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associate for the wise, and a gay companion for all. and late, red, white, purple-every variety, from the One step is taken, then another, and another; and,eglantine that climbs to the roof, to the delicate little when a few years have passed away, you see him there, in all the wretchedness of ruined health, happiness, hopes, himself the very picture of ruin. I have wept over this unfortunate, rather than wicked man; but there is scarcely the possibility of relief to such a character, with such a wife and home.

But let us leave this place of desolation. It makes the heart sick to be here. As we pass out, you see a gentleman, neatly dressed, cleanly in appearance, driving a very fine horse, and going with diligence if not speed, as if he were hastening on to some important goal. Let us accost him, for I know him well.

"Good morning, Mr. Harrison. You seem to be in a hurry. This is my friend-a constant reader of the Repository."

"A very good morning to you both. I am not altogether in a hurry, though it has become an idle habit with me to be in haste."

"This is a very commendable piece of idleness, Mr. Harrison, especially as we have but few years to live. Every thing else-the water that runs in the brook-the seed sown in the ground-the seasons in their annual circuit-every thing from the flower on the bough to the globe whirling in midheaven-all are hastening on to the achievement of their destiny. And why not man?"

"You are right, sir, perfectly right. But, gentlemen, please get into my carriage. My wife sends her compliments to you this morning, hoping to have the pleasure of your company both at dinner and tea. Indeed, I came expressly to find you, and I am a most fortunate man. My good sirs, get in."

Well, reader, here we go in the fine carriage of our friend Harrison. You see how neatly his horses are arrayed. Every part of the harness is in order. The mountings are well polished, and the leather is as soft as when new. Our seats are clean, and hardly a spatter of dirt is seen on the wheels. Away we fly, over a beautiful road, and through a fine landscape. All these neat cottages are the property of Mr. Harrison's friends. Groups of girls are seen in the yards; the children are sporting in harmless and healthful frolic over the gravel walks and green grass; and it would seem as if all the inhabitants of the country, old and young, were out, enjoying the luxury of coolness diffused by the breeze of morning breathing through the trees.

But here we are at Mr. Harrison's door. O, what a bower is this! How beautiful and green are all things here! The very house is a bower; and it is surrounded by a perfect bower of bowers! First, next to the fence, stands a row of honey-locusts in full bloom. Next, spruces, hemlocks, cedars, junipers, and other evergreens, are stationed here and there as the representatives of what little is unfading in this world. Then come the roses-the early

anemony, or wind rose, that nods to the breeze on the wall. But to enumerate every bush, and shrub, and green sprig, and vines mounting up and winding round the cottage, and the flowers blooming in neat boxes by the sides of clean paths, and the shaded walks and alleys, some straight and broad, others mere foot-ways, turning and twisting among the green trees to enumerate all these, would be but furnishing a sort of guide-book to one of the most charming Edens I have ever seen.

But let us walk through the long hall to the backyard. How neat, and cool, and clean! But, bless me! the house is roused. A perfect deluge of happy children comes pouring in at every door and avenue. Let us wade through, bestowing proper attentions to the little ones as we go. We can take our observations alone; for our friend, I see, has encountered a snag of little girls and boys, and he must stop and kiss his way through.

Well, here is the back-yard. My friend must be, as he is, a model of modesty; for the greatest ornaments of his residence are concealed. As should be, in some sense, true of every man's mind, you see but the half of what he has till you have passed behind the outside. We have here not only the same profusion of ornamental trees, but a fine gardenorchard of apples, cherries, plums, peaches, and pears. There is a row of quinces, all trimmed to the same shape and height. The whole area is inclosed on the inside of the plank fence, by a close hedge of peach, cropped off, and about three feet high. There is life here, also. There, between two trees, is a street of bee-hives; and the republican little citizens are improving their liberties in a laudable manner. They will not sting you. They have seen gentlemen before. Besides, like all good republicans, when properly treated, they are slow to declare war. But if war comes, they know very well how to take care of themselves.

But the prettiest of all things is that little brook running through the back part of the yard. It is lined with a row of willows on each bank; and the grass on the margin is greener than it is anywhere else. As it falls over a piece of timber at the lower corner of the yard, it makes a cataract, not so large as that at Niagara, but quite as amusing to the children; for I see that little Frank has constructed a small wheel, on an improved pattern; and a little upright saw is jerking up and down, in all the mimicry of the great business world.

