heaves into ac- pled or disaffected, are transferred on board the “Protion is “INFIDELITY.” She is as old as the Gospel. CRASTINATION," which now comes into action. This Although her rigging, at first sight, appears to some to vessel is not so formidable and martial in her appearbe weighty and imposing, yet she has no depth, and if ance as Infidelity, and not so open in her hostility. possible, less burden. She is commanded by the devil, She is a remarkably dull sailor, and is generally manhigh admiral of the black, and in company with other ned with those who are halting between two opinions. mutineers, is convoying the world to hell. Her crew She is commanded by Presumption, steered by Deluare remarkable for their dexterity, and still more re-sion; and although slow, to a proverb, there is not a markable for a wrong application of their powers.ship in all the navy of hell that is better calculated to While danger is at a distance, they are loud and bois-carry souls to perdition. Everyone who enters on terous; but in storms and engagements they skulk cow-board, does it with an intention of deserting at some eringly. Infidelity fights with Satanic spirit. She future period. Indeed the captain favors the idea, and wages the war in malice-with a design to sink the permits the vessel to be rigged with good desires. He Gospel, and turn her crew adrift on the ocean of time, feels that while they are contented to sail in Procrastiwithout a plank of hope to escape on. However, her nation, he is as certain of them as if he had them in shot are formed of very brittle materials-satire, low port, and safely anchored in Lake Infernal. As soon wit, and ridicule, which can make but little impression as Procrastination comes within gun-shot, she hoists a on bulwarks formed of virtue. She belches out, also, beggarly flag of truce, hails the Prince of peace, and many rockets of blasphemy and presumption, which professes to be convinced of the divine structure of the fly harmlessly over the Gospel, like so much spoon-Gospel, and of her invincible power. She declares drift; or if they strike at all, rebound with ten-fold fury that she will strike and come under her lee; but—buton the heads of the assailants. The war, on the part but not now. Meantime she continues slyly to ply her of the Gospel, is a war of mercy. She put out intocarronades. The Gospel does not abate her thunder the world, not to condemn the world, but that the world at all; but pours it in, hot and heavy, broadside after by her might be saved. Hence we find that her guns broadside. However the weapons of her warfare are are principally directed at the hull and rigging of Infi- not carnal, but mighty, through God, to the pulling delity, which have long since been riddled and cut to down of strong-holds. Her shot, made of solid truth, pieces by the force and power of divine truth. It is and molded in love, are taken from the locker of Dithe design of the great Captain of salvation, to expose vine Inspiration. Every bullet has its billet.They the weakness of the shelter, that those who have em- bear various inscriptions, such as, Ps. xcv, 7, 8, “Tobarked in such a wretched cause may be induced today if you will hear his voice, harden not your hearts;" quit the wreck, and seek safety in the ark of salvation.or, 2 Cor. vi, 2, “Behold now is the accepted timeIt is true the Lord, sometimes, by way of example, lays now is the day of salvation.” Sometimes the Lord a notorious sinner low in the scuppers, that others may sends a shaft of judgment and cuts a sinner down, that fear and repent. It has been thought by some, that the survivors may lay it to heart and repent. Even this old frigate of hell would have struck long since, the arrows of God are dipped in compassion and feathwere it not for a little flat-bottomed tender, called || ered with mercy. The incessant firing of the Gospel “Pride,” which is dressed up in all the colors of thell often makes a good impression, and many cry out,

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“We will submit." But it is only those who say, || shall find peace --PEACE! O lovely word! I have “We do submit," who have learned the happy art of sometimes thought that if a foreigner, a stranger to our escaping this fascinating hooker. When the word and language, should hear that sound, he would suspect action pull together, then the sinner leaps from the gun- from its inherent tone, that it was a favorite vehicle of wale of Procrastination, saying, “My heart is fixed— mental treasure. Write it-how fair! Sound it-low O God, my heart is fixed.” But it is to be lamented | melodious! Even national peace is great. that when the enemy sees a disposition in some to sur “When wild war's deadly blast is blown, render, he binds them hand and foot, and removes them

