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HAWAII,
BY ANNE M. PRESCOTT.
VOLUME I.
HONOLULU:
HAWAIIAN GAZETTE CO.'S PRINT,
I899.




Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year I899, by Anne M. Prescott
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.




HAWAII.


God bless Hawaii.
O flawless Pearl turned out
By Nature's cunning, lavish hand!
So rich and fresh, so pure,
As passeth man to understand,
In ocean vast, this unique climeAn fabric wondrous, for all timeGod bless Hawaii!
God bless Hawaii.
The rainbow land of promise sure and trueA Queen Mab's warp and woof
All through and throughOf sea and sky and air, a dower royal;
None can but love and praise,
Then bend the knee, in adoration loyal.
God bless Hawaii.
Now let us all unite to sing,
"Make Jesus King; make Jesus King!"
And ev'ry child its glowing tribute bring,
To on the altar of Hawaii, fling;
Till, high as Tantalus the note shall ring:
"Make Jesus King, make Jesus King!"
Then will God bless Hawaii.




OUR. RAINBOW LAND.


"I (lo set my bow in the clouds."
It would seem, from the most glorious rainbows presented for
our consideration and admiration ever seen in any skies, that this
little land of HIawaii, a mere speck on the map of the middle Pacific, and a few square miles only of land, lying on its peaceful
surface, and broken into unequal bits at that, the largest of the
eight, the King, the "big island," having but 4,210 square miles,
and the smallest 63, it would seem, I say, as if this were the
special "land of promise' -"A land wherein thou mayest eat bread
without scarceness"-a land of color and of wealth.
We are not overlooked here by any neighbor, the nearest coast,
gold mine, wheat field or vineyard-the "Golden Gate" being
2,100 miles away-hooray! We are exclusive! Ahem! The
little capital, Honolulu, on this third-in-size-and-fourth-in-importance islanld-Oahu-we are going to spend a little time in. and
then we will journey on to Kauai, the "garden island"-the
Queen, as I call her. She is worth one's pen and time let me
assure you. We will then turn our faces, starting again from the
steamer-wharf of the Capital, in a southeasterly direction and we
will pass the little Lanai, of 50o square miles, only devoted to the
raising of sheep; we shall, too, leave behind us the lovely land of
Molokai, the home of the Leper-Nature's great hospital and
prison-ground, for the living-dead; where men and women, yes,
and children, once condemned and sent are as securely walled-in,
and hemmed-out from the rest of their kind as was the Emperor
Napoleon. They can live in sight of the ocean, its storms and its
calm, but no ship can ever drop anchor to give them passage




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again. Molokai is, in one, their home and their tomb. And all
this is most wise, merciful and just.
Maui is close by Molokai and there, is our first port, after Honolulu. But, between all these islands lie roughest waters, in
channel beds; and Molokai is no more to Maui, in way of
approach or connection, than is the Bastile of France or the Tower
of London.
Niihau is close by Kauai, there in the northwest, with its 40,000
sheep and its 97 square miles; but, there is, again, I tell you, the
veritable channel with its angry white caps. "Can we never
strike it smooth?" "Oh yes, there is such a thing known, infrequently, as in the English Channel. But, a wise man would not
stake much money on its calm. However, we take it for granted
that most tourists are good travelers.
True it is that this is a very baby country in square miles,
Oahu having but 600 and the second largest, Maui, 760. But, a
splendid gem can be contained in an ordinary-sized pill-box or
held in the palm of a week-old child. Do you see that rainbow?
The whole east and north has the sea at its feet, and closer to
it than I ever saw before, and with both ends taking a dip, is
massed a cloud of prismatic colors; above, the sky is packed with
Silurian gray of deepest hue, while in the west the sun is fast
declining and will give to us one of our glorious sunsets. "Oh!
after every storm do come such calms?" After every storm do
come such calms, Othello.
Leis of rainbows over sky and hill-top, the vallies sashed and
garlanded with seven-colored riband. The rainbow effects here
are unique and most extraordinary, super-magnificent beyond
conception. They appear often with no introduction, just after
sunrise and later, and before sunset, from 4 o'clock, any minute
they choose. They are visitors ever with us, refreshing and
cheering-a most delightful and heavenly sermon.




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We wanted to tell you, before we left, a few points about the
tiny capital. It is to begin with a fine port, which is far more
important than good looks of which it has, just at present, not
too many. It is not a handlsome city hut it has points of beauty.
Its mouthl to legin with is decidedly disagreeable and ill-favored,
witil thle lnoxious odors of Asia. You can step from the wharf
dlirectly into the lheart of Chinatown and heathenism. But, there
will soon lbe sone fine business streets, good wharves and warehouses. I'llhere are alrealdy a lnutmler of fine new buildings. On
goilng to the tol) of lPunchblowl, the east side of the town, one
looks ldown on a maTgnificent painting. The little capital is irnbed(led in a forest and b)ounded by the sea. It now looks a quaint
and unique l)icture anl one is more than paid for the trip. The
Po)rtuguese l)easallt or laborer, as seen in these islands, is an
honest, hard-working, thrifty man, sturdily trying to mind his
own affairs few or many. If he earn but 4~ 5s a month he will
save stomething of it; on Sunday he will go to mass you may be
sure, and he will look decent andl tidy, for he is no sloven. He is
a true (Catcasiant. \When the time came that the many of this
nation wantel each, to rent or buy a bit of land to make a home,
they tmutually agreed that at the base of this hill (Punchbowl)
and indeed, tlhe length of the road, which is one of the highest
an(d most lictures(lqe driveways of the town, overlooking the
sea and far out, with the lovely hill-country of the north, surmounted by the highest peak, Tantalus, and intervening valleys
clothed with verdure, often belted and bowed with yards of rainbows of all widths the year round, was a spot that exactly met
their views, and so they are settled there, a large colony. You
can fathom by this move their shrewdness and foresight, perhaps. The Mormons, too, have their delectable little rendezvous
here, in the shape of a one-horse meetin'-house and adjoining
shanties. There is, also, the Chinese coffee (?) shop. So, mari



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golds and striped shawls, Mormons and Chinese abound, at this
point of Honolulu, the brow. It could have been one of the very
finest avenues, and close into the town, a five minutes' drive with
a fast horse.
When the Mongolian takes a back seat, and Azores stows away
higher; when all the lanes are turn'd into streets, and ramshackled
rattle-traps into the fire —oh, then Honolulu perhaps can speak
and write herself a beautiful town, and not be told with a frown
to sit down for a slip of the tongue. Honolulu has many points
of interest to offer a tourist. En passant: The Asiatic does not
care for blue eyes. But the Caucasian only can boast that colorand it is the blue eye, yeux bleus vont aux cieux, that rules the
world. Come to breathe the restful air of Hawaii and not to pore
over the Arithmetic of money-grabbing. Leave that to clod-hoppers, coffee-hoppers and Cain-hoppers to do.
During this dry season of unusual length, this kill-cane time
of so many months the sunsets and sunrisings have been still more
remarkable and could they be correctly put on canvas by the
hand of a master, art-critics would declare at once that there
was never -a like massing of vapor, or combination of color seen
in any sky-but, Sir, this is Hawaii, and we do not lie.




IMMIGRATION.


THE SANDWICH ISLANDS. HONOLULU.
A BRAND-NEW      VON SPLINKER.
Another little Von Splinker (number nine) had come from the
skies and into Bogbury Lane, and claimed the mother's instant
and sole attention in that pretty cottage and well-ordered home.
Trwo-year-old Katrina standing close to her mother's knee with
finger in her mouth and frown on face and feet twisted tight said
plainer than words could speak that, henceforth, her name was
Foe. Whenever the mother put the baby in the cradle she ran
with joy to take the empty lap and arms; whenever the baby must
cotce from its little cot she screamed with despair and jealousy.
Poor, dear Katrina! If the mother tried to share the accustomed
place she would edge and crowd to push the intruder off. Who
can say that the mind, the brain, does not work more actively
with a clild, before it can express itself in words, than after.
Katrina had not yet the gift of tongues but she knew pretty
\vell what and whoml and where she liked!
Bogbury Lane was not, certainly, an inviting spot for the
lovely star-lander to come into. It was, truth to tell, very deep
with mud in wet times and very hard and hobby to travel in dry
times-a veritable "Jordan." But, for this identical reason big
houses could be obtained in Bogbury Lane for small money, and
Von Splinker knew that while he did not crave the mud-puddles,
he did crave and must have a large roof, for little dollars. So
that is how the Von Splinkers, ten then came to flit and to submit,
to Bogburv Lane. When we say "Another" little Von Splinker




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we do not wish it to be understood, that it was a pity it should
come or that it had no legitimate right in this tiresome, selfish,
worldly word of Hawaii, or the world as a whole, a unit, or that
it was really not wanted or not needed. Oh, no! It did not come
a minute too soon that little Violet, and no princess ever had a
warmer or more royal welcome. It was indeed a "new baby" in
the house, a new joy, and wee Katrina was now a "big girl."
It has been said by some wise head that "more marry than keep
good houses" and never a truer word. It takes a "good hussy"
to keep clean-to wash and iron, to bake and brew, to sweep and
brush, and scrub and scour and mop; to begin with a most complete wash on Monday morning and to end on Saturday night
with a full cupboard of sweet, homemade bread, pies, cakes and
cookies for Sunday fare; it takes a good housekeeper-yes.
It is a trifle monotonous, true, to have to be in seven places in
a minute as head of the doings; to see that the corners (oh those
corners!) are always clean and clear, that there is not a speck of
lint under the beds (Look under those beds! Pull them out!)
the windows (can't see through them!) shining, the kindling-box
lined with strong brown paper (not rags and tatters), the stove
black (not rusty), the silver cleaned and white, the table appointments fresh and sweet, the chairs dusted, flowers in the bowls,
good wicks in the lamps, the clock ticking, the tea-kettle humming, the baby crowing, the canary singing, the boys whistlingYes, it may be tiresome at the end of the day but does it not
"pay?" Are not the children healthy and happy, the good man,
the husband, contented in such a home?
What of its opposite? With quarrels and reproaches and jealousies, its fretful, crying, peevish, unkempt babies; its cornergrocery and drinking-saloon resort, its slovenly dress, its unbrushed hair, its untidy house and yard and veranda, its worse
than profitless door-step gossip and idle chatting; its slopping and




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sinufl~i-ti an(1 slIPiping of work, its miserable God-and-man-forsak~en 'lick and iproiniise" (for God loves and blesses onlvy teorderly andl honest worker and man will shun and run from that
kind of hiomie (?) )-its all and in all and through all-wretchedIVic55, hlardl timies!"
ltit, Mrs. Von~ Splinkl,-er kept house we say. Oh yes, there is
no (1 )ul) albott that, and if you had ever been fortunate enough
to g-o there voni v7onill (leclare it at once. It was not allowed
eveni for onie d-,yt keep) itself-to run wild as it were. Mrs. Von
S. was mistress anld beadl and foot and hand andl eyes and ears(not too muIIch tougnte) wife, mother, queen, aye, and good neighIbor \vithal, (ctl, readlv andl helpful in any time of need. Her
lhote was a bee-hiive -,and a refreshment. W'hen asked how she
tinanage(l~ so beautifully to succeed she replied thoughtfully: "Oh,
1 (louit know, I love myv hiome and just keep doing."
\"k We believe thiat whI~at applies to a household, a "home,"
alpplies to a 1a ne, a street, a hamnlet, a village, a town, a state,
kinigdomi, emipire-ap~plies to a boat, a brig, ship, a steamer, fleet,
squadlroii amld lperlialps we mighit go on- multiplying our examples
pfIap~er 1)erinittedl, (but stationery costs be it unclerstoodi and we
xIay ou)fr hills.)
Thle sun rises awl sets each (lay, the air moves, grass grows,
water runls, rain -falls, waves beat and surge andl Mother Nature
watches ove r the works of her hands, andl what her hands find to
(10 is done withi all her might.
Nowvhere in all Giod's universe is this more apparen-t than in
timese Sa-ndwichi Islands. You haye but to plant, to sow, to water
anid lo! iucreamse slprings to be harvested, from January to Decemher. Nothinig here to retard her glorious wvork; all nature is all
alive arid eziger for the fray of man's inidustry.
Never was there a more splendid gardlen-plot-fairer skieslarger bows of p)roinise-a more magnificently, bejeweled firma



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ment over sleeping, fault-finding, ungrateful, unprayerful, heads.
"And all but the image of God is Divine."
Murmuring men and women of Honolulu get out of your comfortable beds sometime (and often) at 3 o'clock in the morning or
at 4 and repeat an orison and sing a hymn:-"The morning light
is breaking, the darkness disappears, the sons of earth are waking
to penitential tears,-and seek the Saviour's blessing, a nation in
a day."
Then, will you see how the heavens declare the glory of God
at that hour in this most marvelous land. Again:-Do you
imagine when we go out for a tramp we are thinking or caring
for man's little lack-er work; for the few handfuls of dry goods
and haberdashery. We've seen millions of it. There's nothing
new in that line under the sun for us, here. It is "the True and
the Beautiful" we seek in our strolls; and so far as humanity is
concerned we can see it just as often and as plain in the Portuguese babies' faces or the baby face of any other race perchance
as in one of our own! We will take in all creation when we go
to walk or-go to Mass. A black woman or any other colored is
the equal of a queen if she behaves like a "woman"! We expect
to take a back seat in heaven if we get there. At best it will not
be a pew of our own selecting.
At last we say and then throw down the pencil for the night:
Look not back at the picture of this town's housekeeping the past
years. You have certainly turned over to a work of redemption
and release. The flood-gates of cleanliness and order are being
opened and with patient continuance in well-doing, by "keeping
doing," the imps of darkness shall vanish from this would-be
lovely metropolis with its sentinels of hills and its heavenly spans
of bows. "I do set my bow in the clouds:"Our Rainbow Land.
Later: —"The best way to keep a city clean is for everyone




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to sweep before his own door." "When the scourge visited Canton it killed about 70,000 of the Chinese population. In the mid(dle of the City of Canton there is an English settlement, and not
a case occurred there. Here was a little community within a ring
of death, but they were never touched. Why? The settlement
hal good sanitation, perfect cleanliness-the conditions which
secure public health. Again, none of the European doctors caught
the plague."



OUR RAINBOW LAND.


A BLACKBOARD ETCHING.
"The Bible claims a place, for the superiority both of its literary
qualities and of its teachings. If studied merely from a literary
standpoint, it contains the choicest matter, the best laws and profoundest mysterious that were ever penned. It describes the most
ancient antiquities and strange events, wonderful occurrences,
heroic deeds, unparalleled wars-and all this in the purest English,
and through a phraseology always simple and condensed. It
teaches the best rhetorician and exercises the wisest critic." And
all this is one reason, but not the best, why our children here (3
classes) use daily the "Word of Life" for one reading lesson. It
is also used for dictation. The "watchword" with its date is
written on the board every morning. "Line upon line precept
upon precept here a little and there a good deal."
I suppose we are all willing to admit that a child who can read,
write and make himself understood in two languages is apt to
be more wide awake, to be cleverer than the child who can speak
only his mother tongue. In this school there are now many who
can, easily, make themselves understood in three. Little Chinese
"Dorcas" who is but seventeen months in Makapala said to me
yesterday some English words of two syllables more distinctly
than any baby I ever heard. She comes to church twice every
Sunday and takes care of herself walking in her little bare feet
about the church peeping in at the different pews. Another baby
not of two years by four months, holds his hymn-book and sings
"Amen" to the top of his voice with the children. He shoots
out in roundest English: "Papa over there!" (Rev. W. Yee Bew)




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an(d then he gives a merry laugh thinking doubtless that he has
dou)lce-fol(led his dear parent that time. Oh yes, little "Jacob"
is all there, in "St. Paul's Church." The Chinese children laugh
oftener (not smile) antl learn to sing more easily than any I have
kno)wn. They are not nervous and never irritable nor peevishhappy witl little, obedient, industrious and supremely content.
lThey are the children of the poor but they make not only their
ownl clothling, and help to grow their own food, but they make
their (wn playthingos or go without. And if you fancy they cannot sew anl (larn anld mend!
Cllinese child andl cleverness are synonymous terms.
ntl they every one drink plain tea!
It is a fairly-well equipped school-room long and narrow, with
elnoughl (loors an(l windoI(WS for Hawaii even, all thrown up and
swullg wide open that every passing breeze may enter, and the
ldancitng flickering lights and shadows may play upon its walls
anll( flo:or. It is never closed by night nor by day. Within these
precillcts is a clurch and a church-yard always open for daily use,
this schooll-house with its passion-vine-shaded veranda fresh, neat,
cool ali(l sweet-andl the "home of the English-spealing teachera lady. 'lle whole place is fenced, well-treed and grassed, exclutled, quiet anld pretty in this large village, sparcely populated
wiitt naltives and Chinese.
Into tlis school comes trooping lay by clay promptly, gladly
forty-tiree boys and(I girls, big and little of ages ranging from
four years to: sixteen. It is as you can see an ungraded country school, but not precisely a school of the character neither the
nationality with which you, my reader, are likely well-informed.
No. It is quite "as (lifferent as black and white," or to speak
nearer to thle point, as brown an(l yellow with white mayhap, one
generati:on ack!




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There are children of Chinese parents; children who can boast,
if they choose to do so, of a native mother and a Chinese father;
of a half-white mother and Chinese father; of a native mother,
but a Chinese step-mother, a heathen at that and who proved a
very "tug-of-war" to the poor half Chinese half native maiden
of sixteen summers! She was forbidden to come to church-to be
confirmed. Why did they permit her to attend the school where
there was, daily, most pronounced religious instruction? We
cannot exactly sound the depths of the Chinese Empire. Possibly
there was with them a latent spark of faith in the methods and
manners of that Chinese and that American teacher, or in both.
At-all-rates come to school she did and brought others (3) of the
family, including a most lovely and coveted half-caste girl of four
years (half white, half Japanese) that the heathen Chinese stepmother had bought for $50 in Honolulu, the summer previous
to our advent into the Mission. There is one boy with as regular
features, as fair a countenance as any pure Castilian that ever
doffed a sombrero, or bent the knee to a "Dona Blanca;" but,
with the queue of brown hair (Shades of Castile and Leon!)
hanging full length down his back. His mother is Spanish
(probably a Mexican).
By what strange mischance of circumstances she had, when a
girl, married this Chinaman, drifted to this Makapala-by-the-sea
and become the mother of his three boys and one pretty-faced,
Spanish-looking girl of 12 years is far beyond our mental arithmetic or "philosophy."
There are too a few full natives in the school but every pupil
is learning to read and to write in Chinese and gathering English
week by week.
Now, in through the open front door of this school-house stumbled and shambled one morning a most shy, uncouth-looking girl
of 12 years. She was wild in the true sense of the word-from




outt the wilderness of hard fare and harder knocks of many kinds
manll formns-a little will girl. She was so timid and frightened
of the school-of the teachers; and one, a tall, white woman with
1ilue eyes! Slhe pushed her head forward, and crooked her
ell)ows, when sploken to or looked at, like a hen when it is chased
atl raises its winigs to runi; shle shivered and stammered over
lier lnative tonlgue, and twisted her naked, travel-stained, bony feet
(one over the othler, and wrung hter fingers in and out, hopelessly.
Anll we dlitl, what? \We stutdicd that poor child as we would
stu(ly a beautiful landscape, a sunset, a glorious sunrising fresh
fr:om o)ur:ather's land. I{ere, -wai a new\ work-here was a
creatiot), lhrel, w\as a blank sleet on which we might write fairest
E'Ilgli!sh if we \woull.
I))  tlu ticfacy w\e c\ared for, for tliat  plain, ugly face, that
cli)'ppled llair, that skin which looked as if the pores never receive( ftull andtl free altlution-alsolution, from dirt and grime;
that aw\kward, stooping framle, that roughest garb of shirt (Sam)
andll trou)ser (/'t) and notlhing fresh, at tlat? No. That poor girl
has never known\,-has never "guesse(," from any turn of our
evet, iroll any slightest movement of a muscle even, that we did
lnot know her to le as line as if decked out in silver sheen, with
rings on hler fingers and lells on h1er toes. And let me say here
tlat thte (:hillcse. when able to buy, are very fond of jewelry, and
richl a"(l costly.  S:ome of their hair pins are pure as gold of
()plir or of Guinea, andl of exquisite workmanship; and their
artlets are, often, superlb. For some days we gave this "awkward
sllual" plenty of lee-way-time to take in the situation: —that she
ha(l comle to sclool andl muIst find out, if she could, with her poor,
untraine(l, dlll! facutlties what it was like. We gave her a seat
an(l let her alone until she could get her breath. The first very
perceptil)le change we noticed was after some time-that her skin
looking mnuch fairer then, suddenly, she had changed her coiffeur;




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and her dress was clean! About this same time she could, also,
speak our name very distinctly on seeing us in the morning; and
in recitation stood quite erect and looked us in the face calmly and
pleasantly. At our first little "reception," after her arrival, she
still wore a very coarse, rough garment; but at the second one
we noticed she was most completely metamorphosed-wearing a
very pretty, roomy dress of the blue, the Chinese like to put on,
when they are happy! Ah Hun is now in perfect harmony with
the school and with her surroundings, and we await further progress-and our next barbarian.
Later:-An Hawaiian may marry a Chinaman twice over, and
he will (and does) treat her kindly (or he would find her "among
the missing") and provide for her and for her children; but she
will never lose her love for flowers nor her innate taste in their
arrangement. Neither would you ever dream once in a hundred
times that there was a drop of Chinese blood in the children.
That must involve another generation. Nature seems adverse to
taking on such grafts. And they all wear the holoku and the lei.
There is no prettier conceit than half-opened gardenias and violets in a monk's hood of young taro leaf. Makapala-by-the-sea.


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THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.


"MAKAPALA-BY-THE-SEA."
'tow We Spent Christmas, I897.
We feel almost sure that nearly all the readers of The Living
Cltitrch know likely a good deal about Honolulu, and many of
them lay have visited the Islands and even have seen the wonderful Volcano( of which so much has been written, and that is
on this very island (Hawaii) of which I have something to tell
you to-dlay. Htowever, where we kept our "Merrie Christmas" is
5O( miles from those fires, in the little village, native and Chinese,
of MIakalpala, in the district of North Kohala.
You lknow that HIonolulu, on Oahu, is the best port this country
has an(ll thliat it call boast not another fine port. With the exception of Ililo., on tlis island, one must leave the steamer and make
a landinig fronm a smiall boat rowed by expert oarsmen, natives.
Without the skill of thlese natives one would never make shore,
for ~no wIlite manll understands how to run a boat in on these often,
fearful breakecrs! ()f course when it is too rough the natives will
lnot leave shore an(l the ship has to "pass" that "landing" for the
trip. Yes. tllese channels are often pretty bad and not pretty at
such times! 7 '(-d(ay there is a furious sea. On every island there
are malny "landings," and tle steamer is quite like an "accom
train."  These stopping-places too, are an immense relief; for,
if it is fairly smooth (and never very) it gives one such a sense
of security to miss for an hour or more the tug and strain of the
engine and to be quiet. Oh, it is so delightful to know we are
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is from Honolulu to Hilo, 300 miles, Ioo miles from this port,
Mahukona. One mile east of us is the plantation of Niulii, the
terminus of the only railroad (20 miles) on this the largest
island (the "big island"). It takes passengers and freight from
the ships and distributes them all along the road stopping many
times from Mahukona to Niulii. This railroad is a marvel of
engineering skill, only excelled by one other in the world. So,
you see, I have now named two objects of interest, very soon, in
my little paper. I know that I closed my lips tight and scarcely
opened them from the time we started until we reached Niulii;
and if my eyes were not as "big as saucers," I am sure they were
wide open and that my face was rather pale; and I have known
not a little travel by rail. One slam-bangs across many small
bridges for one feature and those, seemingly, frail structures are
above deep gulches and charms, often. It is a small locomotive
with two cars attached. I have never known a serious accident on
the inter-island trips.
Looking west from this village are the immensely rich plantations, this being the best district of the six for sugar, while the
smallest. Until the past fifteen months it was a most perfect
emerald in color, but came a drowth not known in forty years,
and the district has literally fed on its own fat until there is
scarcely a forkful left on its ribs. But the rains seem to be setting
this way again now. There will be a small crop of sugar next
year.
The Chinese who cultivate vegetables in the gulches and on
whom we depend for our supply were very down-hearted for
the gulches formerly alive with sparkling streams of purest water,
to their utter dismay, gradually ran as dry as the desert, a thing
unknown. Some of the Christian Chinese lost their faith because
their prayers for rain were not answered. Other parts of the
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ness of late years in destroying the forests. Every acre of clearing means, to the unscientific cattle-rancher an acre more of
pasturage! For how long? When the first rains came after the
long "dry-spell" nature responded like magic, and the grass
sprang into life only to be devoured by the caterpi!
The winds too are able to sweep across long, open spaces and
destroy a man's coffee-crop! Science cuts a wide swath in revenge for disobeying her laws out of pure, greedy, selfish selfishness! The innocent have to suffer with the guilty.
But, 1 fear you will say: "Might know it was a woman writing that article; she said first she was going to tell us about Christmas andl she goes off 'beating all about the bush'!"
It is the "Chinese Mission of St. Paul's" here in the very centre
of this trading-village.
There is an acre of land well-grassed and treed and under fence.
IHere, the little church, here the neat school-house with 50
pupils, Chinese boys and girls, and part-Hawaiian, a few full natives, alnd one full Japanese, one part-Japanese. This school has
8 scholarships from the S. P. G. Society, London. The "Bishop
of -Ionolulu" (Willis). Here too, is the cottage of the Englishspeaking teacher. Chinese is also taught. The first class is quite
proficient in English and the girls take turns in learning to teach
the lower grades. The singing in church is good and is almost
entirely by the pupils. They are now quite familiar with the
Prayer Book in English. A Chinese boy six years old knocked
gently at my door the other morning: "Miss Prescott, did you
make one bell yet?" which is a literal translation, I understand.
And little children will go home and repeat, often, something said
to them in English. They are very earnest for the Church and
know well what it means! The Chinese are a power for good in
this country, to-day. It cannot be gainsaid. The children will
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themselves Christians. "And let everyone who nameth the name
of Christ depart from iniquity." They watch to see how Christians do. "Am I my brother's keeper?" Indeed and indeed you
are. The Rev. Louis Byrde; M. A., of Cambridge has been here
for three years, coming every Wednesday night and every other
Sunday night, ministering also to the English-speaking parish of
"St. Augustine's" 6 miles out. He, also, did much work on the
road, and in the Chinese camps, zealous and untiring, "in season
and out of season." But he left us last month to take up lifework in China. There is here one Chinese deacon, formerly connected with "St. Peter's," Honolulu.
But I forgot to tell you that there are frequent opportunities to
go by sailing-vessel from Mahukona to the Coast and so avoid the
dreaded channels via Honolulu. From Honolulu one can take
his choice of many steamers and vessels continually plying in
every direction-Australia, Samoa, China, British Columbia, C.
Horn, Eureka, as well as San Francisco. The fare is $Io.oo from
here to Honolulu.




OVERCOME..


