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LADIES'

REPOSITORY.

FOR A U GUST 1851.

A WEEK IN PHILADELPHIA.

the breadth of the city comes more into view,

and your own little self makes but another of The city of William Penn is a great and the hundred thousand of Lilliputians on the beautiful city. Our visits there have been suffi- shores and in the streets. Alone in the great ciently wide apart, by intervening years, to en- city! What a feeling! But what a relief comes able us to notice distinctly the changes which when the spirit of the Gospel inspires the soul American Progress produces in such a field as with those ideas of moral relationship which this. Venerable to the Christian and the patriot transforms the stranger into a member of the must Philadelphia ever be, by virtue of the mo- same spiritual fainily, a dweller in the city ral beauty and majesty of its Founder, and the “ whose Maker and Builder is God." Should scenes of the First Congress of the United Colo- accident require for us aid, how out of these nies, when on the air of this city floated the seemingly rude and selfish crowds would rush Declaration of Independence as read from the friendly hands to our relief-all the restraints of steps of " Independence Hall," and borne afar

an iron conventionalism would broken asunby the clang of the prophetic bell in the tower. der, and we should find how speedily opened is Its regular streets, its imposing buildings, the the treasure house of human sympathies when vast and elegant show of marble, the one hun- the electric touch is given to the secret spring. dred and seventy Churches, the Banks, the pub- Such thoughts make us at home in the strange lic edifices, the Parks, the presence of water in land, prompt us to bear patiently with the rough abundance, its Libraries and Schools, render outside of the noisy and wrestling throngs, and Philadelphia a gorgeous and wealthy place to animate us on our way as singing of their own the stranger and a pride to the citizen. We went

sweet will they make melody in the heart. thither last May to spend two Sabbaths with our To avoid the smothering crowd of hackmen, friends of the Locust Street Church, (" The we passed on with luggage in hand, though the Church of the Messiah,”) and now make a few rheuinatic fiend had us “on the hip,” but all notes of the many things we saw and the

along our way we were persecuted first, by the thoughts they suggested. They are but our patter of the drizly rain, and next by the patterdaily letters home. We left Providence on Fri- ing feet of young runners who thought it terriday evening, and the noon of the next day shone bly wrong that “a jintleman” should carry his dimly on the city in the distance as we looked own baggage. But the Exchange came in view, out to behold it.

and the right kind of a curve brought us round Disembarking from the cars at Tacony, we to South Third Street, where we were to find a entered on board the steamboat that by an half friend whose countenance was ever present to hour's sail was to bear us to the great city. our imagination as seen at our great festivalWhen the noise and bustle called us out of the the meetings of the General Convention. The retreat which rheumatic tortures made us scek, house was home to us, and there in quiet freethe city was seen veiled in the mist of a cold don we were to spend the home hours of a week aud drizly north-easter. It seemed to come out in Philadelphia. The storm increased, and right from the mist to meet us, as though there was a merrily now sounded the rain as it made the necessity to be seen nearer in order to remove glass of the windows its tambourine. In cheerthe unfavorable first impression upon the trav- ful conversation the evening passed, and with eler. There is something grand in this approach thanks for a week's mercies and hopes for the to a vast city like Philadelphia-to notice how morrow, we slept to find sleep“ nature's sweet diminutive huge and massive objects become as restorer." Vol. XX.

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A rainy Sabbath! So it must be, and why

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be dedicated probably in September or October

of this year.