And gentle peace returns," to the old prison ship of Despair. She may be called two nations, at once, are struck tremulous with joy, a prison-ship, because she is so strongly guarded by the and earth's most barbarous regions vibrate with gratuofficers of darkness; nevertheless, there is fighting on lations. In my younger days I used to be singularly board. This ship is perfectly black-waists, bends, and affected by a song, which I heard at sea. bottom. She always carries her dead-lights shipped. itself was homely-very imperfect, both as it regards She is commanded by Despondency, and her gunner the language and the rhyme; but somehow it always is Blasphemy. She is much disabled in her head, and roused a train of feeling within me that was very please fights by fits and starts. Her shot are wild and scat- ant. It was the poetical narrative of a poor man-oftering; and her crew, in their frantic and disordered war's man, who had been pressed and dragged away state, often run out their guns breech foremost, and to fight the battles of his country. It represented the rake their own decks horribly. In one word, they ship as having returned and come to an anchor, in full view themselves as the marked objects of God's dis- view of his native hills, and he goes on to singpleasure. But the Lord deals tenderly with them, and

" As on the yards we lay, often throws out the most favorable signals. He some

Our topsails for to furl,

I heard the pilot say, times hails them through his silver trump, and says,

'Tis peace with all the world." “Come let us reason together, and though your sins In my imagination, I saw the poor man once more rebe as scarlet, I will make them as white as snow.” turned to his native isle; but no prospect of deliverance And again, “Come unto me all ye that labor and are while the war lasted. He mounts the ratlins with a heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Sometimes heavy heart, and lays out on the yard-arm; but just one of the servants of the Lord will encourage them as he is bending over to perform a duty that he had by saying, “It is a faithful saying, and worthy of all often done, and from which he never expected to be reacceptation, Christ Jesus came into the world to save leased, he hears the pilot announce to the officers on sinners;” or, “Such once were some of us; but we deck, “'Tis peace with all the world.” O how sweet are washed, we are sanctified, we are justified by the was this to the poor weather-beaten sailor! And 0, Spirit of our God. Oye despairing sinners, cast your-| how sweet, when the young convert can lay his hand selves on the unbounded sea of God's mercy, and trust' on his bosom, and raise his streaming eyes to heaven, a faithful Lord.” And some do escape even the last, and say, “I have peace in my soul-peace with my sad refuge, Despair, and are picked up by the life-boat God-peace with all the world.” Well might Isaiah of Zion's holy ship.

say, Peace as a river.” Rivers generally originate in Such are the principal enemies which the Gospel has small fountains. They can commonly be traced up to to contend with in the world at large, as well as in the inconsiderable springs, where they head. But as the bosom of many an obstinate sinner. But she is now little stream flows along, other springs and streams unite getting the weather-gage. A little more tacking and their tributary drops; and as the rivulet increases, it beating—a few more long logs and short ones, and she spreads wider, and runs deeper. At first small obstrucwill reach the pleasant latitude of the millenial trade tions may interrupt its course, and control its tortuous winds; and she will have nothing to do but to square way. It may be sometimes surrounded by mighty her yards, run out her stun’-sail booms, hoist every rag, mountains, and inaccessible hills; but as it is reinformake fast the halyards for a full dew, cut away the ced by its numerous and inexhaustible allies, “there downhauls, and drive the triumphant flag of our glo- gathering triple force, rapid and deep it boils, and wheels, rious Lord through the blazing squadron of the enemy, and foams, and thunders through.” And it runs on, demolish the kingdom of darkness, and capsize the widening and deepening as it goes, until it rushes into throne of hell. And thank God, there is no danger of the almost immeasurable ocean. starvation-no fear of a short allowance. We have So the peace of God progresses in the soul. It is heaven for our store-ship, a bountiful Providence for subject to many interruptions in the youthful Christian; our purser, the wine of the kingdom to splice the main and though it may be diverted occasionally by unconbrace, and our bread and our water is sure. All that trollable circumstances, yet it will continually seek to we have to do as a crew, is to keep a bright look-out return to the level of Christian humility. As the young ahead, watch the lee-lurch and the weather-roll, and convert grows in grace and in the knowledge of the stand every man to his station, and victory will be on Lord, new streams of comfort and consolation flow in. the side of Israel. The sinner who renounces Infideli- His peace becomes deeper, spreads wider, and flows ty, cuts loose from Procrastination, and does not sink stronger, until it becomes “a broad river--a river to down in Despair, but believes in the Lord Jesus Christ, I swim in-risen waters that cannot be passed over.”