"OVERCOME EVIL WITH          GOOD."
It is a difficult thing quite as we all know to overcome difficulties. EIven the minor tangles of life, the little knots and snarls
that constantly appear and interfere, to impede a straight course
in any sort of work, or industry or plan; even in a most enlightened counltry-an intelligent community-a cultivated family-the
troubles, the trials, the friction will come. The little rasping
doulbts, the lack of faith, the adverse criticisms, the patronising
words, the meager encouragement, the ironical glance, the cutting
sarcasm will, too often, all be known-all to be overcome.-"Overcome evil with goodl.
The dear grandlmothler would bid us to hold the yarn for her;
and we did not dislike it for alout five minutes or so. It was
good fun.-With her experienced hands she would begin to shape
the l)all, and so swiftly would she pass from end to end, keeping time "in a sort of Runic rhyme," as almost to bewilder our
little senses; and, as with fascinated eyes, we watched the rapid
growth of that red ball, our arms slackened a little, and the skein
becoming less taut, in a moment there was a tangling of the yarn!
"Oh. hold straight, dearie, just a few minutes longer;" and then
she would deftly pass the ball in and out, over and under, from
hand to hand, until that snarl was clear; then away she would
wind, swift as the wind, and we were free to run. Only a little
criss-cross, in family life. Overcome.
"Wist ve not that I must be about my Father's business?"
They were there to keep the Passover, those doctors-of-the-law,
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He was the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world, that
He was the price paid for their ransom-and the ransom of this
lost world. How hard to overcome their inherited prejudices.
The boy, Jesus. "Wist yet not that I must be about my Father's
business?"
He had come to teach, to preach, to heal, to save, to suffer and
to die upon the shameful tree-to die that we might live. "Overcome evil with good." A criss-cross in their family-life. "And
Mary kept all these sayings and pondered them in her heart."But when one considers the great effort-the mighty throe-for
the conversion of a world the difficulties of every other human
work, however perplexing seem truly insignificant.-The building
up of a nation, or state from comparative obscurity, the founding
of a new city, settling a new territory, a great discovery in science
or mechanics, a great exploration, a grand mission-work bear one
and all, imprinted on their features the word-"difficulty.""Overcome evil with good" must be their watchword and banner.-The magnitude of the opposition, will always be, never less,
than the work proposed. But keep good cheer, O Workers. "I
have overcome the world."-The human will is helped, is in harmony with the Divine will so to speak, and the obstacles which
seemed so formidable melt away, "and like the baseless fabric of
a vision leave not a trace behind."  And we say: "It was a
miracle." Whensoever, figuratively speaking, we come to or meet
a mountain in our journey, we find a path if we search for it, instead of sitting down at the base, moaning; and, in ascending
the hard, uneven trail we gain strength by the exercise and the
purer atmosphere. Yes, mountains have, always, compensation.
We leave the vapors behind and below as we rise in the direction
of heaven and heavenly things. We learn to overcome. "Overcome evil with good." That is it.Our Heavenly Father is always and untiringly, promising us:




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"To him that overcometh,"-and all through and through the
Bible from the very beginning to the end, the blessed promises are
written of what He will do, if we will only learn our little task,
do our bit of work and try faithfully to overcome, to reach the
mountain-top or get in sight of it-at least to wish to view the
"promised land."-In school, we first begin, to try for prizes; we
try in the foot-ball and the race, the jump, the climb, the swim,
the oar. Oh, we never weary in our exertions to win; we deny
ourselves food and sleep if necessary, we are always on hand for
the training, we cultivate eye and ear and hand, we attune all our
senses-we are on the qui zive for that prize!-Oh, we must not
fail.-And then come prizes of Church, or State and we are going
in "for the training." We must have a prize. Our ambition must
be satisfied, we imust "make our mark" in life.Jerusalem the "Holy."
Was ever a city so beloved?
"If I forget thee, 0 Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning"How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?"Jerusalem was the only home of the Jews-the type of Heaven
to them. They gladly went up to Jerusalem every year to keep
the Passover.-"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how often would I have
gathered thy children together."-In the entire Old Testament
there is nothing that strikes us as grander, and yet the most perfect simplicity and unselfishness, the story of Nehemiah and his
plan in rebuilding the city. It is a splendid epic of which we never
weary-a flawless pearl. He begins:-"For I was the king's cupbearer." He simply sees that work before him. He grasps the
tiller at once. He makes a beginning. He does not stop to look
at the obstacles, the difficulties. To his far-seeing vision the city
is already built, fair and beautiful. He stands before you at once
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prophet, commander-in-chief, architect, financier, all in one; but
he never thinks of self. To him all trace of Nehemiah is lost.
"Neither told I any man what my God had put in my heart to do
at Jerusalem."-"What my God had put in my heart to do at
Jerusalem." He was as innocent-hearted and trusting as a child.
He simply went straight to the work and let things shape out from
hour to hour and from day to day. The magnitude of the work,
the difficulties never oppressed him. He had perfect faith that all
he was to do was to obey that voice of God and go forward, and
go forward he went. To doubt God's power, and love, and mercy,
is the root of all the evil in this world. That is why enterprises
fail. There is never a failure when we are co-workers with
Almighty God; it is when we look to, and depend upon the arm of
flesh that we come short. When we attempt to create a success
without the Creator, then it is we fail. "Wist ye not that I must
be about my Father's business?" Be sure that it is your "Father's
business" and that He has put it into your heart to do it, and then
like Nehemiah, go forward. "Overcome evil with good."




OVERCOME.


(No. 2.)
You were perfectly sure that you dropped that rather-important letter in the box at the P. 0. There was no need to turn
your head to see if it were on the pavement.
The woman locks the front door of her house last, puts the
key carefully in her pocket and walks down the street on her way
to nmarket; but she gives one glance back to be sure the house
is "all right," and then thinks no more about it until within sight
of it again. Then she instantly thinks of the key, but it has found
its way to the bottom of her pocket, under many little parcels perchance, and in her nervous haste she says to herself: "Now, I
wonder if I left that key in the door? Oh, dear me!" But soon
she has clutched it and all is well.Nervousness is not insanity nor is insanity a state of nervousness. A person may have a very serious, even fatal, form of
nervousness, and be of sound mind. One may be "mad," a
maniac, and yet the nervous system sound enough. Some forms
of nervous weakness, true, may affect the brain; some braintroubles affect the nerves. But it does not always follow. You
are writing letters, we will say, and after looking them over to be
sure that they are stamped and exactly addresed as you wish, you
mail them: Very likely before an hour has passed in referring to
them you say to yourself: "Did I mail them all, I wonder?" and
possibly you go so far as to glance at your writing-table. The
next is: "I hope now I have not put 'Boston' instead of 'Albany'
on Ned's letter-had so mnany for Boston. No, I know I didn't.
But its no use to fret now, if I did. It's gone." The parson puts




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his roll of sermon in his pocket and starts off content, for church;
as he comes in sight of the steeple, likely enough he claps his hand
to his pocket to find if a sermon is there.But, perhaps, nowhere is this form of nervousness carried to
so great an excess as in traveling, by rail. You buy your ticket,
the more valuable the more nervousness! You watch the conductor, you count your coupons, you hide your ticket, you look
again and again to see if it is safe. Then, in the depots: the conductor has told you that there are "two hours to wait"; but you
have no faith in conductors, and every movement of engine or
noise of whistle you grab your bag and rush to the door; "Not
your train, madame." But of what avail? The next whistle you
are there again. There are common forms of nervousness on
which vital energy and strength are too often wasted. Study to
be quiet, quiet, and "as cool as a cucumber."
In reading a short time since, the life and letters of one of the
most famous women of modern times she alludes to one form
of this trouble and how by a strong will she threw it off. She
schooled herself to put the wearisome anxiety out of her mindto make a jest of it, and she conquered it, entirely. Life is too
short to imagine trouble, and then fret over the delusion. What
fools we are when the will is gone-the hand slack, on the
rudder.Even in seeming trifles, it will not DO, if we wish to keep a cool
brain and a healthy nerve. "In quietness and in confidence" must
lie our strength for the battle daily of life-work. Don't fret.
For, I'm a "Sunday child" you know even if I was born on a
Wednesday. ("O Miss Prescott you said you didn't know how
old you were!") Neither do I; and if I did wouldn't tell the likes
of you-too "sassy." My mother was always impressing upon my
mind ("To impress upon the mind of the young," "impress"what does that mean, literally?) that I must try to be very good




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because she went to church the Sunday before I was born; and
so I have always been trying but never succeeded and while, as I
heard a great Unitarian preacher say at the Coast:-"I am not out
and out bad, I am not nearly so good as I ought to be," and ask
all you ladies and gentlemen to pray for me; for all "ladies and
gentlemen" are Christians and say prayers every day in the
seven. More who say they are, and do not, are counterfeits. And
if you could watch their daily lives you would soon see they are
but bogus coin-"Self and Selfishness," their motto and coat-ofarms.An "impression"; literally, to press in upon the mind, an indentation. It is a strong root, "to impress," and has strong
branches.The writer of this was for a time brought in contact, daily,
with a teacher subject to the fidgets. Now, fidgets, are something akin to howls, in this way: You know it has been declared
by wise, scientific men (savants) that if you live with the wolves
you will sooner or later learn to howl, in spite of your aversion
to that kind of wild harping. This teacher was too often "harping on one string" for her own good. She was afraid her work
would not give satisfaction, and was ever in low-spirits. "I'm
doing this" or "I'm doing that-do you believe it will suit?"I wish I had the power to impress, indent upon every young
teacher's mind, who is fearful and trembling over every schooldirector who comes in sight: to simply do faithful, honest work
and to recollect that more than half of the "directors" (?) have
no practical insight whatever, as to the needs of her class or any
other-"fact." "That's a fact."
Makapala by-the-Sea, Aug. 1897.




"MERCY AND JUSTICE."


"Be not deceived; evil communications corrupt good manners."
No longer ago than this morning I heard profanity in round
terms from a boy's lips on one of the public streets. On Nuuanu
street a Japanese turned on his heel not two feet off and with a
bold impudent face rang an oath into my very ears. A Chinaman
had accosted him in passing.
These heathen, and those living here who are no better than
the heathen, must be taught that outwardly at least they shall
respect and honor the God of the Christian by their silence if
not by their speech. The nail must be driven and clinched for
this is a growing and a deadly evil gaining ground rapidly in
our midst. In so large and cosmopolitan a city as San Francisco
no man dares to utter oaths on the public thoroughfares where
ladies and gentlemen are known to be passing to and fro. There
is an unwritten law and he is conscious of that law! And I
could name a city of 400,000 where if one presumed to speak in
unparliamentary terms even on certain promenades, a policeman's
hand would be felt on the shoulder.
At the Capital, Washington profanity on the streets is an unheard-of thing. Let not this fair and beautiful town of Honolulu descend to the level of Asiatics and costermongers but keep
civilization and Christianity ever on the top.-"God spake these
words and said:"



"ON LAN'S" BABY.


"Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained
strength because of thine enemies.""On Lan's baby is sick" shouts out to me Ah Wee as he ducks
under the bars of the fence instead of opening the gate while I
am walking the length of the school veranda early in the morning: "On Lan's baby very sick," and now he says it softly with
a grave, earnest face and black eyes that look straight into mine
waiting for some response to that sad budget. "Yes, I know Ah
Wee, its all very bad; what can we (lo?" And the little man's
news is echoed and re-echoed by the school band of boys and
girls as one after another they enter the place.
On Lan's baby! Let me tell you that baby of four months is
as important and vital a feature of Kohala district as is the Lord
Mayor of London to his town, as you are my honorable member
of the Legislature from Hawaii, or as the richest planter of the
entire Sandwich Islands. He is a lovely boy-baby, a Christian
Chinese, for he is already baptized and wears the sign of the
Cross in his forehead "in token that he shall not be ashamed to
confess the faith of Christ crucified."
"On Lan's baby is sick." That "little one" who comes every
Sunday to church bringing his belongings tied up in a big, red
silk handkerchief, dressed in his best blue sanam and pink fu, with
his cap worked in silks of all shades and colors-butterflies, and
flowers, and tiny bells on the ends of his long streamers,-that
little live image of barbaric splendor who in two years more will
sing "Amen" as perfectly as any of the other "light infantry"that member of "St. Paul's" is sick-and all suffer with him be it
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grandfather is a church-warden and has a farm in the gulch and
when there is not a drouth in the land you can buy of him the
very finest garden sauce for your salad."On Lan's baby is all right now." That's good news, Ah Shun
-wish we were all all right; and I laugh aloud, and walk away.
He doesn't quite see my drift-but he thinks I'm very "pleasant,"
all the same! Yes, m'm.Teaching is one of the exact sciences and one needs to serve a
trifle of an apprenticeship you know in order to win success. One
must have book-knowledge in plenty it is true, but precious little
avail it will be to you if you do not fathom-if you cannot sound
and "sabe" all the tricks and turns, all the notions of the youthful mind-if you cannot outwit and double-fold mentally and
morally every boy and girl in your school you are a mistake in
the school-room! Get out of it if you have to chop wood. And
now while we are on the Chinese question let me say to you very
frankly that you know very little of the race if you have not lived
among them, if you have not come in to their life, their home life,
their church life, you know very little of them. There is much
worth knowing-much that is valuable. They are truthful, they
are honest they are reliable, patient, long-suffering, capable and
clever. I am not writing of rogues. There are rogues European,
rogues American-rogues and rogues. But our road, nor our
Mongolian, is not of that complexion. As for true thrift I have
never known their equal.
It reminds one of the Mother Superior over a convent in
France who told the King, when about to cut the string of a
paquet not to do it, "for sweet charity's sake." And patiently she
untied the knot. It involves a principle-that's all! "Careful in
little, careful in great."
Makapala-by-the-Sea. 1897.




A SHORT SATURDAY.


Sermon.
"For after that in the wisdom of God the world by wisdom
knew not God," I. Cor. i:2I.
"For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the
Word, and the Holy Ghost: and these three are' one.""But holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy
Ghost."
"All Scripture is given by inspiration of God."
"Or( what part hath he that believeth with an infidel?""Why don't you infidel people show us something better than
Christianity?
We are not fools, we do not usually throw away good things
when we see them.It is not uncommon now to hear boys just out of knickerbockers declare themselves Agnostics."
CLINTON LOCKE.
"There is a new doctrine which seems to have taken hold upon
some of the young men of this university (and perhaps they
admire it more because it comes from a Greek word) Agnostic;
but I am quite sure that they will not take as much pride in its
Latin synonym, ignoramus."
BISHOP DERRY.
"We have met to investigate the laws of nature. May I ask you
all to spend a few moments, in silent prayer, that God, whose
hand is behind all laws of nature, may illumine our understanding in studying His works."
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Mr. Gladstone says:-"Amid all the sad and miserable divisions
among Christians, it is still immensely reassuring, a great confirmation of the Faith, and a broad basis for our hopes of the
future to find that ninety-nine out of a hundred of those who
profess to be Christians, still hold the orthodox belief in such
fundamental features as the doctrine of the Trinity and the Incarnation."
"To follow on," but not "to know the Lord"-to deny Him!
Yes, "to follow on" with the fine intellects (the gift of God)
taking up as in the hollow of their hands all sciences, art, the
classics, modern tongues; "to follow on" to explore by sea and
land, to investigate, to compare, to dissect, to analyze, to review
to revise; "to follow on" with savans of Germany, of France, of
any and every country; to read up, to write up on every subject
under the sun: History with Carlyle, Essay with Emerson,
Novels with George Eliot, Harriet Martineau (in her later life!)
Philosophy, and Religion with Huxley, Tyndall, Darwin, Strauss,
Renan and all those other "great lights" (?)-"to follow on"
from country to country, from Alps and Appenine, and Pyrenees,
to Himalaya; from Seville and Saragossa, to Athens and Salonica; from South to North, from Orient to Occident, from the
Levant to the St. Lawrence; from the tiger's "ears" to the buffalo's horns; "to follow on" but not to know the Lord! "To
follow on," and compare one art-gallery with another, one old
master, one chef d'oeuvre with another; one marble, one bronze,
one piece of statuary, one sculptor, with another; "to follow on"
to compare one master-workman with another, one cathedral, one
monument with another; "to follow on" to salons of wit and learning; to hear finest music in richest setting of Mass and Oratorio
and Opera-to compass sea and land to make one proselyte for
God the Saviour? Oh! no. "To follow on," but not to know the
Lord.
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"To follow on," and see how God can paint the skies before
sunrise and at sunset in Italy and in Norway-in Hawaii the
rainbows; and the "merry dances" of the Northern Lights; to
see the firmament so crowded with worlds as to make an astronomer go "mad" that he lacks a strong-enough telescope to reach
a few miles farther of the farther billions. "To follow on," until
at last the eye tires of seeing, the ear wearies of hearing, the
mind of thinking, and the Preacher looks at them with pity in
his eyes:-"Alas! how mighty was their intellect; how little their
belief."
"Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to l)e accounted of?"Their cultured and brilliant minds proved naught but a
stunlmlilng-block for their feet; they lost the way of the Cross;
andl worldly wisdom only, was their winding-sheet!Wlhat did it all profit them? They followed not on to know
their Lord; they denied by their lives and by their words the
God that bought them, and died in their unbelief. Extremes met
in them-greatness and littleness.
"For after that in the wisdom of God the world by wisdom
knew not God."




THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.


"The Pilgrim's Progress."
You are "exercised" in your mind you say. I am glad to know
that you are roused for a few minutes, from your mental sloth
and sluggishness, and given up to active thought and reasoning.
You wonder how old I are. Well, let us investigate and take
for our theme for a second, Retrospection. Often and often our
dear mother told to me that I was little "No. o1," and also that I
was all there the Wednesday that I called to see how and liked
her'so much I did not go away. She often told me, too, that she
went to church the Sunday before, and for which I always cried
out at her, saying; that as I could not run very fast at that time
it was a wonder I was not run over. Now it is said that few can
recall any incident of their life, back so far as the third year. My
chum brother was, if history be authentic, one year and nine
months younger than myself, having been born on "Guy Fawkes'
Day," and named first after a French king, and second, after a
dear uncle. Now I came in midwinter, and was named of course
after an English queen. You see that while the father was what
he was, as we told you long ago in The Independent, and while I
am a little Bunker Hill all my own, fenced in with Gatling guns,
extra long range, and stacks and stacks of smaller arms (82
being close by me at this minute) we doubtless, owing to our
ancient pedigree, have our royalistic proclivities, and whose affair
pray is that, but our own? We were going to say only our temper
had to have way, that we recollect as well as if this hour, of the
father taking us in his arms into the room to show to us that new
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to see the large brass balls of the andirons on which the flames of
the huge wood-fire were dancing. Now, we wonder how old we
are! How old, then? Probably one year nine months plus one
week. We put words generally instead of figures because we are
but a "spacefiller" and not on the "brain page" you know, and we
are so neighbourly we wish to help The Bulletin out in every way.
We are not so old in any event, as to forget, we often wish we
could many passing events of our daily life! We have, in great
degree, what we would give to every child if we could as a
priceless heirloom-memory and imagination. Without those
two well-sharpened tools no true education can come. And the
training must be begun early-concentration and retention. And,
in a later paper we shall fill out our many notes on the subject. We
are not in for that today. It is Sunday and we propose discussing
that genius of the I7th century-John Bunyan. And while he
wrote other things that English rank as masterpieces of purest we
wish to speak of his chef d'oeuvre "The Pilgrim's Progress."
If Thackeray's "Vanity Fair" is the greatest satire, in English,
if Dr. Johnson's "reply" to Lord Chesterfield's offer of help is the
most polished but bitter rebuke, Jeannie Dean's plea before Queen
Caroline for the life of her sister, the finest plea ever made; if
Byron's criticism: "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers" the
most scathing and just ever known in any tongue, then Bunyan's
Pilgrim's Progress is the never-to-be-matched allegory. We say,
fearlessly, that there is nothing in Milton no, nothing in Shakespeare that can excel the author's "Apology" (God rest his soul!)
for writing and giving to the world his peerless book! Bunyan
is now, in the year of our Lord, I896, "coming to his own" as
never before. There will never be another Bunyan. God does
not throw away his cloth. He weaves one mind as that, and
leaves His people to wonder and to learn if they will. Little did
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book we should feel moved to "put in our oar" in its favor. And
when he quietly nodded his head at our fun, and read to us a page,
remarking: "It's the greatest book ever written outside of the
Bible, Annie," we still thought: "Oh, it must be a book to charm
old people!" And we are now "charmed" (and charming!)
"How old?" Gare, yankee! you are not to my gre (gray).




REVELATION.


"The end of a good thing is better than the beginning
of a poor thing."-Irish Proverb.
In traveling both by sea and land, in carriage, on horse or on
foot, we need, everyone, little and big, old and young whatever
size or age, and always-a cloak. It should be of the very best
material-warm, soft-not too heavy, never a burden but our
help-impervious, long, roomy, good clasps and plenty of pockets,
large and small.
"It costs," you say. Yes, but all good things cost-cost money,
or time, care, patience, hard work, fidelity. But, a good cloak has
staying properties, and with attention will last a lifetime. Let
us, each one, try to get the material together needed, for a really
serviceable, comfortable, comforting cloak. That's the point.
We can never again, I say, plead ignorance or blindness on
that particular subject we were discussing yesterday; for we have
had a revelation, a revealing, an unveiling, an opening, a disclosing. Yes.
In architecture, a window or door between the framework and
the outer surface of the wall. See?
The reason why you did not discover, for instance, a certain
man's avarice before was because you had never had occasion
to hold the glass up to that particular side of his character. "I
did not know he was so close, so penurious; it was a revelation to
me." You may talk with a stranger for some little time but suddenly, unknown likely to himself, he will open a door to your
mental eyes, it may be the veriest little crack but you have darted
in a lightning glance, and what is revealed to you? Selfishness,
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regions. He'las! There it stands, unveiled, on its pedestal, firm
and sure-footed-a perfect statue as if but from a sculptor's hand,
a masterpiece in its way. A masterpiece indeed, that overshadows
and veils what might otherwise be a beautiful character.
And the sad part of that revelation is, you can ever quite forget that fine bit you saw that (lay, or hour, or minute, when he
was "napping," not on his guard, had dropped for a little, that
convenient outer wrap-the cloak.
Apropos: Have you ever studied words? Then I beg you
to begin. It is far more helpful in life than a scientific knowledge
of whist or even chess. One hour every evening for a year would
be a revelation to you and more engrossing than, even, the microscope, more fascinating than photography; and cost nothing but
a set of cheap textbooks. The "cloak" is peculiar to travelers.
We are journeying through this "wilderness"-the world. We
should always keep a good cloak on hand, and, there are times
when it needs to be impervious and strong. We shall meet with,
in life, some "nasty weather." It matters not how rich we are,
how gentle we are, how poor we are, how clever, how handsome,
or how ugly. "Into such life some rain must fall, some days must
be dark and dreary." In this world every child of man shall bear
a cross-there's no escaping, no "royal road." But it is that one
may meet a sharper hailstorm, more thunder than another, but
"as thy days so shall thy strength be." "For whom the Lord
loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth."
Now, let us all try our best as if, for instance, on a race with
our "wheel," and bent on winning the goal and the prizeHeaven and Eternal Life. Let our cloak be an honest, helpful
cloak, large and perfectly reliable at all times and in all sorts of
wind and weather. No "tissue of deceit," no lies, no slander, no
robbery of any sort polite or rude; but gentles, men and women,
and little gentles-boys and girls.
Makapala-by-the-Sea, Aug. 1897.




MAKAPALA-BY-THE-SEA.


A  SHORT     SATURDAY     SERMON.
"For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust."
"A shadow that passeth away and cometh not again." —How comforting are those words: "He knoweth our frame; he remembereth."
We can tell him nothing, we need to tell him nothing; "He remembereth." In the face of our faults and follies, our many
sins, it may be, crimes, He remembers that we are dust, a shadow
that passeth away and cometh not again. "He pitieth us like as
a father pitieth his children"; He remembereth that we are dust.
A shadow that passeth away and cometh not again. We pass
away in a few years at the longest; it may be in a few months,
weeks, days; even, but hours. We pass away like a shadowwe come not again. It is a sad thought, indeed. No more opportunities for us, our time is up; no more coming back, no more
looking back; no more time for action, for doing or undoing, for
loving or hating, for blessing or cursing. "We are gone as the
shadow that departeth." It is a sad thought. Gone, where?We pass away. Time is ended for us and eternity begun. We
have had our life, our allotted span, our time our faculties for
good or for evil. We have had our chance to do, to learn, to
help, to praise, to play to give-we pass away as a shadow; we
make room for others. We salute and are gone-departed. "And
the place that knew us shall know us no more, forever. What
do you think of it my friend? this "passing away" on your part
and coming not again?  Oh yes, you go to Europe and come
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your seat at the table and your corner at the fire-place, your office
in the town. But, this is that time when there will be no time
for returning-no Time any more for you-just the beginning of
Eternity. You will have stepped off and the plank drawn up behind you. "A shadow that passeth away and cometh not again."If you had not repented, if you would not "believe," your will
still unmade, your forgiveness withheld, your many devoirs not
paid, your affairs unsettled, it cannot now be helped; you must
pass away today, this very hour, "as a shadow," and come not
again. It is very sad. Do I hear you say that you are ready, you
are going to the Palace of the King-to the Better Land, and
you would e'en be on the road-you long to start?  Then, my
not of sadness must change to one of joy."Eye hath not seen nor ear heard neither hath entered into the
heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that
love him."


1897, July.




THE BIBLE.


SCREENINGS AND SCRAPS.
You all know, pretty well, what screenings are, if you ever had
to do with a cold winter, where of all things, good, clean, shining
bright coals were positively essential in order to keep a strong,
cheery, comforting fire. Screenings are refuse matter. They are
good, really, when well-exposed, for nothing. Just dirty, smutty
dust; no life, no flame, no heat, no help-an irritation and a nuisance-rubbish. And yet, "screenings" in one form and another,
are put upon the market, and empty as they are of true, substantial help, find too often a niche. Why, in a western city, one
cold winter, very, coal which was but little better all through and
through than screenings, was "palmed off" by a member of the
Board of Education to the "Committee on Supplies," for the use
of the schools, and those teachers, to say nothing of the pupils, had
to shiver to bear it. A corner, a job in screenings-a clever, cool
thing in finance. Now, we want no screenings in schools or home,
in books or in teaching. We want live coals from off the very
altar-the altar of Nature, the altar of religion, the altar of work
-give us coal, no screening!
"The child is father of the man." Is he? That's a big statement to make and involves a trifle. Let us see.
Scraps-detached, incomplete portions, a fragment of something printed or written: (A something out of which the sweet
richness has been taken, it may be.) A scrap need not be worthless by any means. It may stand for a gem, a bright spark of
true talent or genius-a proverb, a quip, a witticism, a pun, a
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Let us have good, sweet scraps often then; but let us not begin
and end our meal with them, excepting, say on washing day, to
accommodate the women folk.
Have you ever found a human being uninspired that could
write anything to compare with the Psalms, or a poem equal to
Job-a chapter of Isaiah, an Ecclesiasticus, or 'tes? Does the
Vicar of Wakefield compare with Nehemiah?    Hamlet with
Hosea-the Odyssey with Obadiah-Milton with Malachi-all
the religious books in the world with either of the four Gospels?
Who can exhort, entreat, advise as St. Paul-who can love as St.
John, remind as St. Peter? Where do you find the inspired
language of Revelation, of Daniel, of Moses, Joshua, Elijah,
Deborah, Ruth, Miriam?
Where is the modern writer, today, who has the seven-fold gifts
of the Holy Spirit and can give to the Christian world another
"Te Deum Laudamus," yea, even a "Rock of Ages."
Where (lo you find a Magnificat, a Jubilate Deo, a Nunc
Dimittis?  Shut out the very word of God; (the heaven-born
classic,) the glorious song, the majestic epic, the sermon of all
sermons, the prophecy, the angels' visits, the life of our Lord on
earth; you dare to close that Book of all books and shelve it from
children's eyes, and study and thought, and then repeat: "The
child is father of the man!" The child is father of the infidel,
father of the thief, the liar, the dangerous man. The child is, too
often, just what he is made! He is fed and taught and clothed,
mentally, with screenings and with scraps; an(l he is expected to
come out, of that mold, an acceptable member of society, of the
world; a good man, loving and seeking righteousness! We grow
by what we feed on. It is the law, inexorable, of cause and effect.
"God is not in all his thoughts." "Ephriam is joined to his idols;
let him alone."
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literature, the heavenly manna-the finest English.-The Bible.
The next best English classic is the Prayer Book.
When students have mastered these two, the Bible and the
Prayer Book, they will be masters of good English in the highest
sense of the word (and ergo, masters of themselves!) and never,
till then, will they be, can they be, anything but mediocrity-often
not that; illiterate and misinformed to a degree that astonishes
the looker-on. "Is that so!" Allow me to ask you who translated
the Bible, who put it into English? Who compiled the Prayer
Book?
"All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable
for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness. That the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works."  Give the children bread. The
Bread of Life. No screening, "screenings," or scraps.  I896.