But it is time to go in and be introduced. As we pass along, let us take a lingering survey of the whole. What a sweet home is this! Every thing seems to be flourishing and green. There is nothing here to make man mourn. And yet this remaining beech shows, that but few years have been spent in reclaiming this spot from its native wildness. Now,

A SWEET HOME.

the whole landscape is a paradise below. One would almost think the poet had this sweet garden and cottage in view.

"There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,

There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea." But here comes Mrs. Harrison herself, not from the parlor, but from a remote corner of the garden. Her fingers are a little soiled; but her face has caught the color and bloom of her flowers.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, for having been a little engaged when you came. I have two or three refractory roots and bushes, which seem determined, in spite of all I can do, to take their own way. I have just been administering to them a piece of discipline, and trying to inculcate upon them better manners, and, I might almost say, morals; for every thing in this world was created for order and obedience; and plants should be taught to respect at least the laws of beauty and design."

But Mrs. Harrison was herself almost unconsciously fulfilling a much greater law. She was augmenting the domestic enjoyment and protecting the morals of her family, by her efforts to make them all happy at home. I will not detain the reader to tell how the day and evening were spent. I will only remark, that no man, having such a wife and such an abode, could wish to spend needlessly a single hour away. It is scarcely possible for such a person to become a lounger at the taverns, the stores, and the town square. His mind and body, all the sensibilities of his nature, his kindly affections, and every thing good and generous in his soul, have full play and exercise at home. He will be a good, kind, happy husband, so long as he has such a paradise to call out his feelings, and repress every wayward and wandering desire.

But this lady is doing a much larger work. She is training up a large family in the delights of a happy home. Home will ever be a sweet word to them all. They will each strive, in after life, to make themselves one equally beautiful; and so, would others but follow this example, might spread the kingdom of innocence amid flowers, till bloom and beauty should cover the wide world.

And, besides, think of the moral influence of a family brought up in a bower. You are sure to have a family of fine taste and delicate sensibilities. They will be very likely to love retirement and books. The muses would very naturally delight in the companionship of such friends. One may become a poet, and in fancy turn the world to a flowergarden long before its time. Another, in his admiration of the beautiful, the peaceful, and serene, may become a preacher of righteousness, and, to make real the visions of the first, blow the trump of salvation over our valleys and hills. Scholars, historians, authors, are almost certain to rise up from

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such a scene of retirement, occupation, and delight. Mark my words, fair reader: a blessed reward awaits this lady when the records of eternity are unrolled. Mr. Harrison began life as a very poor man. Twice, through excess of kindness to his business friends, he failed. For several months after the first failure, as Mrs. Harrison has told me, he showed strong symptoms of despair. But his excellent wife supported his spirits in his hour of need. It was at that time she began herself to be interested in the cultivation of flowers. Her husband, relieved for the time from public engagements, was greatly in danger of contracting bad habits in the town. But his wife succeeded in rendering him contented and happy at home. Not a morning came without a shrub, or a vine, to be put out or trimmed. My friend soon acquired a lively interest in these things. He was greatly delighted to see them grow. He allowed his children to make little gardens of their In this way he amused himself, and cultivated the better faculties of his children, till a change of times smiled upon his outward prospects again. He has now all the comforts, if not the affluence of life. His mind has been greatly improved by retirement and thought; nor has he been entirely negligent of books. He has a choice collection of volumes; and the works look as if they had been used. With a soul enriched by divine grace, he cannot be otherwise than a happy man. In a word, whenever I think of the family of my excellent friend, I have a most beautiful picture in my mind. It is the picture of piety and cheerfulness amidst flowers. And now as, in fancy, I am leaving his house, my most pressing request of divine Providence is, that all my fair friends may enjoy a sweet home.

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But, strange as it may appear to some, the consummation of this wish depends mainly upon themselves. It would seem a rude thing to send a lady into the garden, or back-yard, with bush-knife and hoe. But remember, gentle reader, the husband and the brother have a great press of business in town. Unless incited by your example, they will neglect every thing till "next year," which is the same as not doing it at all. Besides, as a general thing, they have not the requisite taste for this work. They will do the hard digging, and spading, and cutting, if you will only give them directions, and lead the way. It will improve your health, your taste, your enjoyment of life, to exercise a little in the open air. But, above all, you will shortly have what I have wished for all-a SWEET HOME.

The Turkish women, they say, have no souls; and so it should seem; for the debasing influence of polygamy admits of no indication of a soul. At the same time, the men who impose this hard law, reduce themselves to the same condition, and should share alike in its infamy.