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Have “taken to them wings and flown away," And he is left alone with misery!

Yea, until he is lost and swallowed up in the boundless ocean of redeeming love. O blessed peace!

The river in its rapid course,

By streams and fountains fed;
At every mile augments its force,

And ploughs a deeper bed.
'Tis first opposed by bars and shoals,

By rocks and mountains 100;
But as th' increasing torrent rolls,

It cuts its passage through.
Then onward moves, with rapid pace,

And an impetuous sweep,
And strains an everlasting race.

To swell the mighty deep.
Just so the Christian's luscious peace,

Enlarges as it flows;
Till lost in Love's unbounded seas,

It quits its narrow shores.
Now scatter'd wide by winds and tides,',

This sacred peace expands;
On waves of righteousness it rides,

And washes distant lands.
Lord, let its chrystal billows roll-

O let the flood increase;
Till love shall reign in every soul,

And wars for ever cease.

The world looks on and wonders! Not a few
Do pity and condole, while others smile
With undisguis'd contempt or fiendish joy,
To see the mighty fall’n! 'Tis thus with man.
He fawns, and flatters, and exalts the theme
Of endless virtues to the Great and High!
But let misfortune, with rude hand, step in
And plunge them in distress, and lo! the song
Of praise dies on his lip; and in its stead
Come the low scoff, the bitter laugh, and jeer!

But God is just! He smites us but to beal!
The proud heart humbled, is man reform'd!
The false will, with its lusts, expiring, dies,
And new desires, and new affections rise.
Self, and the world, with all its glories, cease
To whisper to the soul delusive peace,
And faith exclaims, without one murm'ring sigh,
Sweet are the uses of adversity !"

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“Sweet are the uses of adversity," Shakspeare.

Happy the man who can, in spirit, say,
“Sweet are the uses of adversity!"
Who bows, in meek submission, to the “rod,"
And owns, thro' all, the master-hand of God!
Like to the ocean rock, that proudly lifts

Its head majestic o'er the foaming wave, So doth his soul, in faith's strong confidence,

Rise o'er distress, tho' hell impetuous rave!

What tho' the pride of station once was his-
His house a palace, and his acres large?
What tho' soft luxury's inviting couch
Stood, every ready, to support its charge ?
All these, he freely owns, were far too weak

To calm the tumult of an anxious breast, Or smooth the bed of pain, or cool the rage

Of feverish lust, whose fires never rest!

GALLANTRY VANQUISHED. “WHERE is the man," my vengeance cries,

That dares revile the sex we love?
Where'er he be, whate'er-he dies;

I'll slay him, by the powers above.
I'll drive him to the shades below,

Where Pluto's horrors grimly reign,
To the fierce pains of endless woe,

Bound with a massy iron chain."
Thus spake à valiant warrior bold,

Advancing o'er a spacious plain;
His sable armor deck'd with gold,

Bespoke the greatness of his reign.
His mighty courser prancing high,

With furious swiftness gallop'd round;
He seem'd to spurn both earth and sky,

His noble spirit knew no bound.
As thus the hero rodé along,

An ancient castle rose to view;
Its walls as adamant were strong,

Surrounded by the towering yew.
As he approach’d, the sound of war

Appear'd to issue from the place;
When he arriv'd, he found the fair,

Who dwelt there, plung’d in sore disgrace.
He heard the lady rail and roar,

Abuse her lord with impious words;
Which harrow'd up his soul far more,

Than threats, invasions, fire, or swords.
" I've err’d,” he cried; “Ye gods, forgive,

I thought the fair were angels, sure
I've been deceiv'd, long as I live,

I ne'er will trust what's not secure.
I find that dross is mix'd with gold,

That though some women lovely are,
Yet some, imperious, rash, and bold,
Delight in nothing else but war."

Riches had made him selfish; and his heart,

Grown fat with fortune's lavish gifts, essay'd To swell itself above humanity

A little god! whose will must be obey'd !

All flesh is grass !" speaks forth the mighty One!
Lo! swift as flee the fancies of sweet dreams
Before the shock of some rude thunderbolt,
So all his glory dies ! At first it seems
Some vain illusion, till the startling truth
Flashes athwart his mind-his riches all

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