MAKAPALA-BY-THE-SEA.


Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every bush alive with God,
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
-E. B. Browning.
We have always, until quite recently, been in one way a Hindu,
disliking to put our foot on anything of God's creation wherein
was the breath of life; we simply would not do it. It was with
us a superstition. We recall an argument had with a friend in
the west in which we declared we would not kill a flea unless
they could make clear to our reason, and they could not, an advantage to be gained either for the flea or for ourselves. We
had always dropped the flea, when we could catch him, out of
the window; and it was a matter of stolid indifference to us from
that moment whether he dove into the sand, his dearly-beloved
element, or hopped up the lamp post. We said we would not hesitate at all, we were brave enough to start out on that small warpath when we were rightly convinced of any terrestrial or celestial gain that would accrue by taking that little life it seemed
always to us so all alive to keep. The wit of a flea is superexcellent.
On coming to Kohala the same aversion implanted within us
when a child, to pulling off a fly's wings or head or smashing it
outright, came with us. But very soon into the midst of our
housekeeping arrangements came the sensible and pertinent query:
Should the insects live in our castle or should we? Should we
know peace and keep a piece of our possessions or not? And it
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barlecues, holocausts for them and Barmecide feasts for us, within
our small walls, what course to pursue, as we have been called
upon before in our one life-that self-preservation is the first law
of nature as of nations.
We liad always argued that we did not consider it as our missi()n to le chasing gnats, and the rest of the insignificant insect
tribe annoying as they may be for a few minutes; and we had
been able, by fairly strong will and no nerves, to get on, and keep
on the even tenor of our way.
I'ut now here was an actual necessity presented for our regard,
anll we arose to the occasion. We (letermined at once to be the
sole occupant of the shanty. While we spend not too much time
in seeking we kill quickly everything that creeps or crawls or
climbs; that runs or flies; that spins or weaves or lays or hatches
or eats; everything (lies that peeps into our wardrobe, or sleeps in
our pantry, or hides in our cupboard. No half-measures, no
shilly-shallying-"no donkeys Peggoty!"  Thou must end thine
unprofitable work, my little friends, here and now.
Chateatlbriand, in "Les Natchez," makes Outougamiz say:"tout cst si agitc a la sutrface de la terre!.. Tout cst si calie une
lontgltller de flcche aut-dcssotus!" Pazienza, Signora: "Thou shalt
know peace and calm on the surface, and not go into the grave
for it!"
It has been blowing a gale here now for many days more or
less-more than less. Everything that was loose has been blown
down and over into the next lot; everything that is fastened at one
end is slapping and switching and snapping, cracking and creaking; the wind is groaning and sighing and whistling and howling;
the clouds are flying, the smoke can't tell which way is north or
south, east or west, and talks in the earth's face; an ugly sea and
spiteful, vicious dashes and swirls of rain make up all the day.
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We watched the Kinau at our sea-window (no glass) from Niulii
and she was enveloped in angry foam-ugh! How thankful we
were to be on land, if the school-house did not blow over in our
direction and our roof held on! Be jabers! this is a fine country
about here. We are willing to live and work a good bit on to
enjoy it. It's a fine cool spot-illegant. It is good to be alive and
to look about here in the morning; to look far out at sea, and over
to the hills; to look about at night and in the "small hours" of
the morning-then is the time to see the glory of God, for the
stars are so thick in some places they look as if they were sitting
in one another's lap-"a glorious show."
Sir John Lubbock, M. P., F. R. S., etc., one of the very finest
scholars of the age, and who among his other wonderful researches has spent years and a fortune in his entomological pursuit alone, tells us that he has discovered a perfect type of the
"good Samaritan" among the ants. We have not met with him
in our kitchen, but it may be that our eyes lack the cultivation
needed and that our mental glasses are not sufficiently strong.
But we do not believe he is a member of the family we find in
these Islands. We wish Sir John would tell us, and he could in
a minute, which are the parents and which the children of those
we see, for it puzzles our brain they look so much of an age. We
see here and there a big raw-boned-looking fellow amongst them,
but, ah, he's an ant of another color.
We have been trying of late pretty hard to catch a rat or a
family by the name of-Rats. And this is how we have not succeeded. Two traps were loaded with good ox, cooked fairly
well, and highly seasoned withal; on the whole, an inviting meal,
and so the rats declared and thought we had managed a good
luau for once, for before they had to skirmish about for their midnight repast and they did and grew to be very diligent o' nights
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in glee, after eating all the beef on one trap and taking the other
beef and trap home with them; but not before going over to the
table for a loaf of home-made bread. "Goodness gracious!" but
that was the unkindest cut of all, for good bread is our sweetheart
forever, and to have a ratIt was better than a play to see the expression on the face of
the friend who set those traps (?) and fed those self-invited
guests, when he gazed on that neat (meat) work. We forgot all
about our bread and laughed tears. "Never mind! Kohala rats
are clever, but we'll trap them yet." Ah ca, que faites-vous?
"Nothing but scraps and scribbling
Gathered from here and there;
An olla podrida of all things
Ranged without order or care."




MAKAPALA-BY-THE-SEA.


SALT.
Salt develops or brings out flavor. This is a self-evident proposition-is it not? Then, we have good starting-ground for further reasoning. We all know that just common salt is good for
man and beast-good mentally, morally, spiritually and physically
-salt. "But if the salt have lost his savor"-or there is too
much at any given time or place, or work, the old rule will hold
good; too much, even of salt, is good for nothing-no thing. It
will repel, pall, as quickly as too much honey.
The ground had been bought and paid for by an eastern city
government for the erection of a stately buildi'hg-the Boys'
High School. Not being quite ready to build on that south-end
lot, a fine locality, lying east and west between. an avenue and
Tremont street-Moody happened along and wanted a place for
a few months where to pitch his tabernacle, that might hold a
few thousand people at a time. Very good. Here was "corn in
Egypt" for him, and the bargain was struck, the first note of his
work begun and the first nail soon driven home. When those
many doors were all duly lettered with a, b, c, and the rest, not
quite so far, however, as 26, we were living on that avenue, exactly opposite, and we said: We have never in one sense, certainly, gone for Moody; but now he had come after us it was plain to
be seen, and we would, one day, listen to his cry. But, days and
weeks and even months went by and we went by that tabernacle
to our quiet little parish church. We went by that great shammy
structure; we passed with an observant, watchful and thoughtful
eye day after day, Sunday after Sunday, that mass of humanity,
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some in sober garb, cleanly and proper; some almost in rags
and tags and in faded velvet gowns, and not a few in motley, surging on. The street gamin pushed in with something the same
"chic" or "cheek" he would gladly crawl under the circus canvas
if he might; he wanted to hear the refrains to whistle, after, in
his alley; he could dispense with the opening prayers. The tired
man of the world, the woman of the demi monde, the aged, the
feeble, the handsome youth, the giggling girl leading a younger
sister; all professions, all trades and no trade, all workers, idlers
of all ages-and even newspaper men-passed in and out day and
night, Sunday and week day, those lettered doors. We had not,
as yet, kept our word; that piece of pasteboard was still lying
there unnoticed that would at once open a door for our admittance; but the grand, old, sublime liturgy of our forefathers, the
prayers and hymns they had prayed and sung responded to our
every need and every fibre of our soul's hunger met its full sustenance in that liturgy of morning and evening and in the still
greater-the "Divine Liturgy"-the Eucharist.
Our sturdy will, our stubborn-stolid indifference to those religious services that were being conducted hour after hour not a
half stone's throw from our very front door-knocker, reminded
us of a little story of Hawthorne's while he was consul at Liverpool under his life-long friend's administration-Pierce. It was
at this time that he wrote that most perfect English classic, "Our
Old Home." He took a certain road each morning in his walk to
the consulate and he realized by some one of those intuitions, no
mind can fathom, that a very insolent-faced beggar, always to be
found at the same spot, was determined to catch his eye for an
alms, and Hawthorne determined that he should not. For a
solid four years, his term of office, he took pains to pass that
figure, and it was Greek met Greek, strange to say. The beggar
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author as soon as he came in sight; but he failed ever to accomplish
his end! Checkmate! Mind over matter!
What need had we, pray, of a new love; the whole, the entire
wheaten loaf was ours! But it came to pass in this wise, that
one Sunday morning a friend called our attention to the fact that
Moody was about to fold up his tent; that, indeed, being his last
day in that place; and we said with alacrity: "I'll go this very
afternoon, and go of course we did. We made, possibly, the
3999th listener, for the acoustics were fine and we lost not a word.
We liked to hear that great crowd singing. We liked Sankey's
voice. We liked Moody after a fashion, so, so. When this great
preacher began he at once told us a good anecdote, apropos.
"Fine!" we exclaimed, but too presently, another; and when he
shortly drew his breath (and we closed our lips tight and opened
our eyes a trifle wider) and began a third, we began to letter "a,
b, c," as he had done, the doors. (You here see, my dear teacher,
the benefit of object lessons, ocular demonstration!) Well, that
man Moody went on his storied way up stairs and down, from the
sky to a cellar in London; and we grew sensibly more and still
more quiet until we were the possessor of eight or nine letters and
then he said "Amen" and we went home and told the folk: and
that evening at the "Church of the Messiah" we washed them
down with a pinch of salt-that little, very small, ancient, insignificant collect: "Blessed Lord, who hast caused all Holy Scriptures to be written for our learning; Grant that we may in such
wise hear them, read, mark, learn and inwardly digest them, that
by patience and comfort of thy Holy Word, we may embrace, and
ever hold fast the blessed hope of everlasting life, which thou
hast given us in our Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen."
We told them-our friends-we certainly did like that afternoon; but it was rather too heavily salted, causing a kind of indefinable revulsion. Of all those illustrations of his we can now




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recall but one: He said there was a picture (and I dare say
nearly all of the Bulletin readers have seen it) that he had always
very much admired: It was the Cross and a woman had struggled up out of the breakers and thrown her arm around the foot
of it. He had always thought it a very beautiful conception of
faith, until one day in New York he was going down Broadway
and his attention was called to a picture of the Cross wherein a
woman had come out of the water and thrown one arm around
the cross, and with the other hand was dragging up another
woman.
In six months after this noted revivalist had left that city, was
that dense crowd who had hung seemingly upon his word and
followed closely in his train or wake those many services, were
they to be found, those men and women, or either, attending the
places for worship, of that city? I am sorry to say you, nay.
These religious excitements and their output are, too often, like
the Eastern juggler's almond-tree, which grows, buds, blossoms
and bears fruit while he is bending over it; and causes surprise
and wonder not only at its quick maturity, but at its swifter disappearance-j ugglery.
"Remember now thy creator in the days of thy youthTrain up a child in theSearch the scriptures,
For they are they that testify of me,
They that seek me earlySuffer the little childrenHe that rejecteth me and receiveth not my words"Psalms and hymns and spiritual songs." "Oh, no! Not
in school."
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You all know that hymn is now considered as the "No. I hymn,"
not of course including those mighty masterpieces, "Te Deum
Laudamus," "The Magnificat," "Jubilate Deo," etc. But of the
modern hymnology it stands unrivaled.-(Toplady.) The committee, some of the powers, entirely objected saying that the subject, represented by oranges, rocks and water, was out of place in
a hall where the washed and unwashed crowd would sweep in
day and night, on bought, or on borrowed season-tickets, for
sight-seeing, recreation, light music and amusement. But, some
wise man or men held the ground, and argued that it would be as
good as a pinch of salt-a sort of saving grace at that cheap but
marvellous show of God's gift to man in the citrus line. "Let us
have the cross here in San Francisco lifted high, right amongst
our fruit-we insist." And the cross of magnificent, selected
golden balls stood out from floor to ceiling, the central object of
regard. All honor to those men who put Christ into their business!
There was a perfect locomotive, a wind-mill, pretty little chalets
and many other objects of beauty; and a fine band of music.
Everyone voted who came and in a few days the "Rock of Ages"
was hundreds ahead! In the evening beautiful lighting-fairyland. The hymn was sung and two women completed the picture.
There was no disorder allowed. And it was as good to that
crowd as an exhortation. They might forget the locomotive, or
the wind-mill-they would not forget the singing of that hymn
and the Cross! Salt.
What is the matter with our mince-meat, it is so flat, so little
taste! We have put everything good into it-mace, citron, allspice, plenty of sugar, raisins, currants, brandy, nutmeg, candied
fruit, cider, apple, little rum-what is the pilikia we wonder?
Try another pinch of salt, and lo! The rich flavors are all there.
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could not number, and they all praised the Lord with songs.
And in the midst of them there was a young man of a high
stature, taller than all the rest, and upon everyone of their heads
he set a crown, and was more exalted; which I marvelled at greatly. So I asked the angel, and said, Sir, what are these? He
answered and said unto me, These be they that have put off the
mortal clothing, and put on the immortal and have confessed the
name of God; now are they crowned and receive palms. Then
said I unto the angel, What young person is it that crowneth
them, and giveth them palms in their hands? So he answered
and said unto me, It is the Son of God, whom they have confessed
in the world. Then began I greatly to commend them that stood
so stiffly for the name of the Lord. Then the angel said unto me,
Go thy way, and tell my people what manner of things, and how
great wonders of the Lord thy God, thou hast seen." Salt.  I896.




MAKAPALA BY THE SEA.


BOATS THAT PASS AND REPASS IN THE NIGHT
AND IN THE DAY.
Salute that native's boat;
Salute, salute we say!
Salute the native's oar
That brings us safe to shore;
Salue, salute we say.
But, as for poor little Makapala there is never a sign-divil
a bit, of the plantation on the face of it, just toilers abide within
its gates, hewers of wood and drawers of water indeed, Chinese
and natives. There is, however, the same Pacific in front of it,
the same glorious sky, of all Hawaii nei, over it; the same delightful atmosphere surrounds it; the same one God and Saviour
Jesus is preached into its ears.
This little village is not rich as men usually count riches, and
as they certainly do count them in North Kohala; this village
lacks sugar. But if you go to the upland you can look south
and west on plantations of richest hue. Whew! How rich! And
if you will gaze "away down east," there is little Niulii close on
to the sea, busy as a bee, all about one thing-sugar-cane. On
that one theme this whole district, excepting sane little Makapala, is luny.
Yes, Mahukona 12 miles off is the leading port of North Kohala and this district is the most northerly of the whole six and
the richest, and the most important and the smallest in this island
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a cucumber, its lettuce and radishes are crisp, its lentiles are
tender, cabbages heady, sweet potatoes and taro and onions, pineapples, figs, strawberries, oranges, eggs, milk, fresh butter-all
there"   "Who'll bid?  Going, going, gentlemen! Gone."
Where is coffee? You've lost your bearings. Not on this side
of Hawaii. But let me tell you here, now you ask; coffee is jealous of cane, rice is getting jealous of coffee, Wailuku is jealous
of Hilo, Hilo is intensely jealous of Honolulu, Kauai says, "If it
is not as big as Maui it's enough sight more beautiful;" and so
this little island-world wags on and on to the end of the chapter. "By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great
world." It is very natural of course, that we should, nearly all
of us, fall into the error that almost the entire population of the
globe rise in the morning and climbing the highest point handy,
shade their eyes, looking seaward toward Hawaii. But, this is
sophistry.
Someone has said that "a thing is never too often repeated that
is not well-learned." And it does, to us, seem strange, now, that
all intelligent, educated people, everywhere, are not perfectly conversant with the affairs of the Islands, from a political, physical
and every other standpoint. But it is not at all so. The steamboat companies, you say, have been sowing the seed now for years,
broadcast. Have they? How many copies all told? A teacher
insists on accuracy-facts not fancies. There are as you know
some Ioo million at home-my      home.   They  do not all
live in San Francisco, New York or Washington. In those three
cities the population, to a certain extent, know of the Sandwich
Islands. Yes, we admit that point.
There are, literally, millions of intelligent beings in the United
States who know no more about Hawaii for instance, than they
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are interested in the little world about them and wish to be let
entirely alone. Why, it is a literal fact, not a needleful of yarn
or worsted, that the writer had to stay in a village in New Hampshire, off the railroad some distance, over a Sunday; and the villagers had heard incidentally, that there was a town in Massachusetts by the name of! And when I was greeting
sore to get out of that-one of them said to me, "Why, you said
you liked this part of the country." I could not tell her that Dr.
Johnson said, "He never liked Scotland so well as when he was
on the highroad to London."
Conundrum I. If there are folk in the Adirondacks who know
naught of black bears in Vermont, how many congressmen from
Arkansas, say, know how many thousand bags of sugar, viz:
how many tons, are lifted by "lazy, dirty, cowardly natives" from
ship to boat, from boat to ship or steamer, and to shore in a
year's time? How many know that now, and in all the past, the
commerce of these islands has depended upon the skill, the hard
sea-labor, the bravery, the most faithful fidelity of these men;
that passengers or freight could not be landed without their aid;
that no other nation can handle the oar in these roughest waters
and at these dangerous "landings," that no vessel dare approach?
What a three-fold lie, "cowardly, dirty and lazy!" "Are they?
It is a pity such people could not be prosecuted by the natives
for defamation of character. Who are cowards? They wait until
the Pacific flows between them and the native and well for them
they do. They happen to see a native going comfortably down
Fort street en deshabille, and because he is not scooting around
corners as if the "wicked one" was after him, or the town on fire,
he is "lazy" forsooth. As for the adjective "dirty" we can easily
dispose of that. We all know that, as a rule, the natives are in
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The father had said, incidentally, that when Ananias came he,
should be a lawyer; but when the head of the story turned out a
girl, and he had to shorten up three full syllables, it was something of a strain, as you can imagine, on his good nature. However, he bore his adversity gracefully on the whole and gave us a
string of cut coral the day we were christened. He declared in
later life that if Anne was not his lawyer she could hold her point
almost as well as the boy would have done. And the family joke
was: "Hear, hear! Anne a nigh us the barrister (with her little
lyre) has the floor."
The native will, must always and forever reign king of the
boat; and sugar, passenger, and freight of any kind, must take off
hat to him or prove a sinking-fund for Davy Jones' locker.
The native boys came weekly to scrub verandas, etc., and when
we told them all was clean enough for the time, for instance:
"No, two pails more!" Nor would they cease until the water
on those boards ran speckless under the broom: and their measure
too was always correct.
"Because right is right
To follow right were wisdom
In the scorn of consequence."
But, pretty soon, we are going to send an article of information
to the States! Rah! I896.
"Rah," god of the sun, in India.




ANNALS OF MAKAPALA BY THE SEA.


THE RESURRECTION.
"The hand of the Lord was upon me, and carried me out in the
Spirit of the Lord, and set me down in the midst of the valley
which was full of bones, and caused me to pass by them round
about; and, behold, there were very many in the open valley; and,
lo, they were very dry. And he said unto me, Son of man, can
these bones live? And I answered, O Lord God, thou knowest.
Again he said unto me, Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto
them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. Thus saith the
Lord God unto these bones: Behold, I will cause breath to enter
into you, and ye shall live."
We have had as complete a type of the Resurrection as we
want, here in these precincts, unless we could see some one rise
from the dead; and we do not believe that it would make our faith
in that Article, "I believe in the resurrection of the dead," any
stronger than it now is if we should.
When we came here in November of last year we soon noticed
a row of large bushes perfectly dry and brown, not a sign of a
leaf or bud from end to end of that row. We have never seen in
winter time in New England a more perfect sleep in any form of
the vegetable kingdom. We then examined them and they seemed
sapless and we said mentally: "What can have killed this row
of large shrubs? It may be the strong winds blowing this way
off the sea. At all-rates they are dead." From time to time we
glanced at them and saw that they too were choked with the
grass, but did not care of course. We had not been near to them
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up, and the branches swelling; until one morning just before
Whit-Sunday, we noticed a pink flower (peach-blossom color)
and one or two very small leaves at the end of the twig. We
then learned at once, that they were all-alive. In two weeks'
time, every branch was, literally, lined from end to end with blossoms, as thick as if basted on with a needle-perfect leis; and
very few and delicate leaves. We have never known a like transformation, excepting in our almond bush at home. This flower,
as you likely know, is very much in form and marking like the
flag or fleur de lis. On Whit-Sunday, we broke off long pieces
for the Altar. Since then, the blossoms have nearly all disappeared, and the bushes are now a mass of verdure from head to foot.
You say, reader, my house is very small, and that the entire
lot is but an acre. What of that? Have I not the entire firmament over my head, and all the planets of the sky? Is not the
sea behind my cottage, the hill country in front of me. If you
can count your land by hundreds of fences and stone walls, your
town house and your country house, your yards of bank account,
what of that? It is but a mite, after all is said, just a "spec," of
yours, in comparison of the wealth of this world, not to speak of
Jupiter and all of the other billions. "God spake and they were
done; he commanded and they stood forth." Can you "read your
title, clear, to mansions in the skies?" That is the question, O
man, O woman! Your wealth, your station, your high importance
on this little earth (of which you well know, no planet seen tonight, with the naked eye, can boast so small in size), ought to
weigh as little with you as it does with the writer. It is foolishness to speak of such trifles, vain man! It will not aid you a cent
in the great Assize where God the Crucified One will sit as judge,
"as a refiner and purifier of (your) silver."  Have you those
riches that hold no base alloy? Well, we have a storm now that's
come on, on the full of the moon, and you know what that means.




It is of no use to say: "Oh, that is just an old women's whim."
Not at all-not at all. That moon is a power, I ken. It can be
fine at the new moon if it choose, and it can storm it at the full
to make up! That pale-faced, quiet-looking queen can harrow up
the temper of the sky, and then make it cry and laugh all in a
breath (hysterics) as it is doing to-day-sunshine and rain. It
has been blowing day and night until all of our slips are dried to
the very lowest root, and we hope it will rain enough to soak them
down, for ten days at least.
Boys are boys to be sure; but nevertheless, they have feeling in
their arms we take it, and we cannot ask them to lug water for
gardens an eighth of a mile. Plants may die, but our boys may
live and thrive. Rah! It is vacation now for teachers. "What
do you find to occupy your time?" How vexed it makes me to
hear a woman ask such a foolish question. As if a woman who
has brains enough to instruct others nine months of a year, would
not have wit enough to fill up the odd three, outside of a schoolhouse. A woman questions who has naught to do and does
naught, but call about and drive about 365 days of the year. Very
likely the world was made for her-it looks like it was.
Our pet kitten "Annexation" has now a broken back-fact.
How it was brought about we do not exactly know. But we
cried like a baby. Some one said: "It is of no use-throw it
into the gulch." Humph! that is not the way we use our poor
kitten. They even offered to bring us two more, instead. But
we said: No. No more talk of Annexation to us. This will be
the last.
Now, it's pouring. The country was crying for rain and this
is fine-a very pronounced Scotch mist, thick and dense over all
the hill country. Perhaps you can show us a better corner than
this for rain, cane and cattle. Go ahead.
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most beautiful district imaginable, where cane would thrive on
its own hook, even; but if you want something a bit drier you'll
find it about as dry as pumice stone on the western side, and you
will see coffee growing, and hear coffee-talk, until you will never
care to see another kernel so long as you live, or drink another
coffee cup. It's a fine country, this, and we don't care how often
we say it-we are perfectly reckless in the matter. If you can't
take our word, come and see. Ah! it's a country, and we pay
not a cent for getting it "prented." We must have been born
with that traditional "silver spoon," you know, near our mouth.
This is a part, small in one sense, big in another (cents) of
the "big island"-Hawaii. But small as it is, we have at the port,
Mahukona, a railroad of twenty miles, a marvel in engineering,
running through the district of Niulii. The town of Hilo on the
east has good anchorage ground, like Honolulu. All other "landings" are reached by boats, and skill of natives! It is a very
beautiful bay at Hilo. By-the-way, Captain Cook was killed in
that very South Kona district, where everybody who can (doctor,
lawyer, minister, teacher) is now cooking his coffee. I do not
mean by that to say, you understand, or, have you say that I
said, cooking coffee for Captain Cook, or cooking Cook's coffee.
How could that be when he is in his coffin or ought to be. I mean
to convey, simply, if I may, in few plain words, investing in
coffee land or trying to reap a coffee crop-a coffee craze on
Hawaii in 1896.
Please do not misconstrue if I strew coffee where it rightfully
belongs. Fine coffee is made by boiling it in a shallow open
kettle, and giving it a grain of (not Attic but English-refined)
salt, for settling, and a relish. The sun is nearly to setting, a
rainbow over Niulii and the rain pouring, in our Makapala this
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i8-N. B.-It almost breaks my heart to tell you that little
"Annexation" is gone to sea-gone to pisces, pieces.
P. S.-"Annexation" was a tri-colored cat, and that was why
we fancied it. But that did not save it from an early death. Not
red, white and blue! No. Yellow, white and black? Yes. The
day of the funeral the Swedenborgians, you know, wanted us to,put on white, but we compromised to be amiable, and wore black:and white. Finis.
A. M. P.




ANNALS OF MAKAPALA-BY-THE-SEA.