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JESUS, A MANIFESTATION OF THE FATHER.

JESUS, A MANIFESTATION OF THE FATHER. { speaks in the Gospel of his Son. Those who then

BY REV. R. SAPP.

listened to the words of Jesus, heard the voice and wisdom of the Father; for he declared that he "spake to the world those things he heard of him”— heard of him before he laid aside the robe of divin{ity, or "emptied" himself of the Godhead's gloryheard of him, while dwelling in the Father's bosom, before a sun, or star, or world, or angel, or man was created, luxuriating in the holy love and friendship of the blessed Trinity! From this eternal fountain, the Son brought forth the spiritual wisdom of Jeho{vah, and spread it out, not only to the gaze of man, but a universe of wondering and adoring intelligence. In the miracles performed by Jesus, we have a manifestation of the uncreated power of God. "My Father worketh hitherto, and I work." This declaration was made to the clamoring Jews, immediately after

To "manifest," is to exhibit, to develop, to illustrate: thus, a landscape, lying in richness before the eye, is a sensible display of the beneficence of the Parent of the world, and develops a quality of beauty existing in the Creator which will place the robe of loveliness on all objects of his creating power. Jesus, to be a manifestation of the Father, must be, in his nature and life, a living expression of the Father's natural and moral perfections. This may be what the apostle means when he declares him to be the "express image of his person," and } "the brightness of his glory," and "the image of the invisible God." The same truth is contained in the Savior's own remarkable language to his disci-healing the diseased man at the pool of Bethesda, ples, "He that hath seen me, hath seen the Father; and how sayest thou then, Show us the Father?" It will be interesting for us to inquire how Jesus is a manifestation of the Father, or how the Father is seen in the Son.

The sermons, parables, and words of Jesus are an exhibition of the Father's wisdom. "Never man

and contains a declaration of an ability or power of working equal to that possessed by the Father.

We are astonished when we contemplate the miracles performed by Christ. His miraculous powers were distinguished from those possessed by all other divine teachers. They seem not to have been granted, like those of Moses, for example, only occasion

spake like this man." The discourses of the Re-ally, and to meet some great public exigency, but to

deemer contain a clearer, brighter exhibition of the wisdom and purposes of the Father than all preceding revelations. They are a pure transcript of God's intellectual and moral powers; and from the beauty and clearness of these sublime lessons committed to the learning of human beings, they are able to educe the character of the great Parent of man and angels. For ages before the birth of Christ, the will and wisdom of Jehovah was gradually revealed to the world through the medium of angels and inspired men, and by the use of types and enigmas; and, from the obscurity and dimness of these channels of communication, it could not be expected that the great purposes of the Father, in the redemption of man, and the plans and principles of his government, would be free from obscu- { rity. But when the fullness of the times had come for the assumption of humanity by the eternal Word, who had dwelt from eternity in the bosom of the Father, we find that Immanuel, God with us, stands up in the midst of the human race to teach man, with clearness and authority, these great truths. Hence, the Gospel is replete with instruction upon the momentous subjects which interest and concern mankind-the character of God-the precepts of his spiritual kingdom-the end for which man was created, and its contravention through sin-salvation { from sin and death, through Christ-the endless life to which the redeemed are destined, through Him who hath brought life and immortality to light-the purity of heart he can obtain in this life, and the happiness to which it will lead in the world to come. On these sublime and interesting subjects the Father

have resided in him perpetually, and to have been used at his discretion. Let the imagination, for a moment, be with him and his disciples at midnight on the bosom of Genesareth, and witness his authority over the angry elements.

"The winds were howling o'er the deep,

Each wave a watery hill:

The Savior, waken'd from his sleep,

He spake, and all was still."

The same authority and power is evinced on every occasion when he performs miracles. Maladies disappear at his touch-the spirits are subject to him, and, at his command, retire from their victims-the bands and cords of death tremble, and are broken at his word, and the dead are restored to life. And, during the miraculous ministry of the blessed Redeemer, how many hearts were gladdened, how many tears were dried, how many families rejoiced, and how much suffering disappeared throughout Judea! One instance from the many will be sufficient to illustrate this feature, in these miracles of power performed by Christ. We behold him coming to the tomb of a friend who had been dead four days. The sisters of the deceased were giving utterance to the feelings of humanity. Martha and Mary were weeping for Lazarus! Jesus sympathized with them; for he, too, loved Lazarus; yea, Jesus wept! But with the power of a God he called him from the tomb, and restored him to the arms of the weeping sisters, and bound up their bleeding hearts. Was this not as near as perceptible a manifestation of the presence and power of the invisible God as could be made to the senses of mortals?