make it more dreary by complaint and fretfulness ? Let fair weather be in the heart, and accept the day for what it is--a time of holiest culture for the soul. The day being rainy, we could not, of course, see much of the beauty and fashion of the city in the streets, but nevertheless the Chimes of Christ's Church, and the bells of the churches, though too hurriedly rung, gave a pleasant music to the morning. One of the sights that attracted us was a procession of Catholic orphan children, preceded and succeeded by sisters of charity, on their way to church. They were dressed in a sombre uniform-their costume being entirely black hoods and cloaks, with but a line of white about the neck; they looked like a row of drooping willows we once saw, covered with smoke from a blacksmith's shop. We could hardly catch any view of their faces, and could not keep out of our thoughts sad misgivings that the joyousness of childhood was lost to these little ones, and on their young minds was put the pressure of ascetic devotions that wither the strongest energies of the developed woman. I passed in the evening a large church of the Catholics, with three illuminated windows at the rounded corner of the building-the centre one presenting a huge cross, that shines afar as a beacon-to guide the devotee to the altar, and to alarm the bigoted Protestant to fight more vigorously against Popery.

Passing Dr. Furness' neat church, whose four marble columned portico gives it a fine appearance, we soon looked up to see the towers and building of the new Universalist Church in Locust Street. It is one of the handsomest church edifices we have seen. We, of course, did not see it under circumstances favorable to a right appreciation of its beauty, as the confusion of the process of building was be

But the proportions are most excellent; the style to our liking exactly; and we have no doubt the finishing of the whole will make this temple of worship a truly elegant and impressive church. It is situated, as we judged by a map, seven-eighths of a mile from the nearest Universalist church, and the neighborhood of its location is most excellent. We trust our friends will be successful in their enterprize, for they are a body of warm and vigorous spirits, willing to do their part in the work of Christians. May the erection of this church be more than the opening of a new fountain or park--a means of contributing to the moral health of humanity in the city. It is called “The Church of the Messiah," and will cost $25,000. It will

Outside of the new church in Locust Street, we saw little to remember that rainy Sabbath. We preached morning and evening in our offhand way-first, on Saul at the martyrdom of Stephen, and second, on the Elements of the Blessedness of Faith. We enjoyed the Sabbath services, though not a little singular is the custom here to curtain from the sight of the congregation the choir-like the seclusion of the women in Jewish synagogues in a gallery by themselves. We can but regard this custom as “ more honored in the breach than in the obsery. ance." The kindling eye and face has much to do with the power of fully expressing a holy thought or feeling. Emotion may quiver in the tone, and the full halleluiah of the heart may measurably come forth in the gushing voice, but "the human face divine," has its own measure of revelation. Supremely is this seen in Jenny Lind. The fountain of song pours its etherial essence through every pore of her face, and her eyes sparkle and glow and glitter till they shoot arrows of light that make music as they are winged to our sight. Measurably the same transforming power is seen in every face where the soul of music plays on the chords of true feeling. What a power for impression the preacher would lose were he veiled! But customs and usages are strange things mid different people, and we have no more desire to attempt a crusade against such fashions as this veiling of the sweet singers, than to say any thing of the custom of wearing in the streets those veils which only square off the face into chequers, by the daguerreotyping sun, as though woman's cheek was to be made a chess-board, upon which invisible sprites are to play their games of love and chance. A lady remarked to me, that nothing seemed more strange when she first attended worship in Boston, than the sight of the singers. Undoubtedly for a while it would disturb the devotions of such an observer, but soon the contrast would be found to be compatible with the same spirit of worship. Some birds dart heavenward, others rise by spiral circles, but it matters not what the method may be, if they both speedily reach the blue skies,

fore us.

“ Where nothing earthly bounds their flight,

Nor shadow dims their way.”

The Sabbath is gone-even while we sat talking with our host, for, to our astonishment, when taking our watch out to wind it up, we found

the time a quarter past one! But notwithstand- made by the shops of a great city. These are ing the wise talk of physiologists about a quiet among the first of the sights we select to gaze brain for hours before retiring to insure good upon and study. The best articles of skill and sleep, the benediction of that gracious power taste, the newest inventions and the latest fashspeedily descended as though newly invented, ions, are always exhibited in the windows, and and performed all that could be desired for a the streets are really thus made a world's fair in "successful experiment.”