A BABY'S FOOT AND CHINESE FLORA.
There is one Chinese flower light yellow, small, and the extremest tip of the petal is purple; its exquisite perfume is pineapple and a single blossom will suffice for a closed room. Its
significance is "smiling." Several flowers that we have seen are
full as beautiful as the orange blossom, and one has the fragrance
of the violet.
She is a little, wiry, thin-faced woman of thirty-no more if as
much; her hands are, truly, like birds' claws, small, ribbed,
seamed and hard with the many labors of seven days in a week;
for she is, poor woman, a heathen and knows naught of that "day
of rest." Her feet are strangers to shoes and stockings or even
shoes; her sam and fit are of the coarsest, everyday; for there are
no fetes for her, into her prose life they may not enter; color, and
flower and pretty riband are not for her and yet she is not too old,
and a woman! On her head is an old sunburnt straw hat, and
around her waist the everlastingly string-tied apron. On her
back is what? A laughing, chubby, fearless baby girl of eight
months. She takes her off and sits down, this four foot seven of
womanhood Mongolian on a school-room bench and opens for our
admiration its pretty feet, as white and as sweet as your baby's
-yes. We ask her to give the baby to us in one year from that
time; and she tells us, in reply, that she has four boys and but
one girl and she cannot. The light of mother love is in her eyes,
as strong as in yours, and she would prove a very Bengal tiger
in defense of her cubs. We would not like to harm one of her
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What is more perfect than a baby's foot, its little toes and nails,
its pink heel and soft instep?
While we were knocking this baby's feet together and talking
to it in Mother-Goose English, it did not shrink, whimper nor
whine, but fixed its clear eyes on our face with such a calm uncanny gaze as to make us (only we are now used to a child's
eyes) almost wince. We felt somewhat as if a search-light, or
cathode ray, were after our mental anatomy through, simply, that
little rascal's eyes-and a girl.
Into that large square pocket made in the middle of the bib or
tire of every Chinese baby, made double and of stout material, a
cover all, go all its toys and treasures and, often, its only food,
its little lunches and munches. It is a perfect treasure-house of
economy-that garment. The Chinese are thrifty, the women
sew by hand and nearly all of them can do exquisite work with
the needle; and they can patch to perfection. The Chinese
women are neat, tidy and careful.
It goes without saying on our part that these Chinese love their
wives and do not find fault. We wish we could say as much for
the Caucasian as for the Mongolian in this respect. We went in
to see a heathen family; father, very pretty mother and three
babies. We asked the mother if the baby in her lap was a girl?
Yes. Then you have two girls and one boy. With a smile on her
own girlish face she replied: "Girls no good, eh? Oh, yes,
girls are fine; it is the boys who are not much account now-adays." Well, you should have seen the look of affection that man
shot at his wife: "Allee same! Allee same!" We came away
with the private opinion that they, the whole batch, were pretty
good stuff, as rich as Bagdad silks, to make Christians of!
Ever since, about, we discovered that we were resident in this
village, we have had, not a few guests in tow; and among the
large number we had, inadvertently, been looking to increase,
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when a decent chance offered, our personal friends, to the extent
of one cat at least. But we had the idea somehow formulated in
our brain-box (we have an idea of our own now and again),
that we would prefer to begin with a kitten and construct a cat to
our own liking. Anyway, that's our old-fashioned fashion of
doing many things-going back to the foundation-stone. We
could not seem to fancy the cut of our neighbor's cats, to speak out
plain in meetin', as is our habit; they are a wretched, demoralizedlooking crew, to put the same mildly. When, behold! as we got
to the head of our place the other day and struck the trail, and
Ball cats big and little some thousands of miles remote from
smallest thought, there was our kismet; small and weak, and
tired-looking-"Annexation" (I call it "Necks", of course, for
short), crossing the lot, as fast as her ricketty legs would let her,
to my very feet. "Can that kitten be walking with its eyes shut,
so diminutive it is?" said I. But on taking it up found its face
very pinched and its blue eyes very big from the fact that ever
since it was nine days old, not to think of eighteen or twenty-one,
it has found itself very "free," and on the road by night and by
day, and having to look out and look up not only for dog and boy,
but any crumb of food or comfort to sustain the inner kitten. We
are in hopes that with a kitchen-roof over it and high feed for
a couple of weeks its body will get a trifle bigger and its eyes a
trifle smaller. After two nights' sleep we gave it a treat it had
never known, and putting it in the sun left it to its correct reflections! It is under strong conviction now that its mistress owns
a fine Jersey, and is the keeper of a seaside bath-house. And she
purrs and dozes off.
Kittens and Kommoners! How we hit the mark. "Necks"
is now a pretty member of our royal household and we admit the
"nex'."  "We shall meet the people (and the kitten) who are
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iroads and what it is set for them to do to us, and what it is
set for us to do to them, will all be done"-G. P. R. you were
thinking of-"There's a divinity-and "Let Hercules himself do
what he may the cat will mew and the dog will have its day."
There's another very good one that begins:-"Serene, I fold my
hands and wait." You all know the old homely saying: "Any
woman ought to be able to make a good pudding who has given
in her hands eggs, cream, fruit, mace, blanched almonds, sifted
flour, the choicest of loaf sugar by the cargo, wine at her elbow,
etc. But how about the woman (not of servants, or carriage, or
dainty cuisine who makes puddings only as one more spoil-time)
who goes at it for her family's actual need to eke out the scanty
meat, perchance, and has no plums nor nuts, neither rich spice
tossed into her mixing bowl! but must e'en try her skill of plain
batter and "unadorned" sauce? Yes, my dear friends, there is
quite a difference betwixt tweedledum and tweedledee to those
who can see.
MORAL:-The real skill lies in the absence of rich material.
This is kite time, and opposite the precincts there is a really
magnificent, Chinese kite-a bird-flying far beyond the clouds
in the "empyreal sphere" this glorious day. We have never seen
a kite so high before; and we would not object being just the tail,
only to a kite like that!
We have spent a share of our precious morning hours looking
at it. We do like to watch a successful kite!




"LOVE."


Ho, ho! we're a jolly row,
We have to sing, 'cause we can't crow;
Step up fast, on Saturday night,
This run'll bring us out all right.
Ho, ho! We're a jolly row,
We must sing for we can't crow.
Now, do we rest, tomorrow? said the jagged, ragged mule,
He was a stranger in the town (New Jerusalem) and ignorant
of the rule;
It is a blessed thing to keep God's holy Sabbath-day,
But mules are always taught that they must work let come what
may.
Yes, dear, we rest to-morrow, answered happy, gentle mule;
Our drivers go to church, on Sunday, and teach in Sundayschool;You're at our Land of Promise now, and will get extra feed,
And if you work six days in seven that's all you'll ever need.
The men we drive go walking, the women walking too,
They tell us 'tis a lovely sight and a righteous thing to do;
Our owners here are Christians, and look out for their men.
They walk to church to keep their health
And the health of the souls of them.
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Of course we're only mules, (wicked) but our drivers think we're
"some,"
And tell they hope to meet us, in that Kingdom come.
Ho, ho! we're a jolly row, and only sing 'cause we can't crow.
Step up fast, on Saturday night,
This run'll bring us out all right.
Ho, ho! we're a jolly row, and only sing 'cause we can't crow.




THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.


If you will look on your map you will see that these islands
are alone in mid-ocean; we are not overlooked by any neighbour,
the nearest house being 2,10o miles away. For many reasons,
known and unknown, it is well-known that they possess the finest
climate on the globe, that is take it from January to January. If
there is any other spot of earth that can boast having a parallel,
exactly, in that respect, it has not yet been discovered.
Looking again to your map you will see at once that we are itot
in the Torrid Zone, but barely escape it. We are semi-tropical,
and while there are many productions living and growing in that
hottest belt that doubtless might, could, would and should (with
a little care and attention) flourish here (animal and vegetable)
they certainly do not.
For instance there is no mahogany, rosewood, nor ebony here;
there are no monkeys, none of the monkey-tribe here; no singingbirds nor birds of brilliant plumage; no wild beasts nor venomous
reptiles-save the mosquito! There is not a snake; but there
are, here and there, to be found, scorpions and centipedes; and
while they are not handsome in their behavior, nor to look at, their
warfare is not deadly. But, while their poison is not mortal they
are to be shunned. I have not in nine years had a bite, I mean
to say been bitten; at the same time I am never unmindful in
going where one of them is likely to take up its habitation. I
don't plunge into damp places nor dark corners, recklessly. And,
I shakes me gown, I does! Oui-i.
This is a little country, a very small affair-a few islands, a
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gem can be held in an ordinary pill box, or in the palm of a weekold baby.
"Old Ocean" does not wash the shores of a second Hawaii! If
you look away from the sea, and the roads around the islands and
the cane follow the sea to a great extent, then you must look to
the mountains and to the hills, and the wondrous fascinating
cloud effects over their tops, and down on their flanks. And, if
you find theml ever green, and you will, there must be feed for
wild cattle and there is: there must be many cattle and there are.
If the valleys are, too, always of the same color they must be
luxuriant and well watered, and they are. If there are countless
numbers of waterfalls on everyone of these islands (8) and there
are; there must be precipices and chasms, ravines, passes, gulches
and the rest. Yes. You are correct in your reasoning.
If there are streams of water, large and small, constantly, the
year round, coursing through the miles of gulches, from  the
mountain to the sea, there must be rich vegetation in those
gulches. Oh, yes. And homes are there and children born.
There is to be found almost every known vegetable for the table;
and, doubtless, a few you have never seen. Oranges and limes,
pineapples and figs flourish here; then of course we must not
expect the apple and the pear. But grapes, strawberry and many
other delights. On my veranda today, Oct. ist, in blossom are
violets, balsams, geraniums, marigolds, pinks, and two kinds of
passion vine. I have orange, avocado pear and papaia-trees coming on, that I raised from the seed.
I promised, in my last, to recount my trip from Honolulu, and
the capital island Oahu, to Kohala, the most northerly and the
smallest, but the richest district of the king-island, Hawaii. Very
well, pardon me for saying I am a woman of my word; and, as
a school girl would say, "dearly love" to write. You shall have
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channels, there is not much solid comfort to be found. But your
captain knows his business, and the longest distance from point
to point or, from port to port, is comparatively, hardly more than
a ferry.
To land at Mahukona, the port of Kohala, one must take the
Kinau! but, if you wish to go directly to coffee land (the Kona)
and old or new lava flows, you must take a different steamer, and
start on another day. There are "more sides than one" to these
islands.
After leaving Oahu, you will not sight Kauai, the oldest and the
most beautiful and the. fourth in size (the "garden island");
neither will you see little Niihau with its 40,000 sheep, and not
much of anything else; one foreign family; and the natives in a
very primitive state. These are in tile north-west and you are
going southeast. But, you will pass the lovely land of Molokai,
the home of the leper, Nature's great hospital and prisori-ground,
for the living-dead, where men and women once condemned and
sent, must forever abide, as securely walled in and fenced out
from the rest of humnankind as was the Enmperor Napoleon. And
all this is most merciful and altogether wise.
Lanai, devoted also to sheep raising only, is close to Molokai;
but there is a channel between!!At Maui (of great sugar importance, for is not the wonderful
plantation of Spreckelsville there?), we certainly stop. My!
Maui. What, what is here besides that tiresome sugar?  Don't
you see Haleakala? the largest extinct crater on the globe. There's
the pretty village of Wailuku in front of it, with magnificent Iao
Valley at a little distance off; and a good road to the plantation
of Waikapu, three miles to the right, and of Waihee, three miles
to the left. There's lovely Olinda upon the mountain-side, and
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and glories and hospitality, of that second in size of this group
of Venuses!
I am not talking poetry but how could one be prosy over these
things? "0. K.!" Don't say that, please. This is the land of
Nature's "Royal Tokay." Come to see (sea).
Maui is a beautiful country of up-land and low-land, of enterprise, of honesty and industry. Therefore, give us Maui. But
we have not yet reached Hawaii, the monarch, recollect. But
oh, we have to cross that "stormy water," that other channel before we can put foot on the big island, and that will take all
night.
HAWAII.
"The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmmelent
sheweth his handiwork."
By one of those mysterious, irresistable, unseen influences no
one can fathom, I was led to throw open my sea-window at half
past three this morning, and directly in front of me was the
sturdy, brave little Kinau speeding on its way from Hilo to
Mahukona. It looked almost like one of the larger planets
dropped from the sky, with its brilliant light. It appeared for ten
minutes to be almost motionless for the sea was in as calm and
placid a mood as I, myself. But no, she was rapidly moving;
there in deep water and she runs along close in. I could almost
hit her with a stone. Appearances are often very deceitful, and
the Kinau will soon have reached Mahukona, wait for the train
from Niulii with passengers, freight and mail, and be due at
Honolulu tomorrow morning.
The heavens were in all their glory of star and planet the Ursa
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early in the afternoon and evening of Monday and I quit my
position, and went to my writing table where I now am sitting.
There is not a sound at this hour to be heard in this village save
the beating of the surf, and the crowing of the cocks. There is a
lantern always burning on my veranda, which faces the south
and the hill country; I will look out and tell you what is to be
seen. It is now four o'clock, and the sun is due in about an hour
or so; and you know he never oversleeps, or turns over in his bed
at such times, but begins to stretch and gape.
The whole country is a mass of darkest green; there is the
soothing, ceaseless chirp of the cricket; the heavens are still
spangled as thick as dust (gold (lust); there is a planet in the
south that looks to almost touch the horizon, and the Morning
Star in the west as big as moons. One feels like falling prostrate in adoration before his Creator, and theirs. Eighty millions
suns with planets circling round them, many larger than our own
so says the astronomer: "The heaven of heavens cannot contain
three; much less his house that I have builded," says King Solomon, and "I was caught up to third heaven," says St. Paul.
But language fails, is weak and impotent indeed in speaking of
Almighty God. It hushes and awes to look at this heaven over
Hawaii.  But we believe that there are countless myriads of
creation beyond and beyond what the human mind can compass
or conceive. Yes, there is Infinity, there is God. Can you comprehend God? "He takes up the isles as a very little thing." God.
"O God, I am, and surely thou must be," says the great Russian
poet.
Nearly all of the stars in the east have now paled before the
light of the "god of day," and it is clear there. There are white,
feathery rain-clouds sailing across the sky, hither and yon, but
too thin to conceal the twinkling and sparkling in all other parts.
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lieve, I am sure, my reader, that our Heavenly Father has created
any living thing and not given the faculty of communicating with
its species! Oh, you cannot be so dumb as that!
Cocks are well bred. In "Makapala-by-the-Sea" there are
countless numbers. I mean to say uncounted but not unheard.
One big fellow, the "cock of the walk," begins the concert, and
yet not in concert, for no two crow together. At the first crowing after midnight he leads, and it is a full minute or two before
another takes the field, and each takes its time deliberately; there
is no crowding or pushing in the matter, down to the weakest
crow. The cock, then gives the first lesson in courtesy.
"Watch ye therefore: for ye know not when the master of the
house cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cock crowing, or
in the morning: Lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping.
And what I say unto you I say unto all, Watch."
It is now half-past five, I have made tea and toast. In the
east the sky is blue and golden, there is not a cloud, the light is
magnificent. The village is rousing from its prolonged slumber
of ten hours. The shrill, first whistles of the plantations are now
heard in the land near and far. There is the sound of the little
locomotive, and the train is starting for Mahukona to see the
steamer off, 20 miles from here, the entire length of this island's
one railroad from the plantation of Niulii, one mile east of us,
to the port. Now, I tell you, it is 6 o'clock and a more beautiful
day never shone out of the sky.
THE LAND OF HAWAII.
"But, you have left the 'journey' behind you, nor told us details.
You must wish to forget it. What is the fare, please, for that 20 -mile ride behind that stunning little engine, and over that most
wonderful piece of engineering?" "Bide a wee." Oui-i.




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(A few days later.) There has now been a storm. Look at
that rainbow in the northwest! "Oh-h! after every storm do
come such calms?"
After every storm do come such calms, Othello; and the writer
is "a woman of her world."
One sunset this week was so peculiar that if it could have
been correctly painted there is not a famous artist that would
not have condemned it, and declared there was never such a combination of color and grouping of vapor in the sky. Humph! but
this is Hawaii! Like all exceedingly beautiful things it soon vanished, for heavy masses of rain clouds swept down over it in their
jealousy.
HONOLULU.
The sun rises behind Punchbowl, an extinct volcano, a goodsized hill in Honolulu, and over that hill, too, you can see the
Southern Cross and all its magnificent train of planet and star,
if you are looking what time they are all visible. There is a good
carriage road to the top of this hill and from its summit one looks
down on all the town, on church-spire and palace, on ship-mast
and man-of-war deck, and out to sea.
Honolulu looks fine! She is set in a frame of trees, and she
looks a "perfect picture." But, "distance lends enchantment" to
my view (eyes) for that city is not a beauty, is not altogether
lovely by any measure you may choose to use. It has points of
good looks. And they are few and far between, literally. There
are many possibilities for Honolulu in the way of pleasing views
-attractive corners, inviting parks, wide streets, beautiful showwindows, elegant Post Office; but, as yet these and many another
are not realities. The drug-store are a pretty feature, and a part
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The Portuguese are not a stupid, short-sighted race; and when
the laboring class wanted homes in that city, they selected and
leased, or bought, one of the most beautiful driveways, cool and
high with the finest view, nearest to the town-the business
centre. As they are of small means and smaller education everything must be on a meagre scale; so that tourists on visiting that
point meet shanties and marigold, plaid shawls and Mormonism;
and the Chinese coffee shop. "Rome was not built in a day."
And when the Mongolian takes a back seat, and Azores stows up
higher, when all those lanes are turned into streets, and rattletraps into the fire.
What a charming town the capital now is!
AFTERGLOW.().
In these islands, outside of the metropolis and "greater Hilo,"
one is cut off to a very great extent of the doings and fashions
of the day. One hears of them as in a sort of dream or as strains
of far-off music. But there are compensations in the country
districts wide, deep and not a few, but a great many.
The moonlight drives and rides over these roads are incomparable, and by a late moon, the earth, sky and sea. hang pictures
on memory's wall never to be supplanted by any pageant of man's
device, however splendid or entrancing. There are sights to be
seen here on hill-top and in valley in the "sma' hours" and up
close to dawn, that outrival any fairy tale yet told. At such
times this country is peculiar in the repose of all nature and the
peace of inanimate life, if one may say so; mountains, rock, road,
in harmony and at rest. All seem sleeping. Such intense, concentrated quiet. Like to a healthy, lovely infant asleep. Perfect
calm, perfect rest. Then again, there is no place in the world
where hospitality is more free and open-hearted, and there is a
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people here are Christian people they enjoy and let enjoy, and they
can play no fool music but all is of the best. Oh yes, this little
country can paddle its own canoe on that beat and never care to
rest. There's nor Patti here neither a Jenny Lind, in truth; but
there's a heap of good singing all around the lot in a decent and
happy way. Music abounds from end to end of these islands.
It is a big music-box (Hawaii), and never runs down. When
the organs stop, Sunday night, the bands and pianos and violins
and harps begin, and keep straight on to Sunday morning church.




"AS COOL AS A CUCUMBER."


We make our own text books history a specialty very well
known in New England (the Bethlehem of America), the precise little cool spot (in December!) where the Great Republic was
born. Yes, they can turn out text-books there to supply the
world. Talk about the great powers, Russia and the rest! Why,
if they gave the little town of Lynn only a few days' notice she
could shoe them all and half-sole and heel their old ones. Humph!
But we don't stop to parler. Speaking of keeping cool in order to
keep control, or to control, in times of personal danger or disaster
of any kind, we saw a good illustration on one occasion in a
country town.
A man was giving an entertainment one Saturday night in a
hall opposite where we were living. It was about nine o'clock,
fortunately, and it was his rule to give no encores. There came
quite a shock and I said, "Oh, I wonder if that man felt it? If
there should come a heavier one it might cause a panic in that
crowded hall-and that flight of narrow, steep stairs!"  The
windows were all down at the top and I looked across the street
anxiously. He cooly noticed nothing, but went quickly on with
the next number, and at the end he told the audience he had
decided to put out lights earlier on Saturday nights, and most
politely thanked and dismissed them. When we heard the children clamping over the stairs and all out in the street, how glad
we were. It is the fashion there to wait until an audience is all
out and then go off together, laughing and chatting. It began it
"early times"-protecting one another after dark, and the need
of companionship in lonely, isolated places.
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Sacramento (I forget the place) and considerable damage in that
locality. This man's entertainments were purely of a farcial
character and caused a great deal of merriment-roars of laughter
resounded from that little hall every night and two afternoons of
the week. There was not an offensive word, an objectionable
feature from 7 to io of the evening. The hall was let to him
cheap and he put his admission fee very low. Whole families
would stream in there at nightfall, indeed the town turned out
en masse. It was a very hard winter, cold with a great deal of
rain and hail; I never saw such hail nor so much of it in a given
time. To me it was wonderful those bullets of ice, and I never
enjoyed anything more. There was, too, snow for a few hours
now and then for some months. And this man was really a comfort to that dreary town for six weeks. We declared he was a
public benefactor in his line. He made people happier and
brighter and he did not leave them worse than he found them.
He gave many small prizes and in that way won local help. "In
helping others we help ourselves." Prize, one day, for the handsomest baby, for the prettiest girl, for the laziest man, for the
woman who could saw a stick of wood in two the quickest; and
it was mirth-provoking to see the saws going up those stairs, for
it is pre-eminently a wooded country all about, and a good saw
is prized as much as a sewing machine. Indeed women there can
make shingles and bundle them; and I am sure some of them
are clever enough to fell a tree, make a canoe and paddle it. All
learning, all skill, does not lie in swallowing books by the shelfful. There's a heap outside the library-door, and people who live
in the woods ofttimes know, "a heap." So is it there, in that remarkable corner of the coast-line. It is as cool as a cucumber
there even in mid-summer-beautiful; and the white cap on the
mountain tops.




But there was a good free library with generous appropriation
and every needed comfort as to light and fire, table and chair.
I interviewed more periodicals and more newspapers (for they
were legion in that fine reading-room) in a given time, than I
ever had before. I omitted to say this man sold soap by the cake,
bar or boxful and wrote his name "Dr." Somebody. "Cool as a
Cucumber."
Personal coolness, I take it, means to have one's self well in
hand-to rule one's own spirit; to rule and not to be ruled-not
to be overruled. That's the point. See? To be not only ruler
(master) of your words, your actions, but your inmost thoughts.
Ay.
That no one, nothing, shall have the influence, the power to
shake you off your throne of self-ruling. To be re-collected at all
times, in all places. And all this implies, as any good doctor will
tell you, health. Health mental and health physical are almost
sure to follow in the wake of perfect self-control. This being
"cool as a cucumber" runs deep when you begin to probe the
proposition. It means a calm face, a well modulated voice, a
leisurely gait; it means a controlled appetite in eating and in drinking and in sleeping. It means a well-controlled tongue. It means
temperance in all things. Well tempered steel. "Cool as a cucumber." How easy to preach how hard to practice.
We read in the book of Numbers and in other places and often,
that after the children of Israel were, by the goodness and mercy
of Almighty God, brought out of Egypt and from their terrible
bondage and captivity, that they "murmured;" they had no selfcontrol nor would they practice any, They forgot God their
Saviour, they forgot their past misery and His great goodness
was not at all in their remembrance. They were not re-collected in
the wilderness (the world) where He led them all the day through
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got His wonderful goodness; they complained of their food, new
every morning, the heavenly manna:
"We remember the fish, which we did eat in Egypt freely; the
cucumbers and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the
garlick."
They forgot the "tale of bricks," to be made "without straw,"
forgot their cruel taskmasters, forgot their beatings-their
afflictions! They were like to men and women of this day and
generation, no different. They were not cool as the cucumber
they coveted.
But when God slew them for their wickedness then they sought
Him; and they returned and enquired early after God. And they
remembered that God was their Rock, and the high God their
Redeemer.
When we try to love the Lord our God with all our heart and
our neighbor as ourself then shall we be truly and entirely "cool as
a cucumber."
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
be always acceptable."
"Makapala-by-the-Sea."




A RHAPSODY.


Oh, Kohala's all right, I reckon,
For there's rain, every style, every day;
When the earth spies a cloud, it needs but to beckon,
And down dash the drops, in a mad-cap way,
On this lovely land of Kohala.
There is rainbow for mornings, and rainbows at nightThe sea sparkling in glory, the hills flecked with lightThere is color and beauty, a marvelous sight!
In this all-green land of Kohala.
The sky calls down, "How sweet you are, my dainty bit of earth!"
The earth looks up, with happy face, "It is our second birth;
Warmed by sun and, washed by rain, over and over again,
Is our blessed land of Kohala."
There are whistles of mills and whistling of men,
There's laughing and shouting, and singing "Amen,"
In this busy land of Kohala;
There is stir enough here, by six of the clock,Not to speak of the crow of dozens of cocksTo give every dreamer a rousing shock,
In this busy land of Kohala.
Oh, Kohala's all right, I reckon,
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When the earth spies a cloud it has but to beckon,
And down dash the drops, in a mad-cap way,
On this wondrous land of Kohala.
"Makapala-by-the-Sea," August, I898.




THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.


Kohala's Jubilate Deo-"O Be Joyful in the Lord!"
We know today what we are talking about when we declarea sort of declaration of independence, you know-that this right
royal weather is fit for president or king and most exceedingly
tasty in garden-stuff for this very poor Chinese Mission-I mean
to say the brethren who belong to the same.
Kohala has gone back to its former magnificence and splendor
and even outdoes those days, as we knew them more than two
years ago.
Never has the country worn a more brilliant and entirely
dazzling uniform-and uniform throughout-richest, costliest
velvet of green, and lush-the King of kings' own "crown mark"
-with the stars for gold buttons, twinkling and winking faster
than ever before in looking down on this new lovely bit of earth
-Kohala.
But all this ecstasy of mine, after having endured the weary
drouth of fifteen months, reminds me of the remark of a friend
that "we want no booming literature we want figures-columns
of them-because men and women like pages and even books on
books of vulgar fractions, and never tire of poring over dry facts
and statistics." Therefore give us "figures." Until three months
or so, in this cane-bearing district, there was, for over a year, no
sound of rain-nothing but angry, sour, beating winds thrashing
and moaning by night and by day and often, when, it seemed as if
one might almost touch the low-hanging and relentless, dark
clouds, not a drop would fall upon our parched and sun-baked
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chastisements) to the children of men!-But now, any little flirt
of a cloud dancing over the sun-and in five minutes a flood in
miniature. And every blade of grass is vieing with its neighbour
to see which will be the taller, come Saturday night-"Saturday
night, Mary Ann, Saturday night." The gulches are singing with
joy and all the trees are "clapping their hands."  ***




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A STREET DILEMMA.
The butcher's boy had tossed off the roll of brown paper as he
hurried with his handful of chops into the restaurant door, in the
rear. That active paper, stiff and strong, and with a sheepish look,
quickly betook itself to the gutter. Why is it that all papers when
left to themselves seem to tend gutterward? It may be a bit of
white paper, part of a love-letter, bit of a War Cry, scrap from the
druggist's last news from Greece it makes no difference; on to the
gutter they go. But to proceed to more important matters, a fine
looking dog had chased that breakfast paper and with the
help of his paws made good headway in the way of an investigating bite when, slowly, and with calculation in its driver's eye,
rumbled along the unwieldy water-cart. With a sudden jerk out
splashed and slapped the water ducking the dog which shook itself,
gave one angry yap and started down the street. A lady crossing
at the moment close behind sprang sideways and then on to the
sidewalk, white and fluttered. The man who had just escaped a
bath, going in the opposite direction, was so ungrateful that he
turned and gave the driver a look as savage as any Apache. Our
sympathy had, up to that moment, all been with the foot-passengers and the dog; but now came a reaction, one of those sudden
revulsions and we pitied the poor man trying to guide his horses
and at the same time prevent any drop of water settling on the
pavement of any man's place who had not put down a certain
"siller."
It had been, now and again, among my few and scattered
thoughts that, perhaps, when I could no longer plunge my hand
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seasoning it high and flopping it over into the editor's hands I
might seek that berth; for I am fond of two-horses-in-hand and
sitting peaceably all the live-long day on the top of a water-cart,
looking at my span of city grays as I journeyed through cool and
undusty streets.
But, I quickly came to the conclusion that the dry region of my
own sanctum, with its few cobwebs and friendly, helpful spiders,
was far more desirable, after all, than the more elevated and
anxious rest of a water cart driver. However, before closing my
door, let me confess that I have had in my times for cool reflection and meditation, (and to a journalist they come often!)  I
have had, let me say, as an under-current of thoughts of going
into small fruit culture, climbing as high, even (when some sudden "interview" did not interrupt with a jerk) as a grape vine,
and seriously thinking, that there might lie a fortune, awaiting my
industrious hand. Oh, doubtless, newspaper folk have all sorts
of far-fetched ideas, from sprinkling to planting, to pruning, to
reaping, to threshing. But where are the grapes and the grainthe bread and the wine? Alas! Nil.