JOHN MILTON.

In the life of Jesus we have a most pure and brilliant development of Jehovah's moral perfections. "In him dwelt all the fullness of the Godhead bodily;" and in his face was seen the "light of the knowledge of the glory of God."

Holiness, love, goodness, justice, and compassion are perfections of Jehovah, and are the most interesting manifestations of his nature yet made to human beings. The contemplation of these attributes of God act as great moral levers to lift the pious meditant into a likeness of his Maker, and approximate him to the graces of heavenly beings. These attributes existed in absolute perfection in Jesus Christ; and, during his ministry on earth, were displayed in a form of purity and excellence never before witnessed. He lived to illustrate and declare them, though he died for our offenses, and was raised again for our justification.

Holiness is an attribute of God. "God is holy;" and where has there ever been a brighter exhibition of purity than we have in the life of the Son? His life, his words, his thoughts are a mirror of beauty and purity spread out to the gaze and admiration of fallen man. How sacred, and how lovely! What a perfect model for imitation!

Love is an attribute of God. "God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that who

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around that habitation, we can witness the grief and desolation which had entered. Heart-broken and stricken, attended by a numerous company of friends and neighbors, endeavoring, but incapable of soothing her sorrows, and sympathizing with her in her grief, she is following her son to his last restingplace, to take the final adieu until the resurrection morn; and, if a Sadducee, for ever. But, happily for the sufferer, they meet the itinerating Son of God, and the heart-rending scene is soon changed. He witnesses the agony of the bereaved mother, and is moved with compassion at her distress. He bids her weep not, and in the next moment commands the dead son to arise, and restores him to life and to his mother's arms. What joy immediately possesses her poor stricken soul! and what wonder follows the Son of God as he pursues his journey! The multitude are astonished, and say one to another, "Surely a great prophet has risen up among us;" and that "God hath visited his people."

The justice of God against incorrigible wickedness is strikingly displayed in the thrilling and stern rebukes of the Scribes and Pharisees, and the woes denounced against the cities of Judea.

We might continue to develop these features of our Redeemer's character-features which give additional interest and charms to his already interest

soever believeth in him, should not perish, but haveing and mysterious personage-a personage whom everlasting life." And Jesus so manifested the Father's love in giving his life a ransom for the world, that it transcends every exhibition of uncreated love the human race, and, perhaps, angels have ever enjoyed. As thus exhibited, it so completely transcends every other display of infinite love, as to have caused inspiration to constitute it the leading motive to prompt man to the love of his fellow-man. Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.

Goodness and compassion are attributes of God. We have, in the entire ministry of Jesus, exhibitions of these perfections of the Father; but for their illustration we will be confined to the character of his miracles. In every instance, their design was the removal of wretchedness and misery, and the production of happiness. How godlike, and what a display of Divine goodness we have in his feeding the five thousand, lest they should faint and perish by the way!

we admire and adore, because he concentrates all perfection, all goodness, all wisdom, all power within himself because he is the enshrinement of the Godhead, and in him dwells and is seen the beauty of the Lord of hosts. And we may cast our hopes above the bounds and visions of this present world, and take in the expectation that this Jesus, who has ascended on high, will remain the leader and head of the redeemed in heaven, and will constitute the medium through which the universal Spirit will be seen, and known, and studied for eternal ages.

JOHN MILTON.

When

JOHN MILTON was an obscure schoolmaster. he had written and published his Paradise Lost, a poem unsurpassed in any language, the greatest critic of that age pronounced it "an idle tale," and the first edition hardly found a sale. Now the name of Milton is associated with that of Homer, Virgil, Dryden, and the most illustrious of every age. His conceptions, his sentiments, his language, are now a part and parcel of the English and American mind. His works have made an impression which no conceivable event can efface. He is quoted on all occasions by the learned; and the common people speak his opinions, in their own words, when they imagine every thing to be original with themselves. No man of

Again: what an exhibition of compassion is presented in his raising the son of the widow of Nain! How touching and tender the incidents! She was a widow, and the mother of an only son. Upon him her affections and hopes for this life were placed, and cherished with a mother's fondness. He was the stay and delight of her smitten and forsaken habitation. But death, ever ruthless, and never satisfied, entered this solitary and already smitten dwell-genius has effected more for succeeding generations, ing, and robbed it of its stay and staff, and left the widowed tenant to pine and die of grief. By hovering

and no man has, at this moment, as a literary benefactor, a higher fame. FRANK.