the vast crystal palace of the pure atmosphere Rain, rain, with the morning. This was not of a bright May morning. What gorgeous put into the bill of expectations when we came paintings, what beautiful and magnificent enhere, and it had the same effect on our ideal of gravings, what exquisite pieces of needle-work, the weather we were to enjoy, as the sight of a what ingenious contrivances for the arts or dolady eating had on Byron-the charm was gone. mestic utilities, were to be seen in the shop But the soul-barometer must point to “Fair windows! And then too, the beauty and gaiety Weather" on its index, and so it did. We had that animated the streets, for though Walnut entered with dutiful temper the school of Self- Street is the thoroughfare of fashion on the SabReliance for a week, and on the independent bath, Chestnut Street holds that rank on the principle live we would-that length of time. other days of the week. To find rest, the AcadSo the rain beat, and we did not care. The hail emy of Fine Arts was entered, and as a catacame rattling against the window panes, but we logue was offered for sale, the thing was refused were in glory. The winds whistled and halloed by the sudden thought, If a picture does not tell as though we were in the woods and they would its own story, let it go. As to knowing the arbelp us out, but we heeded them not. They had tists, there is no room for that in this brain to. got up a storm and we a sermon. The storm is day. Fine halls are here,-one of statuary, the passed, but the sermon is left, bearing record in others hung round with paintings. Four years its imagery of the wild day on the forenoon of and a half have passed since our last visit, and which it was written. It is the great lesson of many changes have taken place; but here are Christian philosophy to put all ills into the body still the great paintings of Benjamin West,-keep them from reaching farther, and thus “Death on the Pale Horse,” and “Christ Healpreserve a controlling and conquering force in ing the Sick.” The latter is astonishing for its the citadel of the soul. It is sad to be impris. contrasts of the various sicknesses which were oned by the storm in a city whose beauties and oppressing those who were brought to Christ to wonders you fain would go forth to see ; but the be healed. There is a beautiful picture here, of, height of folly in such a case is, to thrust one's as we supposed, Hylas, and no wonder he went self into an inner dungeon and the stocks by down into the water with the naiads if such fretfulness and wrestling with inevitable evil. eyes were on him, and such lips kept up the perThe brain in the little dome of this living organ- sistent music of the persuasive utterance of ism of ours, is free from the pains that have be- “Hylas!" You could almost see the graceful set it for months, and in a brief freedom from forms of the naiads making the waters yield, associations that remind of cares and anxieties, and Hylas sinking with them to their coral the spirit of existence seeins endowed with new home. Did ever a delicate hand lay more convitality and exuberant animation. We will be queringly on the shoulder of man! At a direct happy to-day.

angle from this mythological picture was a real Morning again. Thank God for clear skies, Yankee scene- A Pic Nic in the Woods. On for notwithstanding we wind ourselves very the right the river is seen, and near the forehigh as spiritual beings, we are made to know ground, amid trees, a young woman is plucking that we have bones and joints and nerves to deal flowers alone; then in the centre, the table is with. To-day the weather is extremely beauti- | spread, with all luxurious eatables and some ful. The storm left us during sleep hours, and justly proscribed drinkables; on the right of the we have a purely bright and warm day. Though centre picture, a gentleman is playing a violin, Jameness reminded of body, the mind was ac- to the great delight of a child and his mother, tive by curiosity, and forth we went sauntering while a roguish maiden stands on tip-toe behind along the crowded streets, disposed to turn him with a little sprig tickling his forehead, every thing into contributions to a vast muse

producing that sport in those who observe the um, looking in upon the shows of print-shops act which affords a fine contrast with those who and jewelry stores, and enjoying the exhibitions are absorbed simply in the music. Opposite