GRIST.


Then, hold your tongue, come rough, come smooth,
Click, clack, click clack!Words spoken can never come back,
Never come back,
Click, clack, click clack!
Too much talk everyday, eh?
Just so.
Let us learn deaf and dumb to be, eh?
Just so.
Beginning with you and me, eh?
Just so.
Would you know peace and quiet,
Hold your tongue;
If you never have, try it,
Hold your tongue;
Let others talk, you listen,
Hold your tongue
They, your opinion, missin'Hold your tongue!
Know you a good thing, keep still,
Just so.
Must you put it through the mill?
Just so.




9o
How you'll regret that it went!
Just so.
After that not worth a cent, (mill)
Just so.
Then, hold your tongue, come rough, come smooth,
Click clack click clack!
Words spoken can never come back,
Never come back.
Click, clack, click clack!
"Makapala-by-the-Sea," Aug. 3I, 1898.




DON'T.


The newspapers of Hawaii give out the word of wise warning
over and over, and make no charge:
"Do not come to the Sandwich Islands moneyless for you really
cannot pick up even a Kalakaua ten-cent bit in our streets now
even with your Uncle Sam's glasses on your eyes."
But we know how advice is taken! "Oh, they've got a good
thing over there and want to keep us out and we'll just put down
our last dollar to land right there, and help ourselves. Its our
free country now and guess we know it." But, my dear friends
you don't half know it; you haven't even one of the smaller Channels by heart! Bide a wee. When you shall have gone from,
say Honolulu to Kauai and from hence to Hilo looking for a
job, you will begin to realize the know somethingness of our little
daily press and that it often speaks Bible-like truth. Our Channels shake up and wake up saucy folk-oh don't they! Made on
purpose to prevent too dense population.
We can't fill up the Pacific, can we? Can't make Honolulu
any bigger than Nature intended, can't spread out nor roll out
Kauai or Maui, etc., like a lump of dough. There are people
enough here-too many. We want all the land, first for the
native homesteads, then for the children born here. "Charity begins at home;" let us look out for our own, those "to the manner born," every one of them; and then for those like myself and
yourself, stranded here by fate years ago, and who have been
going up and down these islands working to help; I want a piece
of what is left over and so do you.
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go to the Southern States for his cane or coffee land, or go West
or North, there is no room for strangers here; we do not want
our own crowded out, poor or rich. Where will our children find
a bit of land if sold to the Grab & Co. now, as a boom? Let us
be a "peculiar people" and not allow knocking-down and shaking-out even in buying up the land. We may get too much of
the "stranger" if we don't take heed. He won't get dizzy if we do.
Will real estate men buy up great tracts, every available acre,
to re-sell to strangers, for them to put on "fancy prices" and hold
it so our people cannot get a footing by-and-bye? It may be.
We are progressing, if we hold to simplicity to integrity to
righteousness; but selfishness and greed is but destruction's
shadow, to those who can see, and the good have to suffer with
the guilty.
Let us look out for Hawaiians-our own folk first. The States
will not look out for us, because we are annexed. Each State
and Territory looks out for "No. I," first, last and always. Write
that in your hat, gentlemen.
We have been so dependent upon the native from all time, with
regard to travel from island to island, from landing to landing,
round and round to home again, over and over every other day,
and every day of the week and from early dawn to early dawn
again; we have been so used, I say, to call upon the native, to
always seeing him there with his strength and skill, his cheerfulness and unfailing good-will, whenever we were ready to step off
the steamer into his boat, whenever we had loads of sugar or
cattle or furniture or machinery or luggage of any sort, heavy or
light, to be risked in smooth or rough (and far oftener, rough),
from ship to shore; we have been so used to being sure of his
faithfulness that we have come to take it all as a matter of
course deserving no thanks and no gratitude, more than we give
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We say, "Oh yes, we couldn't do very well at all without him;
he was "raised up," we suspect, for our special convenience, for
no white man living could handle the oar in these "stormy waters"
and bring us and our property safe to shore-of course not. But
thenWe were remarking, as we neared Mahukona at daylight, that
it would make an Oxford or a Harvard team turn green with
Ge nvy to watch those natives!
And then having got our feet safe into that freight depot we
set to work to do nothing but watch our neighbors for the nonce,
those few native men as they worked the hand cars bringing the
freight, moving all that heavy stuff, putting one pile here and
another there, heavy boxes, bags, barrels, trunks and what not,
until that place and far outside was lined with merchandise, etc.
There was nothing but good-humor as that hard lifting work
went on deftly, swiftly and carefully, and seemingly with little
more exertion than as if tossing children's toys. And when all
was in perfect order they laughed and gave themselves a shrug
and a shake and sauntered out, indifferently, to smoke a pipe of
peace apiece. We could but think of the grumbling and "jawing"
white men would have made over that same amount of hard
labor, and of the likely big words that would have sandwiclled
it all.
We have said many times and we repeat what all men know
not for the native, in handling the oar-Yes ma'am. And if anyone is inclined to doubt our aforesaid remarks let him take a few
pleasure trips (?) from Honolulu as far as Hilo and take in the
"landings," each time, with the boatmen!-"Row, boatmen row!"
or we may (shall) swamp. Are your channels choppy? No
sugar there, my friend.
"Makapala-by-the-Sea," I898.
P. S.:-Don't let strangers have our land-oh no.




BOSTON.


(Founded in I630)-First Paper.
"When the ex-Queen left Honolulu she went first to Boston
and stopped for a time on its borders, Brookline."  Very wellt:
Then she was about seven miles more or less from "North End," 
the early home of the late Captain Dominis, who was the father
of the late Governor Dominis, her consort.
She could easily find a worse place than Boston-no one can
find a better until thev leave this little planet which we name the
Earth and land in the heavenly country. That little village, laid
out by the cows, and bought for ~30, now measures 23,000 acres.
It was so narrow and Puritanical in its tone, even up to the last
century and later, but today takes in the whole world, and literally
leads the world of thought-the world of "letters," the world of
literature-leads the world from a religious, moral and intellectual standpoint. It leads it not by its size, not by its population
of half million only, but by the genius of its will power. There
is money there galore, and there is hospitality, generosity, charity
to match it. There is the refinement of Greece, there is the zeal
of a St. Augustine, the love of a Wesley, the broad-mindedness
and moral grandeur of a Phillips Brooks. There is church, Bible,
music, art, lecture, sermon, and the best of the best-from the
best to the best, God. That is the foundation stone, "the corner
stone," the key-stone, the cap-stone. God. "The little one has
become a thousand." Boston is the elephant today, January, I897.
And pray, Go not you forget it when, like her Majesty, you start
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I704, The Boston News-Letter. There are now about a dozen
dailies and over I50 periodicals. The public library of over
2oo,ooo volumes is the largest in the United States, with the exception of that of Congress. But that is only one-the largest.
The child of the meanest laborer can start from an elegantlyequipped kindergarten, and go on, step by step, to the doors of
Harvard University, and not buy so much as a slate pencil; and
years before he arrives there he will have met, on his course, not
only the classics and modern tongues, if he choose, but music and
high art. Yea. And if he show ability, when he arrives at Cambridge he will never be questioned as to his "tree" or "quarters,"
but the means will be forthcoming for his still farther upward
climb. Methinks I hear the groans of a Britisher. Have a cup
of tea?
The "great fire" of '72 not a brand nor hardly a cinder of
which reached the north or west part of the city, resulted in a
widening out and building up of that part of the town in a more
solid and fire-proof manner and caused certain stringent laws to
be passed by the "Fathers." That part is called "New Boston,"
and will not concern "Miss Prescott's old Boston paper" today!
No one asks you to read it, me darling, ma honey-honey bunch.
We have to do only with the interesting sections of "our old
home," and tears start as we write the words, for we knew all
the highways and byways from pinafore days, and could tell
which alley or lane, or little street (and the city was full of them)
to take, if you were in haste and wanted to "cut through" from
one part to another.
IHer Majestey is likely seeing very happy days and nights
from her present residence. Leaving Beacon street, the State
House, the Common and the Public Gardens-the "Holy
Grounds" with its many fine churches and palatial homes, one
faces the mill-dam, the road to Brookline of five miles-a beau



tiful race-course  When there is a solid bank of snow on the
ground, firm and level and smooth, oh, then is the time to see
a magnificent fairy spectacle!! From all parts of the south and
the west come the fine steeds and studs and spans. It is a brilliant afternoon in mid-winter, the sun is high, not a cloud, not
a souffle devent. High-ya! Look at the Mill-dam! There are
hundreds of the most gorgeous turn-outs, oh what lovely sleighs
and lap-robes! "Look at that mouse-colored span shining like
satin, oh-h the black tandem-my! Did you ever see such
beauties? See those coming on, look at the buffalo robe there,
the ermine in the next, can't that one trot-say? Oh, my!"
And so the tongue runs, watching the drivers, the kaleidoscope of color, listening to the music of the bells and the merry
laughter, as one after another spins along, each millionaire trying to outvie his friend in the elegance of his team, the swiftness
of his horse. And there are belles and belles, the lanquid beauty
of the south, and the spirited, haughty face of the north. On
and on flies that pageant of Back Bay to Brookline, to Longwood and beyond, nor turn the faces homeward until the setting sun, with its could yellow glare, warns them that a winternight on the Mill-dam can sting
The beautiful homes, the terraces, the public and the private
gardens, the immense wealth displayed at every turn, from the
west end to Brookline, makes the "whole head dizzy and the
whole heart faint."
"The Parker House" is on School street in the heart of the
city, one short narrow street of one block only, from Washington street, the main thoroughfare and elegant promenade of the
town, to Tremont street, and the "Common," the cows home
in the early times. This beautiful hotel is the outcome of a favorite "eating house" in Court Square opposite the Old Courthouse. An exclusive affair, a gentleman's resort.




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On School street, too, is Mrs. Haven's coffee room, from all
time. She had the reputation of making the best coffee in the
city. On the corner of School and Washington streets, the "Old
Corner," stands one of the small wooden houses of revolutionary
days. It is a famous rendezvous, being one of the most soughtafter-book-stores of Boston; the book shop is crowded with the
finest and choicest church literature. It is rare to see this place
other than filled with the bon ton of the town. At holiday time
men work at night to prepare the place for the mass of customers each day. Not a stone's throw from its door is the Old
South, also of the "fighting day," and saved from demolition by
the ladies of Boston, who raised the money to buy it, for a land
mark; and it is now used as a museum.
From this point it is about three miles or little less, perhaps,
to the "Old North Church" (Christ Church) also of revolutionary fame. There, the beautiful peal of bells and the communion
service were given by George III.
This end of the city, Salem street, Portland street, and the rest
was once a most beautiful part of the town, the home of merchantmen, of shipowners and their captains, of retired
merchants and their children, quite elegant and exclusive
with the air of solid comfort and home, all about
it. But, to-day it belongs entirely to "poor Jack," and all the
fishing tackle that besets him when in port. Ah, it is sad to
see the degradation of the end or point of a city that is "run
down." And here, some streets, only they are most brilliantly
lighted at night, would be unsafe, even, for a guardian to turn
his back. Still, there are business quarters in it for shipping
stores, etc. And, oh! yes, there are the redeeming parts, also,
to help the sailor out of his traps, and to keep him from getting caught in them. There are homes and hospitals, chapels
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and churches and bethels; and others besides the "wicked"
watching for their men, as intent and determined.
On a calm, quiet Sunday, and Boston is very quiet as an under current! can be heard early the chime of those bells floating over the north and west of the town. They are beautiful.
There are now other peals. The first evening I came to this
little village whose "roll" of inhabitants-Chinese and native I
could call over in a few minutes likely, a little Chinese boy standing at the organ sang to me: "Like a little candle burning in the
dark; you, in your small corner, and I in mine." He did his
best to please me with his weak, piping voice, and broken English, bid me good night, and went to bed like a Christian child.
It was my first sermon, and a good sermon is apt to leave an
impression. I sit on my veranda for a time at night, when my
work is done, and sometimes Longfellow's words come to me.
The place-the precincts-are secluded and apart. "I see the
lights of the village gleam through the rain and the mist, and
a feeling of sadness comes o'er me that my soul cannot resist;
a feeling of longing and sadness that is not akin to pain, and
resembles sorrow only, as the mist resembles rain."
"You, in your small corner."


Makapala-by-the-Sea, I897.




"BOSTON COMMON."


Boston (I630.)-Second Paper.
For the city it goes crazy, and the common has its spree.
Many of you, doubtless, know that "the pride of the city," the
common, was owned by the cows in early times, and they never
dreamed of losing their paradise in those happy days when
they roamed from end to end at their own will, "chewing the
cud of sweet and bitter fancy" likely. It was the same cows,
too, who laid out the city; they were the civil engineers-bless
them! and from this "Common" one can go in a "bee line" to
any point he wishes to make! Folk "cross the Common" to
go any and everywhere.
The common is not large (50 acres), it is, comparatively,
quite small but it is as exquisite a gem, and in as rich a setting
as can be found in any city of the world. It was the cows' lot,
it is now the people's own "common;" and no inch of it can
ever be taken from them, or their rights with regard to it curtailed. It is all defined in a "will" that can never be broken.
These acres, the very core of the city, are kept in the most perfect form, its trees, turf and malls, its statues and fountains,
ponds and bridges-art and nature combining to enhance its
loveliness. It will be "a thing of beauty and a joy forever" to
that noble city. "For the city it goes crazy and the common
has its spree."
Yes, I will try to tell you about that yearly "spree" if you
would like to hear it. It's a bad one-no half-way-an Independent Fourth of July spree. My petticoat pocket is literally




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crammed-a miniature (pocket)-library-with all sorts of odds
and ends, and beginnings and middlings, etc., foreign and domestic, if I can but find time to straighten them out little by little. They are wrinkles, notions, fancies, musses and crumps
(my little children, dear), but I'll get them all bathed and brushed-presentable with time and patience. I know my "cock-andbull story" would awaken your interest. But, I like "Boston
Common."
THE SPREE.
When it was known "once on a time" that a prince, a live
prince, and no other than the Prince of Wales, was coming to
see Boston Common the "Fathers" declared in most solemn
assembly and tones that everything should be made brand-new
for his use, excepting, perhaps, the Atlantic Ocean.
As soon as his royal highness saw the common he at once
took an interest in some of the old trees. (Of course he would!)
But he had been too well-raised to hint even that his mother
had a common at home much larger and just as fine. But then
the Queen's is not set down forever in the middle of Bostonand most likely he thought of that.
For days before "Independence" the crowds begin to gather
in, from the four points of the compass for miles and miles
around, and from neighboring states, even. Many, have been
hoarding little amounts of pennies, for the entire year to go
with, "to the city on 4th of July day." It is an infatuation,
like "the Derby," for no sooner do they get home than plans
are laid for another "celebration!" It is now the country folk
mostly who keep the day for others have flitted to sea-shore or
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no trouble nor cause that will give them pleasure. "For that
Boston, it goes crazy and the common has its spree!"
The police force is increased immensely, secret and open, for
a few days. The roads are lined with all sorts of vehicles heading one way; the farmer has left his field, the woman her churn,
the mechanic has dropped his tools-are, eager for the treat.
But, side by side comes, too, the "mixed multitude;" mountebank and gypsy-gypsy, juggler and peddler, and "Punch and
Judy,"-all kinds of penny-shows and trickery, and last but not
least comes "Roderigo's thief" in flesh and bones, and no
ghost of a thief either, this time! Every Jack has his Jill, and
every thief has his detective on that dear day.
The "Fathers" are most generous, wise and considerate; but
they manage to keep their heads on that eventful day. "For
the city it goes crazy, and the common takes a spree!"
Thousands on top of thousands are appropriated for merriment
-fireworks and bonfires, regattas and races, balloons and
theatres, music  and  concerts, processions  and  orations
help to make up the order of the day and night.
No sleep is dreamed of the night before, and from
the moment of I2 m. Cannonading and bell-ringing and
chimes, together with smaller rackets are distinctly heard! At
6 a. m. the "Antiques and Horribles" are out and it is a grotesque and fantastic picture worth one's while. The ball is opened!
So exquisitely dainty is this spot of earth served, for play, and
refreshment and rest, to all the world who would enter to enjoy,
not so much as a bit of child's biscuit would be permitted to lie
on one of the malls longer than it caught the eye of a care-taker.
But, on the "4th," booths, tables, stands and all sorts and descriptions of traffic, and peddlers' paraphernalia line the sides.
They, also, have been "on hand" all night, and, after a fashion,
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But it all helps to add to the wonderful panorama of the day.
Not fewer than 200,000 entering this place in the course of the
twenty-four hours.  It is the people's common, and no one
dares to say them nay on this their great, high holiday. "For
that Boston it goes crazy and the common takes a spree." For
two nights and one day they hold their own, eat, drink and sleep
there if they choose; but, before daylight, of the 5th, that motley throng of venders and tricksters is a thing of yesterday; they
have folded up their tents and silently stole away. Scarcely a
man has been put under arrest in all that jollity, except for real
crime. That is one of the "orders" given.
We must not do one a kindness and then knock him down
with a billet! But, the policemen are tired, sleepy and dissatisfied as they see how things are, or are not, with just un cin d'oeil
on that dull morning on that sorry spot; for the sky begins to
threaten rain after all that cannonading, often before the display of firework is all off. The common is covered with debris; its velvet dress shabby and soiled, rent, bedraggled in every
breadthl, and the beautiful malls, even have "given in!" Woe!
Woe! "For that city it went crazy, and the common had a spree."
But, now in the distance, is seen the salvation army, the long
display of carts and the steady tramp of men, with shovels and
brooms (the industrial procession of the "5th") eager and willing
to begin the work of rescue and redemiption. They are neither
tired nor sleepy and joke and jest passes from mouth to mouth,
and roars of laughter, as they shovel up the picked and dry
bones of yesterday's feast. By night that place is tidy and in a
fair way for recovery. Heavy downpours during the day have
kindly washed its face, and soon all be sweet and fair. "For
that Boston it went crazy and the Common had its spree."


Makapala-by-the-Sea, 1897.




MIGNONETTE.


A Sweet Employment for Hawaiian Maidens,
Instruct Them Carefully and Scientifically in Floriculture and
Horticulture.
What are our native girls to do when done with school, and
obliged many of them to face this not always smooth and sunny work-a-day world?
We plunge at once into the charming, the poetical, in giving
our counsel, to be heeded for no more than it is worth, and exclaim: "Why, cultivate mignonette!"
We repeat to you, my dear Hawaiian girls, cultivate mignonette. Cui bono? (What is the cost of it?) Everybody likes the
odor of mignonette, everybody will buy a sprig if they own
five cents..
But, you must be taught scientifically as to the preparation of
your soil, and in what kind of exposure to make it thrive.
You must begin, too, with the best seed; and, you can never
neglect your work, your care, your un-remitting love and attention to your garden, your acre of mignonette.
Now, having begun with this flower (I am perhaps meeting
with a maiden who owns that much land somewhere near Honolulu, ~and who can form a sort of partnership with a few school
friends who own no land, but who are willing to hoe, plant and
water, pick, tie up and sell), go on to pansies, bachelor's buttons, violets and all other beauties.
The natives who are on the street now, and "may their shadow
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increase until it is wafted throughtout this town of Honolulu,
overpowering and killing the noisome fumes of the rank, cheap
cigarette, and unwholesome, destructive, poisonous, "doctored"
beer-may God hasten that day-the natives who are on the
street now, we repeat, must pass off and away to that country
where, if there be flowers, they will require no care; and the girls
now in school can take their places, and, they ought to take
them, and to bring to them the fruits (flowers) of skilled laborpractical, learned florists.
What is the use of any school to these girls (and I take it for
granted that many of them, even at Kamehameha, are poor in
purse) if it does not fit them, literally, to earn their bread?
Yes, true, many of them will marry, but that is not my "platform;" and even if they do, they can sell flowers and be a help
meet.
Teach them how to raise flowers scientifically, for one thing.
If this is not done the time is close at hand when florists from
the Coast will handle the job, and "astonish" not only the poor
native, but the white man, with his "rapid transit" lightning-express!
It makes me sad as I write, for I seem to see it all before me
now. Will leis be made by machine? Very likely.
The work need not to stop at flowers; but, wherever a girl
saw a suitable bit of land to spare she could put in a cutting,
and start grapes, and also figs; and one success would suggest
another.
God help them to wisdom in the schools.
It is important in this work of raising flowers (and the same
of fruit) that new ones should from time to time appear, and
also new colors of "old favorites." In the older cities a "new-flower" is quite often the subject of conversation. And we all know
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I might go into the cultivation of vegetables, and say, I have
not seen in Honolulu an ear of sweet corn of "eleven rows," the
purple-top turnip, Savoy cabbage, nor marrow-fat pea.
However, some of the "newriche," who "fare sumptuously"
every day, may get them in a "private car" from the East.
To resume: It is pleasant to come upon the bright, industrious
parterre of dreary Nuuanu street, where those few natives are
working; but we cannot see why there should not be much more
space, nearer the wharf, etc., given to the making of leis and
nosegays.
If "competition is the soul of trade" there could be flower girls
on the street, on their feet at certain hours of the day.
Flowers will sell themselves even where one has no real need
of them, if offered on the street. Who can refuse a bunch, if
cheap? Dear me, I cannot.
It would please me to know that there were mignonette-gardens, pansy-gardens, etc., all under the care of native girls, and
if there are not, why not?
The native was made not to be idle or vain but, pre-eminently,
to love flowers and to raise them. And flowers love the natives,
therefore, give them flower-work.
We were told of one industrious lei-maker who has bought
a good bit of land toward the Pali and employs Chinese to help
her in raising flowers.
In frequently, we used to attend a Play at a very fine theatre
where were stars of the larger magnitude as a rule.
On entering this exquisite, cool and dainty "play-house," a
whiff of mignonette was fanned into one's face, and it was
brought to pass through the unceasing, trapesing up and down
of only one dear, little, old (oh, so very old!) withered-up French
woman whose face was almost as much beloved as her mignonette  MIGNONETTE.




WINE AND THE VINE.


We have now come to that state of being, to that stage in our
physical and mental growth when we are led to believe sincerely
that we are fully capable, competent to take up handle discuss
dissect and digest calmly coolly dispassionately-uninfluenced,
unbiassed and totally fearless of the opinion of friends or foe
to the contrary the topic-Wine, Wine-making and Wine-drinking.
What ho! "How now Horatio?"I shall be frank and honest in my utterances on this subject
to-day knowing I have no "ax to grind" wishing to gain nothing,
personally, and am indifferent to a certain extent of what the
wordling ("ye cannot serve God and mammon") reckons as
profit or loss.
We have learned (hard school) in whatsoever state we are not
to murmur and repine-neither covet.We speak our mind or are silent. So far then as Hawaii and
the United States are concerned we hasten to aver, to repeat,
something of our remarks in our first paper on the subject.
It is neither consistent nor conceivable the union, freedom and
"prohibition" or freedom and compelled "total abstinence."
It is a wedding a welding that cannot transpire and we do not
say this to the detriment the injury of this, or of our own Heaven-favored country, but just exactly and precisely to the contrary.
Despotism and Freedom are not synonymous terms.



THE TRUE WINE.


The God-Man Christ Jesus.
From the time that God created man upon the earth there has
been wine; not only the plain juice of the grape, but real wine,
fermented juice of the grape, wine such as is used today by
the Jews at the Passover feast and other feasts in their times
and seasons; as for instance, feasts of weeks, feast of tabernacles;
also, at the marriage feast and at the rite of circumcision.
In the home life, wine is a feature at all times among the Jews.
Are the Jew drunkards?"And wine that strengtheneth man's heart."
In the early part of the Book of Genesis we read that Noah
planted a vineyard, and in the fourteenth chapter: "And Melchizedek king of Salem brought forth bread and wine: and he
was the priest of the most high God."
All know this latter is typical of the Lord's Supper-of "the
Lamb slain from the foundation of the world."
The wine His Precious Blood, the bread, His Body.
"I am the true vine and my father is the husbandman." "Except ye abide in the vine."I am the vine, ye are the branches"-"I have trodden the
wine-press alone"-etc.
There are many creepers, only one vine.
The pure fermented juice of the grape is the true wine of the
vine, and represents the Blood shed upon the Cross for your
salvation and mine. It has been used at all sacrificial feasts from
the creation of the world to this day 2Ist of June, A. D. I899,
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abuse of wine I have naught to write to-day. When the Israelites journeyed from place to place they took with them wine and
oil. They were used not only as food but as medicine. Even
the Good Samaritan had both handy on occasion; and he was
quite sober —"all there."
Our Blessed Lord at the marriage of Cana supplied of "good
wine" enough to treat that whole sea-coast, or neighborhoodmore than sixty gallons. Good wine is revivifying, bringing
back to life, restorative.-To one very faint or sinking under
any distress physical or mental, to offer him a bunch of grapes,
a swallow of plain juice of the grape, would have no effect
granting he could take it; but if one could force down his throat
a little wine, ninety-nine times out of a hundred he would revive if not too far gone-revive at least for a moment. There
will be often no response to milder doses. Two cases come
to mind to the writer: She watched alone with a very sick woman.   Late in the night she perceived her sinking, eyes
closed, her pulse fast losing. Hastening to the side-board she
poured quickly a little wine, and raising slightly the woman's
head said imperatively:-"Drink, drink you will die, my dear!"
And another woman very much the same, sinking, toward mornning, when the writer not knowing what to do, risked it and
forced a teaspoonful of raw brandy into her mouth, and by degrees, more.  When the celebrated German physician arrived he praised her most earnestly in no few words-"Because
right is right to follow right were wisdom in the scorn of consequence."
What is most needed in the world to-day is, very likely, a heap
more of good uncommon "sound sense."
N. B.-The writer does not wish to be understood as being
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views confine herself to these Islands. Her own income will not
admit of the luxury of "good wine" and she really prefers, as a
rule, "plain tea."