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THE reader must not suppose, from the title of the writer, that the little trip was taken in New England. Far from it. There are Yankees in almost every part of the world. Wherever they are, they are very likely to be riding, at least, if they are not walking, or running; for they are proverbially a busy, restless people. But to our trip.

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On Saturday of a certain week in June last, I left a little town, situated on a branch of the Wabash river, to make a winding tour through the country to the great Queen City of the west. The first day's ride brought me to Indianapolis. This, as all the world knows, is the capital of the state of IndiBut there is one fact which all the world does not know; and that is, that that same city of Indianapolis is one of the most beautiful places in existence. Its streets are very broad, and the side pavements are wider than I ever saw them anywhere else. Besides, every thing looks clean and cheerful. The public buildings are large, and make a splendid appearance. The two banks are among the finest in the west, if not in the country. And then, there is the great Capitol, or State House, standing up amidst the green trees in architectural grandeur. Its colonnades are very imposing; and its whole aspect is truly magnificent. The Governor's Circle is another place of great natural beauty. It is adorned with a large mansion, spacious enough for any governor and his familiy. But, singular as it may seem, the present chief magistrate, having been till recently a single man, has had no need for so big a house; and the building has been occupied by clerks, and lawyers, and judges, and I know not what.

flowers are the very emblems of good taste; and, by this rule, I would set down the present citizens as unsurpassed in this amiable quality. But taste is good morality. It is a teacher of morals; and Indianapolis is as green in its virtues as in its

trees.

On the Sabbath, I visited both of the Methodist churches. Their congregations are large and highly intelligent. In the afternoon, on going into the vestry of the eastern church, I saw a sight that gave me sincere pleasure. It was the governor of the state instructing a Sabbath school class of little boys. The boys seemed to be as easy in his company, as if he had been the father of them all. No doubt they thought it mighty nice to have a governor for their teacher; and the teacher seemed to be as well pleased as they. I was also informed that the governor's lady-a recent acquisition to her husband, as well as to the statewas at the same time performing the same office for a class of young ladies at the central charge. The governor and his lady, both endowed with rare accomplishments of mind, will, no doubt, with a little experience and training, make very acceptable teachers in the school; and this is saying something, when we consider that that school is commonly regarded as the best in the state.

Now, will the reader go with me along the great National Road? By the way-for I now suppose we are riding-that road is now any thing but a national one. It has been absolutely abandoned by the nation, and looks all along like a splendid failure. At this season of the year you can travel on it very well; but it is none the better for being national. It would be about as good if it were natural. In fact, a natural road through the same tract of country would be quite as passable; and then the nation would not have to suffer the disgrace of it. If a man wishes to know what he is made of, or whether his skull can be cracked by good hard thumping, let him take stage from Indianapolis to Dayton. If he

he is not made of pipe metal.

The different churches of Indianapolis are quite elegant. They are also sufficiently numerous. The best of them are those belonging to the two Presby-have left five sound bones in his body, he may know terian societies, and those in course of construction and completion for the Methodist charges, eastern and central. Roberts chapel, belonging to the eastern charge, is nearly finished, and is an honor to that intelligent, tasteful, and enterprising parish. The central house is now on its second year, and will be, perhaps, ready for use by next autumn. It bears a great resemblance to the Union church of Philadelphia. It may be regarded as a model. Societies in its vicinity, which are about to build, would do well to look at it before drafting their plans. They will certainly get new ideas by so doing.

From May till October, Indianapolis is almost completely concealed by the thick foliage of its trees. There must have been an extraordinary degree of good taste in its earliest inhabitants; for men without taste never set out trees. Trees, shrubbery, and

The country between Indianapolis-which I will call the Embowered City-and Cambridge, is very rich and fertile. The towns, however, are not very ornamental to the nation's big road, till you get to Dublin. That is a beautiful place. The others are quite sorry in their general aspect, excepting, of course, many fine houses in them all. I saw less shrubbery in every one of them than I expected. Most of the buildings in some of them are old and shabby. Many of them looked as if they had been shaking for about four or five seasons with the ague; and it almost brought the paroxysms upon me to look at them. Every thing seemed to be shaking off from them. The shingles on the roofs were all out of joint; and many a poor son of a weatherboard hung dangling by one nail.

There was one in particular that gave me great

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