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this gentleman is another with a flute hanging tle is made of those recurring seasons which from his hand, he smoking, listening to the mu- ought to be marked as festival seasons, linking sic of the violin. Children are round him, and the past with the present, and setting up, as it near them a woman standing upright, holds a were, memorial tablets to aid memory in looktumbler in her hand pledging another, who, at a ing back to by-gone years. Quiet, happy, mer. small table, responds in the distance,-they evi- ry domestic festivals, uniting the old and the dently being two who do not wish lovers and

young of the family in one common sentiment, have no notion of ever dying the “relict” of cannot but do good. They remind the parent somebody. On the left is a “love scene," – very forcibly how years are passing, and what gentleman reclining on a bank behind a lady, claims the increasing growth of his children talking to her, with his hand on her shoulder, makes upon him. It was a wise thing when she seeming not to notice him, yet listening the Church embraced in its holy days a day comwith intense interest. In the background is a memorating the Holy Innocents who fell by gipsey scene,-a fire, a kettle on it, and all the command of Herod when the life of the infant incidentals that make up the idea of freedom Jesus was sought. How touchingly on the reand comfort for a day in the woods. The back- currence of that day might the Christian think ground of the centre carries the eye to beauti- on the various ways in which innocents have fully arching woods and the river, suggesting been made to suffer by the theological Herods the busy life to which a brief sail may bear the who have dashed out the joyous life of the heart. party away from the scene of the Summer Day

This Wednesday afternoon a ride was enjoyFrolic. An exceedingly animated picture pre- ed, in the carriage of "mine host,” throngh the sents a group in a parlor while an enthusiast is

city and a circuit of six miles on the return, singing, in 1792, the Marseilles Hymn. But

amid the suburbs of the city and the country bethe picture that pleased the most was evidently yond. Among the most egant of the palaces The Convalescent. The scene is a room in an

we passed, there were three that had singular old English mansion. A beautiful and sweet

stories;-one, a magnificent affair, with exten. eyed maiden sits in an easy chair in the centre

sive ornamented grounds and every possible reof the piece; the physician has just touched her

finement, was built by a gentleman who has lost pulse, and with a smile that is a volume of rev- all his children, and the splendid arrangements elation, he has evidently said, The crisis is past !

for their comfort, seem but mockeries of human An elder sister stands by the chair with her

hope. The second is a fine edifice, owned once by hands laid palm to palm, and a most devo.

a man dying of ennui, and who got up a company tional look, as she gazes upward in smiling

to go to Mexico during the late war, and left in thankfulness; a little brother on the other side,

that country his bones, he having died of one of has his round, full eyes made larger and his rosy

the diseases of that peculiar climate. The third cheeks rosier by participating in the general joy,

was built by a young man to whom his father while the aged father, sitting by the fire-grate, left three hundred thousand dollars ; he was clasps his hands in devout praise.' The senti

deemed the "bright" son, while his brother was ment of the picture is very sweet and touching. It is addressed to and reaches universal sympa

deemed a dummy. He began this building, the

marble itself costing over twenty thousand dolthies.

lars, the land twenty-one thousand, so that the But this evening in doors we had a domestic edifice when completed cost over eighty thouspicture, surpassing tableau or pantomime—the and dollars. The young man run out every festival of a little boy's sixth birth-day. He was thing, died prematurely, his house was sold for full of the matter, and having assured us that

twenty-three thousand dollars. The other brothwe should be of “the party" and "have some,” er is thriving, having added to the legacy left we became the poet of the occasion and wrote a

him, pursuing a rational mode of living. What birth-day song. Harry is an imaginative boy, stories are linked with many a dwelling of imfull of quirks and turns, wise saws and great posing appearing-stories that tell how false are sayings, and we had a merry time. The "po- the ideas so commonly entertained, that wealth etry” was read; the laugh was free, and then

and happiness are necessarily at one, and teachcame Harry's "treat,” and we were surely treat- ing us anew the lesson of the hymn,ed well, the bon bons affording some rich specimens of amatory poetry, especially funny when

- If solid happiness we prize, drawn forth by a six year old pilgrim. Too lit

Within our breasts the jewel lies,

Nor need we roam abroad;

dor in which he once lived, the festal lamps and The world has little to bestow,

the garlands that once adorned the halls of the From pious hearts our joys must flow,

joyous. The ice-house of the old mansion is Hearts that delight in God.”