EMPLOYMENT FOR THE HAWAIIAN MAIDEN.
COOKERY.
(Specialists.)
In my first paper I spoke to you, dear girls, on floriculture,
horticulture, etc., and in my second of printing and of journalism, in general. I have now come to the kitchen, to cooking,
and to all that is associated with that department and I ask you
to go over the subject patiently, searchingly, and try to discover
if you have, or could study to have, a liking a fitness, for cookery in general; or, if perchance, you might and quite sure you
could excel or at least become excellent, in any particular branch
of the work; as, for instance, in pastry, poultry, bread-making,
roll-making, cake-making, etc.; or, to go still further into detail, could you become an artistic, dainty and toothsome
tart-maker? could you like to dress and cook quail-on-toast?
prepare and roast a boned turkey? a joint to perfection? grill a
rich meaty marrow-bone? stuff a little pig? make rich gravies,
delicious sauces with but a soupcon of eau-de-vie and mace?
"Welsh rabbit" with heaviest, thickest old porter? mince in
egg-shell? an English plum pudding, ("old receipt") French
roll, German pancake (not bad, soggy imitation, spurious article!) Italian salad and macaroni? (real article). Could you
learn to send to the table for breakfast (being say an all-round
cook) first, a swallow of cold, not iced, acid water, half a lemon
or lime in it, minus sugar? a little porridge, a steak or chop,
eggs, crisp, thin toast, a roll, and a delicious cup of strong clear
coffee? Could you learn to do that much, granting you had an
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for that food and guests. The pretty cloth, the mats, the "salt,"
the flowers and the fruit-an enticing picture. Your first step in
the day is won!But I am to take up now, in particular, the subject "Specialists:" and I will tell you why, at the start:-Because, one can
make more money and do better work by concentrating all his
thoughts and talent on that subject, or line of work, he likes
best. He does not dissipate his time and energies trying to become good in many things; but, goes in for perfection, as near
as is permitted to mortal effort, in one direction only. He is
wise, because he knows life is but short, and he determines to
try to win a certain goal ("post") he has marked out for himself,
and that he believes is pre-eminently, adapted to his taste and
-ability. He knows well, for I have said he is a wise man, that if
he undertakes to spend time or money, or both, on that for which
he has no "talent" not even the "one," he will only end in discord and bankruptcy-failure! "My father broke me, he could
not bend me, and I am 'a failure,' as you see." What a sad homily!Let us not break or even try to bend, but gently lead one, if we
may. We know that is the very best way to train, even a colt!
To love it dearly, to whisper in its ear, to lead it and not quite
lead it, really, either; but to have it so well-trained that it will
never discover that you have been its "trainer!" There's the
point-the subtle genius of true tuition. Now, to resume about
specialists: Prof. Munsterberg, (the newspapers my readers do
not, as a role, have marks of accent, etc., for foreign tongues;
so you must excuse) is Harvard's great specialist in Psychology; and, if I am correct there are about 400 other instructorsall being professors and specialists. Added to this corps, great
lecturers and readers are invited as, Prof. Gildersleeve of "John
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liam Knight, the eminent Wordsworth scholar of St. Andrew's
Scotland, Rene Doumic, and John Fiske, etc., and a series by experienced men, at the breaking out of the Spanish war, on the
soldier's and sailor's life. So much for specialists then, at Harvard. It was a mooted question in the Boston schools, many
years ago even, if it were not best to retain a teacher as long as
possible in the same grade, that he or she might have a chance
to perfect himself for the work of that particular grade. Whether
the tendency would be to narrow and limit, a teacher's horizon,
was the question. It may be said here with propriety that no
one should sell himself body and mind to any one line of thought
or work, more than that he should eat only one line of food:cereals, or vegetables or fruit, etc.After all it is not our reason, our "common sense," that must
ever decide in matters of true progress, health mentally, physically, etc.-"Be ye not fools, but wise redeeming the time."
Still, let us try to keep to "specialists," as that is our heading.Well then, the judge on the bench is supposed to be that, is he
not?  He was put on the "bench," because of his special aptitude in some very helpful direction, where the final decision of
a case must depend on his mental analysis of it, as a whole, on
his dispassionate coolness and level-headedness, we will say, on
his nearly perfect sense of justice, as it stands in LAW &c. &c.
Think of some of the more renowned English judges! Think
of our own of the U. S. Supreme Court!
Now, what of medicine and surgery? If your "right eye" is
in danger, do you not flee to a "specialist!" The same of the ear,
or the throat. A man went to the great oculist in Boston begging of him to save his sight: "Man, it is not your eyes, but
your life that is past saving: You have an incurable disease.
Make your will." In another case: "I will try to restore your
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in science, in mechanics, bridge-building, tunneling, road-making, etc., men seek specialists as leaders for the enterprise. In
lesser important matters than those of "life and death," or great
achievements in art, literature and the sciences, we would have
also, "specialists" in a way, or, apply the cheaper term:-"An
expert." So, we have experts to-day in book-keeping, dressmaking, millinery and in many other things. We need experts,
yea, "specialists" in cookery, to-day, in Hawaii.-There are as
you know, woman (I like that homely term, "woman") now, in
the larger cities who are specialists in the art of decorating. A
few of them are so skilful they can take charge of a house of 60
apartments, say, from the drawing-room to the dust-pan; and,
every minutiae is artistically arranged. There are others who
make engagements to decorate halls and drawing-rooms for dinners, parties, weddings, etc., indeed, anything else in their line that
their hand and skill can find to do.
Now, there might be a demand created, for instance, for a certain make of plum-tart, a No. i, ice-cream of some uncommon
flavor, chicken pie, and I might go on, endlessly, with this
subject. But I pause, asking: How did Leipnitz gain his reputation for his extracts? Lubin for his perfumes, Soyer for his
"Relish." Morton and others for their goods, but because of
their exceeding excellence-"specialists."-My dear girls aim
to become "a specialist," if possible and despise not to attend
to trifles in your work; for, "perfection is no trifle."


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THE CLIMATE OF THE HAWAIIAN ISLANDS.
As I stated in my paper on Printing, etc., if the Hawaiian
maiden (or boy) leaves school with the foundation firm and solid,
as I mapped out in that article, they can go on unlimitedly with
their "higher education." All depends upon the application, the
thrift in the matter of utilizing odd minutes, and often, whole
hours, whole evenings, which can and will be theirs. Take a
holiday for instance: One-half of it is enough, I am sure, for
any reasonable girl or boy; give the rest to mind improvement.
There are three books I would urge you to study:-the Bible,
Shakespeare and an unabriged English dictionary. Keep them
ever on your private table. On that table keep your implements
for work-your own property-pens, ink, blotters, pencils
-your "box of tools," ready always for making notes.()ne once acclimated, and clothed in thin, loose, light, fresh flannels can do any amount of work from day to day, and day in and
day out and not suffer from the heat, or over-fatigue.It is sophistry-it is an untruth, a misrepresentation to say or
to write, that the climate is too warm, "too enervating" (how
weary we are of that word-long and weak-enervating, we
should like to expunge it from the dictionary!) to do anything
but to ride about and to loll about, in borrowed private carriages
and cheap, untidy "hacks," spending, wasting hours and days,
in the surf and in silly, trifling calls. God's precious, golden time
wasted and squandered. Fie! There are men and men, gentlemen, who get up early and "from the rising of the sun unto the
going down of the same thereof" they work, from year to year,
keep strong and well; they are the true sons of Hawaii-the
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found on the inter-island boats, in the counting-rooms busy at
their books, in all of our commercial houses, behind the counters, in the foundry, at the bench, blacksmithing, carpentering,
carriage-making, planing-mill; in the Government and Executive Building, and in our newspaper-offices and school-rooms.
It is the rich-idle and the lazy-ignorant who can do nothing here.
Were you to go to Maine or to Canada, in November, you would
come across likely if you were an observer, the very same class
of movers-on, and you would hear them say from day to day:
"It is too cold 'here to accomplish much, too bracing, one needs
to hug the fire all day. One can't keep warm here. It is quite
out of the question; we shall have to get farther south." "Cumberers of the ground," it matters little what sky covers you!June I3, 1899.




MY TWILIGHT DREAM.


Talk of sandal-wood and of sweet scents and spicery, talk of
aromatic odors rich gums-of rarest, costliest gems in quaint
device of fret and setting; or of symphony, cantata and barcarole
-of finest cobweb tissues that loom can make, of "Point" for
royal wear, of weavings of brocades, and of gold thread and of
tapestry-talk of Literature and my "Output"-and live!
Say, what shall this journal be? Can we offer it to artists and
connoisseurs, at home?Will they not see at once through any flimsy subterfuge, our
"imitation," to get, make money, by our rag-bag-grab-bag of a
paper, our tossing together a few pages and calling it-"literary"
-our shameful misnomer, our botch-work that cost us almost
nothing of care or time or skill or money. Tasting strongly
and most pronouncedly of, how much can we make, and how
little can we spend? Faugh! Shoddy wrappings and cotton
twine, brown soap and herring, kerosene and cod and the strong
flavor of cheap molasses!We fancy now we can see the mouce and hear the dainty sniff"Quite provincial I see, over there-ahem!" "Yes, little cheap
-(cheat).-"
Oh, let us have done offering Manila, etc., have done with
"Hawaiian education"-have done with Boards of Health, and
of Education and of Missions. After one thinks the papers
would have finished with those tiresome topics for a time at
least, come columns of rehash-the old, stale, musty food "warmed up." Let us have done until I900 at least, and not lug them
into the "Output."
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bitions and aspirations, comfort the aged, show to middle life
that all life is good and worth living, even more than once if
that were possible; and that one should try to bring his life up
to concert-pitch of highest ideals of beauty and all excellence.Shall it rest one to read it? Shall it help each reader in such a
personal way that in a leisure hour he shall seek its leading and
say: "It does me much good one way and another-I like it,
relish it and can digest it, for, it is like a wise and discreet friend
coming to my side, every week, to speak to me words of counsel,
wisdom and cheer."-Shall it bring to the eyes, this output of
mine, tears not only by its sweet humor, but by its exquisite
pathos? Shall it say in its own cunning, modest way:-"Now,
j!ust listen to this!"
"See the sparkle and glint of that gem!" "What a poem!"
"What majestic prose!" "What a journal!" "What fine literature between two covers! " Shall it be justified in, mentally,
praising its own work? I trow. We will try. Say, what shall
my new-born be? Real folk? Not spurious coin, not a brummagem, oh no. It shall represent true, worthy toil-sacrifice,
self-denial, delving and mining, research, care, patience, loveseeking as for "hid treasure" for choicest viands that the reader
may live and grow, thriving on good literature my strengtherning output. A journal, then, let it be said, of truest "manners,"
eclectic, speaking the truth, refined and elegant-recherche in
tone, and in all of its gentle insinuations and pointing-the true
tuition true lifting-up-a bright steady light in our literary field.
It shall be as polished and sharp in wit and repartee as the
oft-quoted Damascus blade which could cut a hair. It must
too be a magnet by its sweet eloquence, its pretty, homely
sketch, its "old favorites" of poems, like to old Rhenish wine or
glittering MAoselle, warming and reviving-rousing rich fancies
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nor, shall it seek to shun neither hide, the deeper truth-the
deepest truths the Blessed Teacher taught! Into this Output
they must come.The Attic salt, the wisdom of Solo;non, the patience of Job,
the meekness of Moses, if not the strength of Sampson, shall
here all be found, we trust. The English of King David's
Psalms, we shall hope to use.-We are sure to borrow of the
wilt of Jerrold, Lamb and Lever, etc —to look for honey from
tongues of many lands. All shall be sweet as a nut, and appetizing as the olive. We promise much, what shall we perform --
Into it shall not creep, one strain, of the world's sordid moneygetting jar, worry and fret-no bang of drum or hint of the
shrill fife-or 'pipes! We want no martial music here, no mustering to arms-no "Dead March in Saul." Peace, we crave.
Over and through this output shall be the perfume of wild thyme
jasmine, wood-violet, jockey-club, maile, and a suspicion
whiff of new-mown hay.
You shall hear the delicate, searching strains of an Aeolian
harp, the purling brook-larks in mid-air and the rollicking glee
of mocking-birds. Oui.




A TEMPERANCE LECTURE.


"So the Lord awaked as one out of sleep; and like a giant
refreshed with wine, he smote his enemies in the hinder parts;
and put them to a perpetual shame." The Psalms, Day 15,
Common Prayer.
"Because right is right, to follow right, were wisdom in the
scorn of consequence."
It does not enter into the "eternal fitness of things," this hateful term "Prohibition," in any civilized and highly enlightened.country on this planet-no. And we know whereof we speak.
It is not worshipped nor even tolerated-indeed, it is now often
considered an effete and thread-bare subject for debate by scientific logicians and statesmen. It is simply an irritant, an urger
of the very evil it sometimes honestly, doubtless, seeks to allay
But as it is proved sophistry the whole argument, consequently
falls to the ground.
We do not purpose to give up our freedom, nor toss it over,
one inch of it, for a glass of wine nor a swallow of eau-de-vie, to
gratify the short-lived vanity and unsound reasoning, the worse
than wasted time, of mistaken men and women. As we have said
prohibition is now cold-shouldered and thrown aside by the
great leaders of debate-it is dead and buried except in far-away
and isolated spots. There will always be intemperance in the
world-intemperance in other, many things, besides the too
much drinking of fermented wines and liquors; too much eating
and too often even in Lent and on Fridays of rich food, and
drinking of tea, coffee, etc., intemperance in reading illegitimate
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staggering in "sound doctrine" and in true loyalty to God and
man.
Yes, we are sorry to know that there will always be evils in the
world unto the end; there will be drunken men as there will be
liars, and law and order breakers; agnostics-infidels and atheists
false teachers and falser gods.
But, "lo the days are hastening on,
By prophets seen of old,
When with the ever-circling years,
Shall come the time foretold,
When the new heaven and earth shall own,
The Prince of Peace their King,
And the whole world send back the song,
Which now, the angels sing.
Peace on the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King."
There are found to be better and wiser methods of dealing,
with this terrible evil of "drunkenness."
From a gentleman owning a vineyard in Southern California,
and employing only French wine-makers, (his wife being a
French lady and he himself having made his home in France
for more than twenty years), much was gathered of sound information on the subject of wine-making and wine-drinking, in
that country and in California as well.
He said he had never known on his place drunkenness, nor
intemperance; tlat the meni were allowed all the wine they wished
and that they always took wine with their meals, women and
children as well, at their choice-that in all the years, he had
known of but one man over stepping the mark and in that case,
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drink your wine clear, and so much at a time?" He said their
universal rule was, one-third water. It mattered not how little
a man earned some part of it was put aside, invariably. Is it any
wonder that the country of France to-day owns the richest
treasury of the civilized world, and that her people are healthy,
temperate and happy-la belle France!
"Prohibition is not temperance neither is total abstinence."
"Have salt in yourselves."
We, Americans, prohibitionists (and allow us to say we are not
now thinking altogether of the few born and bred in Hawaii
but of the large number possibly out of the many millions of
people in our own country) are the citizens of a new and young,
but no one wishes to deny, great country-great physically, materially, morally and intellectually. All straight? Very well.
Granted. Just all that; but here it is: We often fancy probably, that we know all, know all that is to be known, all that has
been known, and all that ever will or can be known, by any order of being whatever, throughout all eternity. And there my
dear friends, much as we love you all, we say you are a little
mite too sure now and again. There is not only much of the
true wisdom of America; but there are men, also of the "salt of
the earth" "light of the world," all over the civilized globeGermany, France and the rest, together with Great Britain,
(men sitting in the House of Commons, and in that of Lords)
who are to-day making an exhaustive study of this evil of drunkenness and who think no more of giving not only hours of debate, and months of day-and-night labor added to their $50,ooo in solid coin of the realm, to help their neighbour to rise
above his miserable and wretched condition, than of taking a
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"In God we trust" and after that we trust our neighbour. Heavenborn wisdom, the gift of the Holy Ghost, the Comforter.
P. S.-A temperance shrub:-Two teaspoonfulls of sour gooseberry jam stirred into a tumbler of cold water-delicious!
N. B.-Wine, and sugar to the taste.




THE STORM.


O treacherous, fathomless Sea,
Who bring'st an awful tale to me;
Of wreckage, waste and loss by storm,
Of hearts thou'st broken-made forlorn,
"That, bark and life were, tempest-tossed,
And in thy rage, all hope was lost;"
O wicked, unjust, cruel Sea,
Is that the woe thou tellest me
Who hast robbed me-robbed me,
Thou merciless, treacherous Sea!
Didst thou clasp in thine arms my loves,
And hurl them down to salt-sea graves,
Then wrap about them thy cold waves,
And hiss and roar above their heads?My darling ones-thy dead! thy dead!
Lying, now, in their sea-weed beds,
My dearest ones-beloved dead.
My all is gone, 0 calm-faced Sea
Sing not that song of peace to me!
The wash of waves is in mine ear,
Those cries for help I ever hear,
And so know shipwreck's very near;
Tell not thy Siren's song to me
Thou allurring, treacherous Sea.
I hate thee, O thou cruel Sea,
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The ones thou hast clutched from me;
Too well thou'rt known, O cunning Sea,
To others sing thy songs of glee,
Thou canst not ever comfort me
Who hast robbed me-robbed me
Fathomless, treacherous Sea.




THE OPEN PALM.


Almighty God, Eternal Son
Enter in, at my door to-day,
Enter in to my life, for aye;
To Thee, the best I'll give alway,
Now come Thou in, this very day.
Almighty God, Eternal One!
Art hungry, eat and drink Thy fill,
Art cold, then warm Thyself, I pray,
These winter winds are very chillTake this warm garment, for the way.
Almighty God, Eternal Christ
Eat and drink, in my house, to-day,
Hear ev'ry word I think or say;
Know all my work, and all my play,
With Thee I'll share the best, to-day.
Almighty God, Eternal Son
Wilt Thou the light of my dwelling be,
When all, outside, is dark to me;
And I know not what is to be,
But always, ever, trust in Thee.
Almighty God, Eternal Son
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A mortal, wretched, poor and blind,
Coming to Thee, O Saviour kind.
Almighty God, Eternal Christ.
My bite, my sup, I share with Thee,
My door wide open as can see;
The time is short, come in to me,
My Saviour, let me Thy child be.




THE ELEVENTH OF JUNE.


If cannot be a law-maker I can be, "a peace-maker." If do
not like, do not entirely approve of, and endorse every act political, legislative, or municipal, I need not worry about it, and
fret and fume and try to coax every friend and neighbor into my
discontented, fault-finding, hypercritical mood, and vicious temper. No, I am resolved, let every man in Hawaii now say, to
make for peace so far as in me lies and to help along law and
order and true prosperity. And the country would prosper;
would grow to the wonder and amazement of all men. Don't
you know, my dear Hawaiians, that you have a right more than
others to be grateful for your country, and to seek the highest
good; for, while you are to-day a part of the United States you
are like to no other part of it. You are peculiar still, as a country.
You are unique and must be. This Hawaii is to be rich, mark
me! is to be powerful in the years to come. Nothing can keep,
your country back. If you will but be wise men here, you
natives, it matters not what the tint of your skin, I declare to you
that Hawaii can be one of the strongest and most influential of all
the States and still be, the little territory. There's paddy for
you! Now figure out that problem while I go on writing the
rest. What state has your place, on the map? There gentlemen,
is your raison d'etre! Aloha Hawaii! That is where your especial
fairy gift, your good luck comes in, that you are a port of entry
for the entire globe as every Hawaiian child ought to know today and toss up the cap in glee. Why, you ought to be as happy as the day is long to know that the cloud of prosperity and




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all true progress is hanging directly over this land and if you
have but half a wit you can see it.
Now, you have my dear friends ("beloved brethren") to do
your honest helpful part, to push on the cart, not throw rocks
in front of the wheels! but to take your place in affairs of your
territory, keep your own door-way (each one) quiet, orderly,
sweet and clean and then see what will come! And may God
grant you wisdom "to live," as Goethe says: "each day as if new
born."
I'll be there when Holiday comes,
My friends, I'll be there!
And the lei of carnation I'll wear,
Will make you stare,
When you see me there.
My pretty Vaiolani she'll be there,
But you needn't stare;
My lei she'll make that I shall wear,
We'll be there, when Holiday comes,
My friends, we'll be there!
Oh, yes, we'll be there!
My friends we'll meet there,
We'll all meet there and have fun to spareVote away care, vote away care;
The country's safe, we'll be there,
Oh, yes, we'll be there!




MY CUP OF COFFEE.


A Lady's Visit to the Hackfeld's Coffee Plantations and Mills —
Some Interesting Thoughts for Hawaiians to Ponder Over.
Of H Hackfeld & Co's highest grade coffee-"Kamehameha
No I"-take a large half cup, and putting the same into an open
porcelain-lined kettle add one fresh egg and beating together,
shell and all, pour over it one pint of boiling water (the minute
the water boils), and let it boil hard for seven minutes (no cover,
you understand), take it off and throw in a small dash of cold
water and a trifle of salt. Pour out a cupful three times and pour
it back; cover it and let it stand still for five minutes, and your
coffee is "clear as a bell" and ready for cream and loaf-sugar.
If you like, you can add a dessert-spoonful of fine brandy, not putting in the cream. You have now a cup of coffee fit for the gods
-both meat and drink.
We have been "through the mill" and can write about it, not
about centrifugals and centripetals exactly, but something of the
coffee centre of Hawaii, in which this splendid, generous, enterprising firm of Hackfeld & Co.-and long may it wave-is interested.
THE TWO MILLS
soon to be in operation, one at Kailua and the other in Hilo,
will take coffee in a bee-line from the tree to the coffee pot, having the entire process of drying, pulping, hulling, polishing, burning, grinding, and putting into pound packages ready for the
grocer, in their own hand.
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This does not follow that one cannot purchase of the firm a
thousand sacks, if he choose, in any stage of the berry he may
prefer.
Now, the coffee reaches the Honolulu mill after having been
dried and pulped; the fatty, sticky part having been taken off the
berry, on the plantations, and it is all ready for the further precess of hulling, etc. So there is a great advantage where the mill
is close to the plantations. Coffee will then be shipped direct
from Hilo to the Coast and ready for the cook and breakfast.
WHEN THE COFFEE COMES TO HONOLULU
to the mill, if it is not perfectly dried, it cannot go through the
mills without injuring the looks of the berry, and making the
highest grade coffee (the most aromatic flavor) look like something inferior-causing the berry to flatten and perhaps wrinkle,
or crumple as it were.
So you will see at once that it needs careful discernment, wisdom and skill in dealing with the precious berry. Also, when
coffee is pulped and dried on the plantations the berries may be
nicked by the pulper or a little discolored in some way, and all
such kernels must be picked out by hand and sold for a lower
price; they cannot enter the sack of perfect berries.
This is the work for girls, and there we found fifteen, busy and
attentive. They place both hands on the little table and, as the
coffee slowly covers the board, they pick rapidly for the poor
kernels, the contents of the board moving on and off constantly
-a sort of treadmill for the hands. It keeps coming every minute, that coffee.
VERY FEW HAWAIIAN GIRLS


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The Hawaiians excel as workers when they will work, as we
have always declared; they cannot be beat.
But when will they work? Alas! when their spirit moves and
no other when. Certainly not just after'a holiday; and indeed
they don't fancy Monday very much, and not more than half
session for Saturday, and so you will see where business must
go on, in spite of battledore and shuttlecock, why, the Portuguese comes to the front, for she will see to it that pleasure does
not interfere with her pocket-book, and will work every hour
where she can see the money.
This picking-work is not hard but requires a quick eye, care,
and steady application. The smell of the coffee is rather agreeable and the mill is so sweet and orderly we coveted a corner for
our housekeeping, almost.
Putting coffee into packages is also girls' work.
We saw one full native there, and instantly took his measure.
He has been working for the firm for forty years. Another has
CHARGE OF ALL THE MACHINERY
in the girls' room and also keeps the books of that department.
A Portuguese in the cellar has entire care there and keeps the
books.
There is perfect system in this perfect mill as one can see at
a glance! Commend us to the German.
Of Kona, Olaa and Hamakua coffee, experts have proved that
the highest grade of the latter has the most delicious flavor of the
three. This No. i coffee needs no chiccory to enhance the flavor
or aroma; but, a hypercritic would throw cologne upon a Marechal Niel rose.
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add pungency to the flavor. We all know where used with judgment the plant is not unhealthful.
The berry grows smaller as the trees grow older.
About eighty sacks a day can be hulled and polished at the
mills two sacks can be roasted at a time in their oven and fifty
sacks a day can be ground. They can grind fast&r than the oven
can burn.
We handled some of the green coffee before it was hulled and
how perfect and handsome it looked in its satin jacket!  0,God how marvellous are all thy works?
'We handled too the refuse and wondered to what real use it
might be put; for, we believe that nothing should go to waste
and be dubbed and treated as, 'waste.' It looks quite rich and
heavy and must be good for something, although chemical tests
are against its use as a first class fertilizer.
When coffee comes to the mill not quite dry it is sent to the
*attic to take a sun-bath in good form.
It seems a pity that this great and splendid industry-the coffee-raising-should begin to be already displaced for sugar, and
does not speak well for the unselfish enterprise of a country. The
plantations can be sure of 15 cents a pound?
Take a small cup of black coffee for your digestion after a!pleasant meal.


Honolulu, June 26, I899.




MARK AND READ.