now the receiving tomb! Where wines were

cooled, the crimson current is now kept frozen. The architecture in Philadelphia is, in general, Asier leaving this lovely, but, to the imaginaof an imposing character. The long ranges of ry, sad spot, we took our course through what white marble faced dwellings are very beautiful, is called West Philadelphia, enjoying the handthe simplicity of their elegance is enhanced by some cottages and neat grounds, witnessing here the plain shutters which take the place of blinds and there the presence of the common intermixwith us. These shutters are very convenient ture of real worth and showy shams-speciwhen the heat or dust, or any domestic exigence mens of a Quixotic taste run mad, the "cottage" requires the utter exclusion of the light and heat; looking like nothing imaginable save a fantastiand as they are uniformly painted white, the cally dressed beauty in spasms. A poorly framcrape which is hung upon them in case of a

ed house, wrenched into every conceivable twist, death in the family, is very conspicuous, arrest- and inade to stick so, would have as much preing attention in a moment. The people here tensions to beauty as these latter productions of hare a rule in reference to the use of this mourn

"ariistic skill”- these wiggling comicalities in ful symbol, -increasing the crape according to the building line. We saw workmen evidently the relation or age of the person who has died, stopping some leaky places on the roofs, at the so that it can easily be known whether a child

union of the two twisted curves, and we could or an adult has met the great change. The cus

but think of the leaky taste that lost the soul of tom is good, preventing those salutations and

beauty. We took our way over a delightful emmanners which are out of place, proceeding from inence -- Prospect Hill-and describing a gracea lively and joyous heart, ignorant of the sad sul curve we came to a fine turnpike road, and bereavement which has changed the feelings of came over the Wire Bridge to Fairmount. Here the household. Even the passer by will bush is a grand resort for Philadelphians. By the wathe loudness of his tone in conversation and ar

ter works here the great city is supplied with rest the noise of his footsteps, as the moving

water. They are situated on the east bank of crape tells him Death has entered the home he

the Schuylkill, two miles east of the city, occuis passing.

pying an area of thirty acres. The crowning Passing beyond the boundaries of the city eininence is an hundred feet above mid tide in proper, we crossed the Schuylkill over the rail. I the Schuylkill and fifty-six above the highest road bridge, and soon " the common air was grounds in the city. Here are four reservoirs, balm." The Retreat for the Insane, with its capable of holding twenty-two millions of galfine walks and healthy prominence, woody lons. Steps lead to a graveled pathway whereshades and enliveping prospects, was met ; and from these reservoirs may be surveyed, and a nest the ample Alms House, with its extensive fine prospect of the surrounding country enjoygrounds and healthy situation. Passing these ed. By a change since the establishment of we entered a new burial place-Woodland Cem- these works, water power takes the place of etery. It was formerly the residence of a wealthy steam, at a difference in the daily cost of seven gentleman, who must have had

delightful dollars compared with two hundred and six ! grounds when all were in order. His mansion

Every where in the city the presence of water was in the rear of a splendid array of forest trees testifies to its abundance, and the shining white of various kinds, many of which have been cut

marble steps and the cleanly bright sidewalks, down. The land as you enter is singularly un- give a sense of refreshment to the pilgrim from dulating, crowning and sloping with one effect, oiher and less watcred cities. Here, at Fairthe carriage paths winding round amid pleasant mount, is a beautiful place to pause. Would scenes, carrying you to the rear of the mansion,

that we were as near to it in reality, this warm from the platform or windows of which you have day, as we are in imagination. a fide view of the Schuylkill, and, in the distance, the Delaware. The house is in decay,

Conclusion nert month.] and there is a hue of melancholy cast over the whole picture by the thoughts forced on one's mind by calling up the late owner and the splen

MOTHER! a magic word, acting as a talisman of hope to the erring but repentant child.

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