The Signs of the Times-The Educators of Our Children Apart
from Their Commercial Influence.
Somewhere we have read that if one wished to acquaint one's
self with the real prosperity and interests, with the true life of a
city or even of a nation, one must ponder the advertisements,
and see how much of strength and power and wealth, and activity, and true progress they intimated or indicated. Mark, as one
may say, the index finger of colossal campanies and firms. To
what do they truly and unflinchingly point? Tell me that. They
are the signs of the times that no one questions.
They are written for and by intelligent men, the capital and
often the brain of a country; and it is intended that they should
be read and even studied, and shall prove helps and blessingsguide posts for a community.
We need not pass lightly over our little products, many of
them scholarly and got up in most perfect form, namely:
ONLY AN ADVERTISEMENT!"
The time is ripe when more attention should be paid for that
which, while freely given, costs untold sums. And before goingfarther we would speak generally of the advertisements appearing in the newspapers of the Hawaiian Islands. Honolulu needs
not to be ashamed of its advertising, for prettier or more artistic
cannot be seen even in Boston.
Now, understand, my dear reader, that we are unselfish in what
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But to teach, and to preach, seems somehow to have tumbled
into our lot and we often have no volition in the premises. So,
if you "can't bear" our lines pray don't read them. Someone
else will and give you the gist. The writer was told that certain
articles were once passed from house to house; but they
"DO NOT SEE THAT PAPER!"
Hapaha.!
Very likely many of the classes who use Readers to-day which
they have thumbed and turned for a year or longer could well
profit by studying the advertising columns of the newspapers
for at least one solid month. How many pupils of the higher
grades, say, can tell me where the forms of bordering, the scrolls,
ornamentation, etc., used by them from week to week, originated? Are they Egyptian, Gothic, Greek? What are they?
-lowx niany can explain clearly, anything at all about types
used therein? What is pica, my dear? ruby? What is a kern,
now? Ah! Take up any "display" advertisement, say, that of a
firm with "Ltd." after its name. What kind of type is used in
that one? And that boy standing there, ten years of age, can't tell
what "Ltd." means! Humph!
Oh —h! those editors can teach you a few things "my precious one, ma nonpareil, ma Amy." Now, look again. From
what celebrated canvas in the R. A. was the copy made seen in
that picture, or what plants do you discover in that other?
IN SOME OLD READER
you will find that instructive lesson: "Eyes and no Eyes." See?
One may say off-hand and without reflection: "Oh, advertisements are too dry for children and they would not understand them." You mistake. Chinese children six years old will




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spread down a newspaper and point out the letters, calling my
attention to a picture only an inch long! Any child will coax
for a paper and entertain itself for half an hour hunting it! Little children should be taught to copy from them and to cut out
the pictures. Also, to do some chalk work from them. Higher
grades should read from them at least once a week. How painful it is to a cultivated ear often, to hear some one attempt to
blunder and stumble in a hard, strained tone through, well, "an
accident!" we will say; and may we be spared from trying to
listen to like reading, patiently! There is no royal road to reading well, aloud. It means much practice and good tuition from
such as have made the art a serious part of their curriculum.
A child will catch slang for instance, we all know, much more
~easily than it will good English. And the same applies to the
voice and to reading in general, to pronunciation, modulation,
etc.
A STUPID MAN OR WOMAN.
A lolo, yawningly throws down the great Tribune and says:
"I've read it all, everything in it but the advertisements;" the
very thing they needed to read, and there's really nothing in it
but the last victory of golf, or how Mary Green's supper table was
decked-"Oh, yes, that was sweetly lovely!"
A great banking house, we will quote, orders an expert to
make out its advertisement, for the quarter. So carefully and accurately is that "copy" prepared for the printer, so elegantly
turned, so perfect in its English composition that the typo would
not presume, would not dare to alter, or blunder. Look at the
ads. of nearly all the mammoth insurance companies, of the
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EDUCATION IN EPITOME.
Again; Notice the last-and often first pages of periodicals
and of weeklies. Almost every advertisement is beautiful illustrated-churches, schools, seaside resorts, country views, etc.,
that are worth a glance, indeed. Now for my resume: These
advertisements costing a city hundreds of thousands, many of
them perfect gems of English, perfect in their style, their ornamentations, lettering, figuring, heading, are written for our profit, "Eyes and No Eyes?"
Last but not least let me add: All this perusing of advertisements by school-children will not only be for their benefit, but
the circle widens and widens immensely. For, when it is known
that the journals of a State or of a Country are placed before myriads of sharp, keen eyes the tone of the daily press will be raised
and it will be indeed, in all of its columns, the faithful, careful
tutor of the rising generation. God hasten that day.




THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.


Makapala-by-the-Sea-A Short Saturday Sermon.
"That walk to go down into Egypt, and have not asked at    r
my mouth; to strengthen themselves in the strength of Pharaoh,
and to trust in the shadow of Egypt!"
"For he shall save his people from their sins."  The Angel.
"Before Abraham was, I am."
"Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst
formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting to everlasting thou art God."
"The God-Man, Christ Jesus."
This is the stupendous, the all-important, the only important
subject for all time, that we have taken upon our pen to-day,
for your, at least, few (five) minutes' consideration. "Millions
of money for an inch of time!" said the dying Queen. Millions
of money for five minutes more of life, exclaimed that glorious
queen who had done more for science, art and literature than any
monarch of modern times. In her reign England truly began
her great life-in the Church in "letters," in the navy, in commerce, in the names of a Cecil, a Spenser, a Shakespeare, Bacon,
a Frobisher, a Drake; an "East India Company." the right of
the commons to free speech-and time would fail me to repeat
all the history of this unparalleled reign (excepting, forever, that
of the present Queen). Why did that woman plead of the "King
of kings" for a little more inch of time? That she might do
more for literature? (O ye Carlyles and George Eliots, not to
speak of the host of lesser lights with their little tapers who try
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the good of her subjects in politics, philanthropy, or philosophy?
Oh, no! that she might make her peace with God. That was all
-that was the burden of her cry, the secret.
"While we have time." While we have time.
'The God-Man, Christ Jesus."
On the walls of the school of St. Paul, Makapala, is a good
picture of "Christ before Pilate." Facing the children are two
illuminated charts of the Lord's Prayer and the Creed. There
are pictures of the Blirth, the Crucifixion, the Resurrection,
and the Ascension of our Blessed Lord, and many scenes in His
life on earth. They are only inexpensive wood-cuts but they tell
plainly enough "the old, old story of Jesus and His love." It
is a common thing to see two or three children standing on the
benches and talking to another of these things, in Chinese, some-.
times in Hawaiian. They are little (big) sermons, object lessons.
We will leave queens now and royalty-put behind us ("get
thee behind me, satan") Voltaire, Tom Paine, Theodore Parker; all Tyndalls and Huxleys, and Darwins, all Free-thinkersall Strausses, Renans, and "German thought;" and all men or
women who follow (or try to) in their train.
We want "the middle of the road;" drive your shaky, rickety
loose-jointed traps, breaks and sulkies into the ditches, and hitch
to the fences, if you like, or bouleverser en la boue! We'll tie our
ribands to the stars, driving a heavenly chariot. We have come
to the bedside of a brother in his dying agony. We did not say
that the doctor or the nurse, or Moses or Joshua, or Isaiah, St.
John or St. Paul had been by his side all night. Oh, no. I
have suffered terribly from weakness, but the Saviour was by.my bed all night to help me bear it." And he died that morning! "Was his mind clear?" Was his mind clear! A thousand times clearer than yours or mine this moment. The light
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flesh had lost its victory-infidelity, atheism, another name only,
for Devil, had lost its game in him. "Safe in the arms of Jesus."
The same hand that led and sustained the martyrs in their afflictions. Thank God, all Christians meet on the common groundThe Divinity of Our Lord.
There are not words enough in the English language (and how
we love that tongue and what a faithful study we have made of
its beauties) to express our horror of that man, or that woman,
who having had, all the benefit of school and college, of culture
and travel, who has been especially favored by going from kingdom to kingdom, from Cathedral to Court, from gallery to
Salon, to Club, who has seen nearly all, or had a bite, at all, of
the glorious under this sun; and then, with his head and mind
packed with knowledge and erudition casts his eyes (and his writings) about, contemptuously on those "simple folk," who have not
lost their mother's and father's faith, have not made shipwreck of
their Bible, and who still cling to the teachings and the hymns
of the old roof-tree-"The God Man, Christ Jesus."
Were it not, emphatically, wrong; and wronger in a body and
Christians, to use any form of strong words, we should simply
say, imperatively (as we say to a child: "sit!") "Damn you!" But
more's the pity, we cannot make these people sit, neither may
we damn them. But there's a bad time coning for them, we
fear! There is one thing we would do were we rich-we would
say: "Come, now!   We offer one million dollars ($i,ooo,ooo)
in gold, if any one of you who say (honestly) you'd not believe
in the Ilible (but in Prof. Von Serpent) do not believe that the
Saviour was more than a good man, an example, a pattern; if
you will come forward, to a well-heated furnace or even to a pot
of boiling lead, or oil, and consent to put in, without any compelling, put one of your little fingers and have it burnt clean off,
or boiled or broiled off, in confirmation of your belief" Not one
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most generous offer. See how they quake, and shake and shiver,
in their shoes, when they think death is approaching, if their
"mind is clear!" Oui, Madame. Now, mark! If a persecution
of Christians was to arrive the blessed morrow how quickly
would another book be filled with the names of maidens, wives
and mothers; the son, the husband, the father who had laid down
their lives as readily as St. Stephen! Don't talk.-"The God
Man, Christ Jesus."




LOOTING.


"Trifles make perfection and perfection is no trifle."  The
printer of a few years only, of experience (not an "ancient" exactly) has but to insert the little word "up" after your "climbing,"
for instance, and your article, prepared with thought and care is
spoiled and you stand (innocent victim) before your readers an
ignoramus and a dunce. But that journal, that "Progressive
Educatah" enters the homes of half the town-price, five cents.
And you are sold. Moral:-Covet not the blue riband of Liter-.ature.-Many of the ancient hymns and not a few of the early
part of the present century have been so mutilated and marred,
adapted, altered and abridged that the author would now hardly
recognize his work-chalices of Royal Tokay poured upon the
ground by the iconoclast and the fanatic, and refilled, alas! with
something as tasteless as rice water. But this is an age of progress. The Bible too has been revised. We are glad to note the
words of Bishop Coxe on that subject and rest it there:-"I have
also survived that other 'revision,' ill-omened, ill-starred and
ignominiously shelved by common consent of scholars and the
common sense of devout Christian people."
But as the bump of the ludicrous covers our whole head nearly
and has made a bridge for us over many a deep water we cannot
refrain just here from quoting a few words more from "the
cloth:"-"A clergyman reading the lessons in my church one Sunday, changed the phrase 'He would fain have filled his belly with
the husks that the swine did eat' into 'filled his abdomen,' etc.
I was very much annoyed, and asked him after service, why he
had done that, and he replied that he considered 'belly' too archaic
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masterpiece of art-composition-poem, Gray's "Elegy" (the
laurel was offered to Gray, but was declined) that not a word of
it could be altered or exchanged without impairing its exquisite
beauty and perfection.-A propos: It was this poem, you know,
that Daniel Webster asked to have read to him in his last
hours.It is one masterful illustration of the marvelous power of
language, and the true inwardness of a single word-that it can
stand in its place as a priceless pearl with an individuality complete and perfect having no exact parallel-no precise counterpart or duplicate-no twin, if I may be allowed the expression;
a sort of live human thing with properties or attributes so obvious
as to be able to break and destroy the harmony, the music of a
literary work if exchanged. Had we the Biblical knowledge of
but one work of Almighty God, viz: Babel, it ought to be enough
to make us all believers and Christians: "Go to, let us go down,
and there confound their language, that they may not understand
one another's speech." And now for a very brief but concise
resume:-It needs but the little sweep of the brush of acid across
the canvas and your Reubens, or your Turner, is valueless; just
one determined stroke of the hammer and the drapery of a Michael
Angelo with its lines of beauty is no more; a very few threads of
that exquisite point lace ruthlessly broken and the dainty fabric
that is as fine as gossamer and that cost long years of patient toil
and drudgery, and worth the price of an earl's ransom, is ruined
beyond redemption or repair. Now then to come a step nearer to
every-day life and the life of common mortals:-Just a sly trick of
the eye, a shrug, a little delicate intonation of the voice; only, even,
a slight "turn" on a word, and the innocent girl, so innocent as
to be veiled even from a suspicion that she has an acquaintance
who would or who could harm her by word or deed,-but, she is
shunned nor dreaming why. "With late repentance now they
would retrieve" says Dryden.




A SHORT SATURDAY SERMON.


"It is right to do wrong that good may come." "The end
sanctifies the means." The Devil's Rosary.
A missionary spent the greater part of his life in a certain field
on the continent of Asia. His converts and followers were many
and his work seemed thorough and complete.
After his death, for many years no one went there to take up his
work; but when an apostle sought it out, at last, not one believer
remained faithful-every man alive had gone home to heathendom! That missionary was zealous and earnest, and self-sacrificing enough withal, possibly; what was there, then, lacking in
his methods and teaching, and why did his work fall to the ground
and "come to naught." Such illustrations are food for thought.
We need not go far to seek them; they are too often nearer home
than Asia.
Bathe says in his little book, (Twenty-fifth thousand) "A Lent
with Jesus" that "Satan is desirous to spoil work for God by
making people neglect the very principle on which work rests,"
viz:-putting the Eucharist to one side.
We may say prayers seven times daily and sing hymns after,
if we will; but, if we neglect and slight the "Divine Liturgy" all
is fruitless.
It is not your province nor is it mine to teach our Creator new
and better ways than the "old paths" He has plainly marked out
and which have been "beaten" by the wisdom and the sainthood
of all the ages from the time of Melchizedek to A. D. 1897. Is it?
There is a religious training (so-called), broadcast, to-day, of
prayer and praise (so-called) which is, indirectly, contrary to the
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in a way (while good enough in itself) to true spiritual life and
growth, as was the secret poison of the Borgias to the physical
life: We speak of the substitute offered week by week in place
of the Holy Communion. Often, doubtless, it is from ignorance;
more often from assurance and self-conceit; and possibly, most
often, from  carelessness and self-indulged apathy-laziness.
They care not to offer nor to receive of the Heavenly Manna excepting as it suits their inclination or convenience. They do not,
of course, believe in its efficacy as spiritual food; they make God
the Saviour a liar, and that He used idle words:-That when He
came to earth and died upon the Cross, offering to us His Body
and His Blood to be "our spiritual food and sustenance" in this
wilderness, the world, until we should come to the heavenly
Canaan, He spake in riddles.
What could be plainer than the Gospel of St. John we ask.
Neither can it be revised away, nor translated out of sight.
"The wayfaring man though a fool need not err therein."
And now, lastly, in our sermon, we come to Sacred Music as
distinct from Secular.
We hope our listeners are not too weary, for we have a good
bit to say here. It is a point near to our heart.
We are very fond of the opera, and the oratorio in their time
and place. But we love more the grand old hymns, the Te Deum,
the Glorias and all the rest.
If, between the acts of an opera, we should hear the orchestra
strike up: "Ye choirs of New Jerusalem" or any one of the
Church's hymns, certainly it would make us shiver. We do not
say it would be wicked but it would be "out of place"-would it
not? To be lenient and not too harsh it would be irreverent-a.discord-bad taste, decidedly. Now, then, reverse that medal.
Not very long since we heard in church the most sacred words:sung to quickstep time, from a Spanish opera-words sung also




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to opera bouffe, to "Marching through Georgia"-Do you fancy
we do not like a most charming Spanish opera? Take, for instance, the air:-"Of What Is the Old Man Thinking?"-that we
do not fancy one of our very best, old war songs! Humph!
"The music of the Sanctuary." What do we mean by those
words? "Sentimental ditties," as Bishop Coxe says?-What do
the two words "sanctuary" and "deviate" mean-their derivation?
Allons, that's not a long lesson.
Dare we turn the "King's courts" into a "play-house" to tickle
the ear. But, my dear friends it is done. Fact. Ah, ca.
We recollect some hymn-singing of the country. It stands off
to-day in hard colors in our memory hall.-This "Evangelist"this misnomer "hailed" from a western State so it was said, and
had been making a noise in the town for a few days, the girls and
boys who were free to go pretty much where they chose, after
night-fall, running in his direction. Curiosity, the morbid desire
for information and improvement, led us too, shortly, to seek
this man's booth, and try to discover what wares he kept on hand
for the benefit of the youthful crowd, and any other.-We will say
the little place was attractive; it was fresh, well-lighted and decked
out festively with evergreens. We were "at home." The first
shock however, we received to our, doubtless, over-sensitive nerves
was when a tuneless piano set up its noisy prelude, and there
streamed in to the back part of the stage a dozen or more girls of
ages from twelve to sixteen, who should have been in the seclusion of home, but who were, in that kind of school, fast becoming
bold-faced. They sang in loud tones and with a certain swing
the refrain:-"Are you coming home to Jesus, Are you coming
home to Jesus, Are you coming home to Jesus, to-night?"-The
next earthquake was when the "conquering hero," himself, appeared on the scene. He too was young, this side of thirty, fairly


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good-looking, and enough elegant in regard to costume to occupy,
and likely had done so more than once, a first-class opera box.
He, evidently, intended to astonish the natives. He had learned
somewhere what many another has had to learn; that finery can
supplant brains almost any time and relegate them to a back seat.
We were most profoundly impressed with his knowledge of the
weakness of some of the human species; and with his earthly wisdom! He was no fool, in one way; and he spoke the Queen's
English.
But, Peacocks and Birds of Paradise, what a sham!-We listened to his handful of vanity and assurance for ten minutes of our
precious time, when his remarks becoming too insolent of sacred
things we quietly withdrew; and he shortly withdrew from the
place, altogether. "There should be a law!" "But, this is a free
country, sir." I897.




WORDS.


Polonius.-What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet.-Words, words, words.
Yes, it is very true that that school-room of which we shall
have something tangible and definite to say after a while, it may
be, reminded us most forcibly of "Peggy's shopping," the perplexities of a well-tried and most faithful servant, now wearing on fast
to four score and ten years, but still willing and anxious to
rock the cradle of the fourth generation.-It brought back to us
at once we say our dear old "Peggy:" she had been in the family
from time immemorial, even since the advent of the first baby and
that baby could now boast of four babies (?) all his own. There
was really nothing about a house worth knowing in which she
was not skilled and valuable past all counting but she had not
when younger swallowed the mental arithmetic nor even had a
small chew at it. It would happen that once in a while, forgetful
of past mishaps, and fond of gay colors, she would go a-shopping
on her own hook, so to speak. She would be so exultant all the
forenoon over the anticipation of her little shopping of the afternoon that no one had the heart to dampen her high spirits. When
she was all ready for her outing with a five-dollar gold piece shut
tightly in her hand some one would gently hint that perhaps Mary
or Johnny would better go along with her; but she would naturally indignantly reply that she guessed she was big enough and
old enough to spend her own money. And so she was, poor dear.
On entering the store the first thing that caught her eye was a
gaudily-striped shawl hung above the counter for drapery. This
bargain was quickly closed at three dollars and a half. Poor
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"suffering" for two calico gowns, and after looking at every piece
in the store settled on a blue with white stripes and a red with
horse shoes, and not so bad taste, either. Then some spools of
cotton for making and just here, unconsciously, Peg's troubles
began to deepen: A few yards of riband and a guncrack for the
baby and her purchases were ended. After the parcel was nicely
rolled and tied she triumphantly threw down her gold piece:
"Take your pay out of that." The astounded and astonished clerk
if he were a gentle would quietly control his face and tell her she
must have one dollar and eighty cents more. But, too often, he
is a rough and a gruff and asks her if she does not know "that
is not any where near it!" Dear innocent Peggy comes quickly
home and sad discouraged is her old face; but quickly she is
heartened with the words: "Oh, never mind! that is just right
only you must put a little more money Peggy to the five-don't
you see, not quite enough after the baby and all."-And Johnny
is dispatched quickly-with the deficit, but not until we have put
in his ear that as soon as ever he gets the bundle in his hands and
sees the side-walk plain enough he "give it" to that old clerk for
sassing our Peggy.
"Oh dear me, suz! That Miss Prescott in the paper is always
talking school and the Boston schools in particular." Is she?
There are worse themes. Well in spite of and in the face, of
detraction and envy they are the brain-box-take "Harvard" say
as their captain and they, undeniably, stand as the chief lighthouse of the educational, the intellectual, the literary world of
America to-day. Oui. They are the schools that move the schoolworld at their bidding. And how is that? They are built on the
solid rock and "that rock is Christ." It is all in that nut-shell.
God is under them, around them and over them. God. Just that
three letters of 26-no more, no less. Nothing can be added to
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Duke of Wellington you know who said that schools without God
would only supply us with clever devils.
You who are too poor to buy books and stationery for your
big family of children; you who are rich but like money to keep,
you can put your children, yea the whole nine, into those schools;
they can travel step by step through those beautiful halls of learning from a, b, c to higher English, to classics, to a college or
commercial course, and you will not be ALLOWED to pay for so
much as a slate pencil.-Apropos:
How is the word "Yankee" spelled? Right. Its derivation?
Ha-ha! No teacher in that department will wear an apron-the
badge of servitude.-There may be a complaint, in favor of a
mother's white duckling, brought to the school. But, it must go
through the Master's office and that office is a court of etiquette as
strict as any king's. He will quietly tell that, often, ignorant,
vulgar woman that he must undertake the entire subject; that the
ladies are now busy with their day's work-pushing forward like
an army their fifty pupils-and cannot be disturbed. If she continue troublesome he will acquaint her in the same courtly manner-that the alternative is in her own hands:-She can remove
her darling and send her to a "pay school." There is nothing left
for her feet to stand on but that, or remove from that school district with her lares and penates. Ten complaints may be entered,
or more, in a year against a teacher's management and if she is
a competent woman and the master knows that fact, he lets Rome
howl. It never reaches her story even, let alone, her ears!-Do
you fancy they have their cultivated, accomplished corps nagged
or bothered in their most skilful and artistic work, from day to
day. No.-"Esprit de corps" is their motto-letter and spirit.
And there is no friction in those schools.-"How did the teachers
spend their long nooning of two hours? What did they talk
about?" Well, they conversed on any subject but the school and




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their individual work; that was totally ignored as not in good
taste: they spoke, perchance, of the play brought out the night
before and of the playwright's former success in London. They
questioned one another as to the condition of a family whose
father had been killed-"and who was looking after its wants?"
They joked about the free-lecture tickets laid on their desks, and
wondered if they were expected to appear in a body, or, with any
other body! They spoke of Toby Rosenthal's new painting-of
the Jews, and referred to modern Palestine and the marvelous
changes undergoing there; and of a party who was then on the
Nile and of their "correspondence." Some of them in that
nooning laid plans even to cross the Atlantic in the summer vacation; and others, would go only as far as Canada, or no farther
than the White Mountains.-Allow me to say here that a teacher
in those schools can follow her own bent as much as if she were
the only teacher in that city or suburbs. Her work is mapped out,
but there is no one to dictate what course she shall pursue, to
insure success. She is superlatively mistress, ay master, of her
school-room. But she is asked, in time, for the results of her
methods! That is all.
There is perfect "freedom in harness." Nor would that great
body of men and women submit to any manacles or narrow-minded hand-cuffing. They are a picked and superior crowd and know
their value; and no one ever pretends to question the point. They
are supremely let to do their (often) life's work, unmolested.
Speaking of paintings reminds us of a trick we tried on several
occasions, with a class of fifty-six pupils. It was of course beautifully graded, one girl about as clever as the next all through.
There must always be a foot but it was not painfully obvious in a
class such as that. About the time of closing, when the drag of
the day was done, and girls had quietly laid aside all implements
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throughout that immense Department)unrolled a beautiful and
striking picture, and held it up to their gaze. Their eyes were all
"attention"-pleased, happy, sparkling earnest-their lips apart,
we could often see the tongue, the rows of white teeth, the head
gradually coming forward, the shoulders back; more and more
intent they grew and breathless (for none would speak) as they
discover at the top, in a corner, some hidden beauty, until finally,
almost unconsciously, (with no check from us) they rose half
way, then up, one after another pressing forward into the five
aisles of that great room, a little nearer and a little nearer, with
every thought intent upon that wondrous copy. As we looked at
the expressions, no two alike, of that mass of faces ("the human
face Divine") we, too, were dumb with delight. It was a marvelous life painting. We threw down the picture and closed the
day.
You all know what Hughes puts into the mouth of one of his
characters:-"But before I sit down I must give you a toast to be
drunk with three-times-three and all the honors. It's a toast
which I hope each one of us wherever he may go hereafter, will
never fail to drink when he thinks of the brave bright days of his
boyhood. It's a toast which should bind us all together, and to
those who have gone before, and who'll come after us here. It
is the dear old school house-the best house of the best school in
England!"
"My dear boys, old and young, you who have belonged, or do
belong, to other schools and other houses, don't begin throwing
my poor little book about the room, and abusing me and it, and
vowing you'll read no more when you get to this point. I allow
you've provocation for it. But, come now-would you, any of
you, give a fig for a fellow who didn't believe in, and stand up
for, his own house and his own school? You know you wouldn't.
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Haven't I a right to do it, when I'm taking all the trouble of writing this true history for all of your benefits? If you ain't satisfied, go and write the history of your own houses in your own
times, and say all you know for your own schools and houses,
provided it's true, and I'll read it without abusing you."
"Words, words, words."
Have you ever studied words? Think of the Arabic, for instance, which is said to have several hundred for the "ship of the
desert." "The heart of our language is Anglo-Saxon. This is
the spine on which the structure of our speech is hung. Saxon,
too, is the whole body of grammatical forms and inflections;
Saxon are the articulations-the conjunctions, articles, pronouns;
Saxon those powerful instruments, the prepositions and auxiliaries! And yet, had the Saxon been left to itself, it never could
have grown into the English tongue.
With the French inoculation a vast enriching of the vocabulary
took place. This enriching was of course progressive-was, indeed, the work of Centuries."To Canterbury with devoutc courage
At night was come into that hostelrie
Wel nine-and-twenty in a compagnie."
"Words that were heard along the Ganges five thousand years
ago-words heard in Benares and Delhi, in Persia and Greeceare now scaling the Rocky Mountains of the Western world.
The flower and aroma of a nation is its language. The conditions of a grand language are a grand life."
We read somewhere not so very long ago of a graduating class.
These girls had it seems somewhere, sometime been given beautiful Christian names, but by some fancy or mishap they had
nearly all of them degenerated into the common nicknames used
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were known for instance, as Mollie, Maggie, (Mag.), Fannie,
(Fan), Toppie, Sukie, Vickie, (Vic), Lil, Liz, Nannie, Allie, Hat,
Dottie, Lottie, Daisie, Posie; and we could go through the class
did time permit. It was decided that they must write their full
baptismal name given them at the font, and among them were
Victoria, Mary, Charlotte, Susan, Bertha, Eleanor, Imogene,
Ophelia.-"Words, words, words."
1897.
(Later.)
How strange! we had hardly done quoting his words when the
sad news come to us, of the death of Thomas Hughes. "The
death of the author of'Tom Brown's School Days' will be felt by
many who never knew Rugby, or met the late Judge Hughes.
The influence of Thomas Arnold as a school master was diffused
over a wide area by this inimitable tale of English school life.
Without anything in the least degree namby-pamby without the
highly wrought sentimentality of such works as Farrar's 'Eric'
or Monroe's 'Basil the School Boy,' 'Tom Brown' struck a very
high note in school-boy ethics. Manliness, sincerity and courage
were there preached to boys in a way that boys liked, and terms
to which they listened. We doubt, however, whether the book
was not as much a revelation to school masters as to many boys.
Certainly it enhanced the fame of Rugby and of Rugby's great
head master. Even in this country the influence of its teaching
has been felt and particularly in Church schools, among which
we must especially mention St. Paul's, Concord."




THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.


HYMNOLOGY.
"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom;
teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and
spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord."
Matt. xxvi. 30. Mark xiv. 26. Eph. v. 19.
You tell me you have made an exhaustive study of the "modern
poets." That is good. Have you thought about "hymns?" the
master-pieces I mean to say. Do you know-the authors? anything
of the lives of those men, what else they did or thought or
wrought? Reasoning from analogy, or as we say in common parlance "from the known to the unknown" they must each and every
one, men (and women too) have been eminent in their time and
place among men-great men and preeminently good men-the
saints, the salt of the world. Who were they? When did they
live? Who were their companions? Who their contemporaries?
Again: What of History? Who were the political rulers of the
earth in "their day and generation?" What great works were
being done for God and man? To start with take John Wesley
and his brother Charles.
There's the whole Bible in a single hymn, a whole theology, a
creed, a prayer, an invocation, a supplication, a confession a sermon. A man has put the whole of himself at his best, into a
single hymn, poured it out as a full and free oblation, as the skylark pours out its joyous music, for its Creator's ear. Oh, the
wonderful hymns composed by human beings, not angels, but as
sincere as those of the angels and as pleasing to Almighty God.
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services we can, because singing is the highest use to which the
human voice can be put, and we must offer ever of our best-our
singing voice; our new coin, our fresh, crisp bank-notes, not
that we handle and use, soiled and defaced, at every tack and turn.
So did and do the Jews intone their ritual. So do they turn their
paper upside down and take another color when writing the name
-"Jehovah." How we exalt and glorify an earthly potentate if
worthy! When shall we build "bonfires on every high point" at
Xmas or Easter or Ascension-day? "Worthy art thou O Lord to
receive honour and glory and worship for thou hast created all
things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created."
S. John of Damascus writes: "Those eternal bowers man hath
never trod, those unfading flowers round the throne of God: Who
may hope to gain them after weary fight? He who wakes from
slumber at the Spirit's voice, daring here to number things unseen
his choice, He who casts his burden down at Jesus' cross: Shame
upon you, legions of the heavenly king, citizens of regions past
imagining! What, with pipe and tabor dream away the light!
When He bids you labor, when He tells you "Fight?"
"There is a green hill far away, without a city wall, where the
dear Lord was crucified who died to save us all." What of Mrs.
Alexander and her life-work?
"Nearer, My God, to Thee." Who was Mrs. Sarah Adams, and
under what circumstances was she inspired to write the greatest
hymn of this century? "Oh, may these heavenly pages be my ever
dear delight: and still new beauties may I see, and still increasing
light." Who was this obscure Anne Steele who lived over a hundred years ago?
Who was Frances K. Havergal who wrote so many hymns and
set them to her own music? We have never read a novel by her.
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the despised, rejected and neglected? Did she talk to little
children? She did.
Have you seen that old collection used in the Kirk in Scotland?
Have you read through the "Golden Bells," the new edition of
"Ancient and Modern," the new hymnal of the P. E. Church, that
very fine one of the Congregationalists used in San Francisco by
that body?
Who were Pusey, Stanley, Keble Herbert, Ken, Bonar, Neale
Lyte, Cowper, Doddridge Toplady, Addison, Tom Moore?St. Bernard of Cluny writes: "In this my bitter Passion, Good
Shepherd, think of me with Thy most sweet compassion, unworthy
though I be.""I know not, oh, I know not what joys await us there! What
radiancy of glory! What bliss beyond compare!
They stand those halls of Sion, all jubilant with song, and bright
with many an angel, and all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever
in them, the daylight is serene; the pastures of the blessed are
decked in glorious sheen." Where is Cluny? and what did this
man do? "The royal banners forward go The cross shines forth
in mystic glow; where He in flesh, our flesh Who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid." This hymn has been sung in the
Church for I500 years.
Nearly all of the mighty hymns were written, especially, to
maagnify the Saviour's name. Most of the hymns, of this age, written to help men and women out of the pits into which they have
fallen; they are many of them good but not great-not works of
art; and many being sung today, and composed within a few
years, are decidedly poor and weak from a literary stand-point.
We do not need so much of that printed paper. We are sorry to
say that many of them cause the Sacred Name to be bandied and
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Let us make sacred music to sacred words. There is need of a
reformation in a part of our Gospel hymnology!Let us refer more in music and in words to those men who were
inspired by the 'Holy Ghost in all they did, or wrote or sangwhose lives were spent on the mountain-tops "unspotted from the
world," set apart, "ordained" and truly "called.""Their works do follow them." These men went not with the
"sinful throng" neither shared their lot; they fed the poor, clothed
the hungry, cared for the sick, ministered to the dying, fasted,
prayed admonished, rebuked-were "instant in season and out of
season," following ever in the footsteps of their divine Master.
They were crucified to the world, dead. In the world but not of it.
They made no noise, but, like the candle, where they were, there
was light.
Below are a few lines from remarkable hymns some of them as
far back as the 5th century.
"Old things are best:"-old wine, old cheese, old fruit cake,
well-seasoned timber, old violins, old music, old friends-the old
Bible. Youth has nothing to offer.
"One sacred Trinity,
One Lord divine,
May I be ever His,
And He forever mine."
"So when next He comes with glory,
Wrapping all the world in fear,
May He with His mercy shield us,
And with words of love draw near."
"Of the Father's love begotten,
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He the Alpha and Omega,
He the source, the ending He."
"No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
The dear Christ enters in."
"Eastern sages at His cradle
Make oblations rich and rare;
See them give in deep devotion
Gold, and frank incense and myrrh."
"Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a tribute far too small."
"Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:"
"Victims were offered by the law of old,
That in a type celestial mysteries told."
"Nor let My spreading Gospel rest,
Till through the world Thy truth has run
Till with this bread all men be blest
Who see the light or feel the sun."
"Can we to men benighted
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"And infant voices shall proclaim."
"To tend the lone and fatherless
To find a balm for woe
Is angels' work below."
"By lane and cell obscure
Lord, lead the way the Saviour went."
"One and unending is that triumph-song
Which to the angels and us shall belong."
"Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea."
"There no night brings rest from labor,
For unknown are toil and care."
"Right through thy streets with silver sound,
The living waters flow,
And on the banks on either side,
The trees of life do grow."
"Where rests a peace untroubled,
Peace holy and profound."
"Strive, man, to win that glory;
Toil, man to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight."
"And after this world's night,
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Are calm, and joy, and light."
"But there is David's fountain,
And life in fullest glow;
And there the light is golden,
And milk and honey flow."
"A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun."
"And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile."
"God is his own interpreter."
"No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Jesus' Name,
The Saviour of mankind."
"Almighty Christ, to Thee our voices sing Glory forevermore; to Thee we bring
An endless Alleluia."
"See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend."
"They climb the steep ascents of heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain."
"The pilgrims find their Father's house,
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"Then, the scattering of all shadows."
"One, the faith which never tires,
One, the hope our God inspires."
"Is our sky beclouded?
Clouds are not from Thee!"
"Day by day Thou find us
Doing what we can."
"In the book of Thy Kingdom,
Is my name written there?"
Likely you will recognize at once most of the authors.
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II




OUR RAINBOW LAND.


A Land of Great Expectations.
A land expecting more settlers and more coffee-land to be
settled, and more coffee to be sold and settled than in the past
-thousands of men, thousands of acres of land sold, thousands
of bags of coffee on hand for instant demand. This comprises
one expectation of our rainbow land and not too highly-colored;
for I am not the one (not a tourist!) to paint for your reading,
my dear reader, strings of words which are full, it is true, of
sound but convey no real fact or important truth for your benefit,
and that give to you, often, false ideas of this country or any part
of it.
You will find such, very often, interpolated with poetry of
master-minds, great and sublime truths immolated on the altar
of their trash to make it at all acceptable, and for which they
should be prosecuted and sent on the Reef or made to pay damages. I read a column only the other day of this weak wishywashy penlingings wrapped up in finest English jam to make it
go down. (Crosse & Blackwell, purveyors to the Queen.) Any
man who will paint and send home such wares to delude and ensnare, the compositors who set it up, and the proof-reader who
reads should all be made to take hold of hands and "go over,"
and I would enjoy Following on behind that procession with a
cat-o'-nine tails in my right hand, and in my left. A tourist no
sooner records his name here than he begins to write a cord of
garbled, rainbow-colored lines, and more often in bad English.
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often, write a column of truth and if it be not quite so palatable"Sh-sh!" can be heard, as in a phonograph, from Honolulu to
Makapala-by-the-Sea. "Don't print Miss Prescott's facts."
Print Tom Fool, you know; it's so sweet-it's lovely. "I see."
G'lang Pepperling-gee up thar! G'lang! Whoa-a!Pepperling's my pony-my black pony, you don't know. He's
a beauty.-He went to a Chinaman's place the other moonlight
night, ate the rope into, over the gate, walked in and neatly took
the top off a bed of carrots and not a leaf did he leave; but, I
proved that he was a little luny and had overheard me remark,
incidentally, that carrots were said to be fine for the complexion;
and so I escaped the fine. But he knew he found a fine feed
whatever complexion the things took; and could not fathom why
I should be fined. He knows carrot-tops when he seize them.
Pepperling is a beauty. Gee up thar! Whoa-a!-You could not
get him if you were to offer me a stamp of Kamehameha I. No,
sir. I'm not moony (money) on "stamps" at present. Get up
Beauty-we're off.
One great expectation, today, I say, is coffee; and it is a
reasonable and a righteous-and will be realized, you can wager
all my three rs on that. In '85 the writer asked a rich planter on
Kauai, why men did not take hold of Coffee and he replied he
would never risk another cent. Some of it will fail but enough
will succeed to enrich thousands. Would we held much coffeeland.
A land of great expectations. It expects to let go coolie labor
(in cool weather!); and to hold fast a cable; it expects annexation
n6w very soon; and, there we halt, hitch and take a full rest looking on vacancy; and Pepperling pauses and paws the ground impatient to get home!-Whoa-a, Beauty!-"All things to him who
waits."-It's a country-in-waiting, ready, expectant. "He who
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G'lang, Pepperling! Gee up thar! We have tried in our little
way to convince you that all the world does not know everything
about these islands, their prospects, their present, their past, their
future, neither their great expectations. Many intelligent cultivated people have not a geography of this wondrous land in office
or in library; many never care to own any such book. Many
more again dropped the study of anything of the kind in youth;
as the boy said: Why should he must study jogerfy. He was
not going to peddle islands for a living. Very strange questions
have been asked me no longer ago than a few months and by as
knowing folk as one can find. The writer had read up these
islands before coming but how different when seen face to face!
Where was the "Paradise!" Hot and dusty, cacti and wild convolvuli growing in the sand; no pretty, sweet wayside flowers, no
violets on the hill-sides, no flags by the brooks, no song of birds
overhead, none of the dear familiar trees-nothing! How homesick, how heartsick we were in that wretched little village. We
were not, then, wearing the amulet about our neck-we were not
acclimated, we had not learned the charm of sea and sky-homedust was in our eyes and we hated Hawaii. The real fascination
of the Sandwich Islands is not in hill or dale, in flower or tree.
We have tried hard in our papers from time to, time to locate the
Islands, their "landings," the capital, Maui, Kauai, etc.-We
have received from the States something like this: "Kohala, Honolulu, Hawaii," and a few days since from a publishing house in
London, "Kohala, Hawaii, Honolulu, H. I." How much did you
know before coming to the Islands about them?-How much do
you really know about the West Indies for instance? Tell me
now all about Trinidad. I shall continue to write the plainer facts
of these islands.
If I shall succeed in making one see that Hawaii is not the
whole country, but the largest and most important part of it, by




all odds, that Makapala, my present home, does not lie back of
Tantalus in a gulch, neither facing Waikiki in the direction of
Punchbowl; that I must cross two, at least, tiresome doleful and
very, rough channels, and cover 200 miles of sea-travel to get a
look of Honolulu and the President's face, I shall not have lived
in vain. G'lang Pepperling-beauty! Whoa-a! — 897.
"I want to go slow."-Probably I was never more convinced in
my life of the truth that we cannot see ourselves as others see us
than by making note of the doings of a Portuguese peasant that
chance or mischance had brought in my way. "I want to go
slow" was his only maxim in English, and from break of day until
too dark to do another stroke of labor he was speeding on at a
break-neck pace. The first sound at early dawn was, "What's
matter you Harriet Augusta?" in no uncertain tones, and the way
he guided that poor cow across lots was anything but "slow." The
animal knew her name when he bought her or likely he would
have called her Silva, for silver he was bound to have by hook or
horn or crook. I could see that much inside the man without
a lantern. "I want to go slow" he would say to me, "and what
would you do if you were in my place?" At last one day I replied,
"Really, I can't say exactly what I should do, probably sit down
in a rocking-chair and rest for a bit." But my fine points were
wasted on his "desert air." He was after grabbing a little strip
more of the natives' land. He was like to many others-not a
bad man.
I want to train Pepperling to know that there is a time to halt,
a time indeed to go slow and to browse by the wayside; that the
race is not always to the swift nor the battle to the strong; and
that never again under any inducement or temptations from without, seen over pickets, or hunger and want from within, must he
cross another's common, or feed in another's preserve-that he
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well as fleet and handsome.-We're off. G'lang boy! Gee up
thar! Whoa-a!"
P. S. If anyone cares to photograph an 8-months' drouth, Makapala's the spot. The clouds which appear and vanish and even
the very few showers seem now almost a mockery. The grass is
hay; it is no longer a beautiful green country. But I am too
prosy. I speak the truth.
August, I897.




FACTS.


This country of Hawaii has, not slowly, but steadily changed
for the better during the entire past four years-a most decided
upward trend and gain. There's a fact. A gain to the native
at every point, from Poi to Punahou, from the taro-patch to the
drawing-room. "That's a fact!" The natives of the rising generation can compete, if they choose, every day, now, with the
Caucasian; and if they do compete, with a will and an energy,
with a steadfast purpose, they will win the prize-in some things.
They will now and again. But the Caucasian-the blue eye
-rules the world; must ever. Let him look to it that he be
not accused of mis-ruling "in that great day when the books shall
be opened and every man's work shall be tried of what sort it is."
The Caucasian must now rule in Hawaii: that is, must be "at
the top" in a way. That's a fact.
The natives have advanced in a most notable degree in the
past few years. There are more, in office; more, helping in
mercantile and commercial pursuits; more, learning trades; a
larger number, I believe, taking the advanced course in school
and college than ever before. These are all facts that cannot be
controverted-facts.
The social life and intercourse of one class, of one nationality
with another is on a higher, more distinctly harmonious footing
than, even, five years back-no longer. There is, today, a certain
"rest"-a spirit of peace in the land that the few malcontents are
powerless to disturb. The country is moving on "the even
tenor of its way"-moving on quietly, coolly, "as cool as a cucumber," to its appointed end-canals, cable, railroads, tunnels,




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factories, boat-building, importing, exporting, in one word-progressing. That's a fact."
There's no keeping Hawaii any longer at the foot of the hill.
This country of great resources and the finest climate in the
known world is not to stand any time longer begging and coaxing and advertising for folks to come to see her! It makes me
red in the face as I write to con over the manoeuring of the time
past. Let people come or stay away! There's no danger. We
ought to take our pick in the way of population-don't want
everybody and anybody tramping across our magnificent hills
and valleys-"I guess." "That's a fact."
We are Christians, true but we don't desire to be brought down
to the level of heathen. Wherein we can bring them up to ours,
all right. If heathen children are schooled and trained as in 'St.
Paul's' from four years of age. to believe in Jesus Christ, to read
their Bible, to pray to God, they will live and act as Christians
live and act and be a power for good in this country. We can
trust them. I have personally proved some of them and I know
whereof I write. Fact.
I like the people of Asia with whom I have dealt. We get
what we bid for and often not half as bad as we deserve; for the
poor have poor defense, and too few defenders. They cannot
afford to make a stand against injury or cheat. Why need they
-the Chinese-ever be sent away? They are good, intelligent
workers and when treated fairly none more faithful-more
reliable.
There is work for the Chinaman and work for the white man
and it is too hard to aOk any white man to cut cane, for instance,
ten hours a day! We know what that work is! To stoop, in the
hot sun, and cut a few canes, then stoop again and move, clear
those long stalks out of the way and keep up that steady chop
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trash, dry, dusty and yellow behind you with its heated shining
glare! How many days would your head and back serve you
for that kind of "hewing of wood and drawing of water?" Ah!
Don't you pretend to compare New England farm-work with a
Hawaiian sugar-plantation! The reaping of grain, the mowing
of grass, is sweetest music-a symphony compared to it. It is a
harsh discord-any comparison between the two.
Hoeing your row, felling trees, pruning vines, gathering
fruit, cutting ice, sawing logs, nothing to it. Let the white man
keep to a white man's labor-the colored races to theirs, and one
help the other to live as brothers of one great mysterious fraternity. God, had His own wise plan when He created man as He
did.
They are here-the Mongols-and we who call ourselves
Christians are here too; these laborers can be humanized and
Christianized if we will. There is no trouble in teaching them
how to cover all the hardest work of a plantation. Why cannot
they be taught in other things, even more important concerns,
as well? Ah!
When I tell you that besides these grades we have a sort of
kindergarten of nine little girls and boys under six years of age,
often bright, cunning, sharp little midgets you will see the work,
the care is no sinecure. These are, indeed, the children of the
poor, both parents often working in the field. They speak to the
Chinese teacher in Chinese; they speak to me in English. You
will admit it is a good deal for a little one of five years to do.
But these Chinese both grasp and hold, in learning. I oveheard
a boy of six tell to his mother, what I had said to him in English, and then they both laughted with delight. The school to
them is a great boon. Many of them are heathen.
These are simply a few simple facts.


I897.




STREET TALK.
That tall man going along over there, with a sort of jerk? and
a pencil above his ear?-Oh, that's old Lamkin the editor-been
at it many a year.
Let me tell you, now that you ask, he's a genius in his way;
we call him Lamb for short, but he's an elephant most any day.
Why that man Lamb runs a "daily" in our town you know;
he writes the eds. the ads, "our own reporter," sets up half the
thing, 'tends telephone, sweeps out, swoops in and for it all gets
precious little tin.
"Poor?" Yes, poor 'nough I reck'n in everything but brains;
that darned old Herald he engineers belongs to those Squeers'
(you recollect them?) and they keep an eye to the coin it appears.
"Treadmill." Yes, you're right I guess. Why, half the
world's, in a treadmill, more or less.




THE SERMON.


On Sunday night, I6th of July, the Bishop of Honolulu
preached in St. Andrew's Cathedral for the last time before leaving for a pastoral visitation to Samoa, etc.
His Lordship had for his text: "And Jesus said unto him,
Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God."
Very difficult task to undertake to) reprove another and requiring the most delicate and exquisite finesse added to the most
unselfish love and desire to uplift and help in any and every way
possible, the one to whom the rebuke is offered. And all this
"charity" must be made very plain to the one addressed by
"preacher" or by layman. Other than that all such seed so often
sowed broadcast, does not bear good fruit or even spring up!That time is worse than wasted.-Human beings say: "Example
is better than precept." And the God-man, Christ Jesus, emphasized that truth by always teaching in parables, taking for his
illustrations the most simple things of our every day life, viz:
The grain of mustard seed, the lost coin, kernel of wheat, Dives
and Lazarus, the leaven hid in three measures of meal, the camel
and the needle's eye; and one could follow out the whole of the
Gospel teaching, space permitting. "And without a parable
spake He not unto them."
Likely it would prove more profitable on the whole or equally
profitable simply to refer a sinner-friend to some portion of Our
Blessed Lord's teaching; or, give to him or to her a nice Testament.
The Bishop emphasized in his sermon more particularly the parable of the Pharisee and the publican, dwelling very strongly
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tions." He spoke of how often one might be guilty of saying, or
at least thinking: "Thank God I am pot like" Miss Vanity or
Mr. Vile, Mrs. Stingy-Selfish or Mr. Proud-Prancing-Horses.
Thank you. Oh no, I am not as other men are. He quoted from
dear, learned, wise, meek St. Paul "By the grace of God I am
what I am." The Saviour, it is not written in the whole Gospel,
ever rebuked the sinner. He won them by love and by love only.
"Sin no more lest a worse thing come upon thee." "Go and sin no
more." "Sell all that thou hast and give to the poor." "Take up
thy bed and walk." "Were there not ten cleansed but where are
the nine?" "Jesus exhorteth to avoid offences." "All are unprofitable servants." "Could ye not watch with me one hour?"
"And Jesus turned and looked upon Peter."
Bon voyage Bishop and Mrs. Willis. Au revoir.




REQUIEM.


Honor our dead, honor our dead,
With martial tread, bowed heart and head,
Take him in to the Altar foot;
With old-time hymns and flowers rare.
Rest him there in the Church's care.
Bury our dead, bury our dead,
Play music sweet, let prayers be read;
With stately tread, bowed heart and head,
Lead on, lead on with our soldier dead;
See cross and priest and bishop, true,
The Church's arms will carry him through.
March on, march on, with your soldier dead,
Hymns shall be sung and prayers be said;
Lead on, lead on, O comrades true,
Cathedral gates will open for you.


(In Memoriam Captain Satterlee.) "July 14, 1899."




A MILITARY FUNERAL.


The funeral services over the remains of the late Capt. Satterlee took place on the morning of the I4th July, at Io o'clock,
the officiating clergy being the Bishop of Honolulu and the Rev.
Vincent H. Kitcat. The funeral was a full military one, due to
the high rank of the deceased in the United States army. The
services at the Cathedral were choral, the choir being enlarged
for the purpose, and under the direction of the organist, Mr. Wray
Taylor.
The Rev. Mr. Kitcat sang the opening verses of the Psalm, followed by the choir. The Bishop read the Lesson, I Cor. xv, 20.
The hymns sung were: "Brief life is here our portion" and "On
the Resurrection morning."
Many friends and mourners were present.
The remains were taken to the S. S. Australia down Merchant
and Fort Street in the presence of a very large gathering. A
small detachment of mounted police led, followed by the
Government band under the direction of Capt. Heinrich Berger.
Next came a company of U. S. soldiers under arms. The pall
bearers marched alongside the hearse in which lay the dead
covered with the Stars and Stripes on which were placed beautiful flowers from loving friends.
Immediately in front of the hearse was the crucifer, Mr. Fitz
and the surpliced choir of the Cathedral, the Rev. V. H. Kitcat
and his Lordship the Bishop of Honolulu. Lastly came many
officers of the U. S. Army and a troop of soldiers. The body of
Captain Satterlee will be taken to Fortress Monroe, Virginia,
under proper escort. The widow and child are there sorrowing
for their loved and lost. "May perpetual light shine about him."




GOSPEL TRUTH.


Oh 'tis love that makes this world go round,
And don't you forget it my brother;
Your words are but an empty sound,
If you will not help another.
Minist'ring angels walk our earth,
But they're in the likeness of man;
They've done God's work from its very birth
Each helping wherever he can.
Yes, 'tis love that makes the world go round,
In kind help to one another;
I preach to you a doctrine soundAnd try not forget it my brother.
Its love, love, makes God's world go round,
Tell it out, tell it out my brother;
Let million voicej now resound,
In love to God we'll help another!




BROTHERLY YOVE.
Young Book-keeper.-"Mornin' Sir. Old Jobson's dead."
Old Gradgrind.-"Well I can't help it, ken I?"
"Thought, perhaps, you'd like to hear the news as you don't
take the morning paper.""P'r'aps you haven't been here too long; you might know
something of the gossip of our town-don't need to fool off your
money for newspaper trash. Why every man an' boy I've met
since left King Street's told me that-hump!-Jobson's dead!"
He didn't amount to much down in Syd., any way.
Bookkeeper.-"Oh!" O. G. Tried to run the Times-old fool!
-and it broke 'im up-broke 'im up. He failed all to smash an'
only paid go cents on a dollar; owed me a $5.50 an' never got
but five out of him; but I don't care now, he's dead-let go.
These newspaper fellers not much account-not much 'count."
Bookkeeper.-"Did you take the Sydney Times?"




OUR PRISON.


Speaking of prisons and of prison-life in general, and in particular too, we had always rather imagined or inclined to think
that we should not like it, even if we had to, on account of the
coldness or to put it, mildly, in this warm climate, the extreme
coolness of the externals and internals surrounding confinement,
or exclusiveness, of that sort. We have "been to prison" recently
(never there before-first departure in that direction) and we
like it very much and we don't like it at all: and would not go
again excepting to help some one who is there to look out and
never.get put there-to give a little or much kind help, to some
poor wretched soul-God help them!Now I was going to remark that when I was well on the road
that leads up to the prison door, while it was actually hot and
dusty too, I began to feel already chilly, and that dust so white
and powdery, bothered my throat a good bit and I began to
choke and cough as if I had taken cold-a slight prison hysteric
likely. Then, the walls and the little loop-hole windows and the
too small door with the lion knocker and the guard just peeping
out at me and going to ask before he could let me in, to the dungeon; it, altogether, gave me a coolish shudder. It was a nice,
specklessly clean, cold place that prison-bare, empty, totally
and entirely empty of what makes this life worth living-a skeleton abode, no flesh upon those bones. No music (is there ever
even a hum or a whistle there?) no pictures, not even of the
Christ who died for sinners, no flowers of any sort, artificial or
real, no pets, of bird or dog or cat; no steed to ride a way, not
even a mule. Yes, prison life must be very icy kind of a living.
There are I6o prisoners there, one Japanese shortly to suffer the
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death penalty for his deed of murder; one woman there for life
and the only woman there at the present time. Many of the convicts were on the road working. We looked in at the dark cells
and thought that where the door should be shut on any humans
there they might crave a "searchlight."
In the midst of all this emptiness and coolness and shadow,
with one prevailing color and tint of gray everywhere our eyes
rested, we yet felt that real kindness obtained there, good-will to
man in precept and in practice within those gray, dreary walls. It
is with me and I cannot exactly define how I came to that conclusion. However, I believe it is a fact and trust I do not mistake.
"How far that little candle throws its beams."-Dark Corner.




MASILLON.


"You demand of us every day, my brothers, if it is true that the
way of the sky is so difficult, and if the number of those which be
saved is so small as we say.
"To this question so often propounded and still more often answered, Jesus Christ to you responds to-day that there were many
widows in Israel afflicted by the famine, but only the widow of
Sarepta merited to be succored by the Prophet Elias, that the
number of lepers was great in Israel of the time of Eliseus and
that none saying Naaman the Syrian was cleansed by the man of
God."
"The Christians are they made for not seeing and for interdicting all society the ones with the others? The Christians! the
members of the same body, the children of one same father, the
inheritors of same kingdom, the stones of the same edifice, the
portions of one same masse; the Christians! the participation in
a same spirit, in a same redemption and of a same justice; the
Christians, out of the same blood, regenerated in the same waters
incorporated into the same church, bought at the same price! All
the religions that we (lie) live, the sacraments of which we partake, the public prayers that we chant, the bread of benediction
that we offer."
"Raise the eyes, O man! Consider those great bodies of light
which are suspended above your head, and that swim, so to speak,
in the space where your reason is confounded.
"Comprehend, if you may, their nature, their usage, their properties, their situations, their distances, their vision, the equality
or inequality of their movements."
"And, reader, I will take you a step farther in his reasoning:




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"Descend upon the earth and say you, if you know, what holds
the wind in the places where they are imprisoned. Explain you
the effects held upon plants, metals, upon the elements."
"Unravel, if you may, the infinite particle which enters in the
formation of the insects qui rampent a nos yeux." A quoi bon pour
suivre '"
I will close my paper to-day with one more quotation brief:
"This faith to which the senses add nothing, and that is happy not
because she believes without seeing, but because that she sees when
believing."




THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.


"UA MAU KE EA O KA AINA I KA PONO."
In righte6usness lies the strength of the land, runs the legend of
Hawaii,
That land, a little chain of islands in mid-ocean, under God's sky;
A few square miles, with a hundred thousand souls,
Sugar, coffee and rice,-the country's gain is told!
In this tiny domain of the sea shall we be taught by the nations,
of manners and morals true?
Or, shall we give to them a lesson in Christianity, all through
and through?
The little handful of men and women molded in Hawaii,
Can show the whole world a page, for it to profit by.
We envy not the great world's brawl, its wars and bitter wailings,
We sue for peace, good-will, and all that makes life easy sailing;
Evangelists, parsons and priests let us be, and may we such sermons preach,
That all, who cross the ocean to us, shall see,
The "more excellent way" we teach.
"Makapala-by-the-Sea," Aug. 28, 898.              ***




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