welcome to a swim in the cool water as well for he looked very warm and tired, and I really wished he would take a bath. His coat, which had not been cut nor trimmed for many a day, looked so dusty and rough! A bone was awaiting his coming, for I knew he would scent that basin of water again!

Dogs are not so plentiful in Honolulu! He gained a little confidence, with the sound of my voice, and gradually looked about the garden. Finally he discovered the bone and gave one quick sharp bark, as thanks, before he picked it up!

He was not a greedy dog at all; he was a thoroughbred, and had been well-trained. May be his master went to the Coast or to the Colonies, and left him behind with a friend, or gave him away! Likely he was dead!

The climate does not favor animals, unless they have good care. The sun spoils their hair and they get to look, often, very shabby. He took his bone under a big tree and after a while I saw him bury it, and depart for the night. Day after day he came; and finally with petting, and feeding, and coaxing, he strayed away no more but with a new and handsome collar, became my own dog and protector— Ponto.

You may have read that beautiful legend of the Blessed Saviour, who came one night to the marketplace of the city with some of his disciples, and while they went to prepare the supper, he mingled with the crowd gathered about a dead dog. He lis

tened to their heartless and cruel taunts: "Good enough for it, miserable cur!" "Look at its hangdog face," said another. "Kick it out of sight!" said a third. But God the Saviour who created all things, quietly said, "Pearls could not equal the whiteness of its teeth!"

"He prayeth well who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast;
He prayeth best who loveth best

All things both great and small.
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all."

MAIOLA.

EING prayed to death."

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Among the many superstitions of these most superstitious people—the natives, are many quaint and harmless ones-many too like to our own (and doubtless learned or caught from the early missionaries and others) foolish and ludicrous; and not a few of their own-Hawaiian-born and bred, that are not only dreadful, but positively terrible in their significance!

It is not for me to say how far or how fast mind acts and reacts upon mind, when primed and loaded with an eager, greedy desire to destroy, for instance, some hated, hunted and doomed victim!

A certain number, a secret conclave, will "pray Maiola to death"-and certain it is that the Maiola sometimes dies! Maiola I knew very well and saw him almost daily for a few years; he was one of the very finest-looking of his race-tall, well-formed, handsome, and strong and healthy, for anything I could see to the contrary. Suddenly he began to fail in strength and in spirits as well, went to another island for a change-came back again, growing all the while, month after month, weaker, more helpless and more dispirited-lying all day in his hut doing

nothing. When the natives were questioned they would look at one another, glance following glance in quick succession - he was being prayed to death -so they evidently believed! That was simply all, and all there was about it; his people would do what they could, all they could; but medicines, doctors, hospitals were to their minds all "no use." He was "being prayed to death”—and die he must, and die he did! To my mind he simply took a violent cold as the natives do- very susceptible to a chillneglected it, would not go to the hospital ("Queen Emma's Hospital," which is very well managed), asthma followed, quick consumption, dropsy, and the poor fellow paid the last debt! "Maiola is dead." And for one night, and a small part of a day only (in this climate), may we his relatives sing our weird, unearthly meles in his praise-telling in odd, plaintive chant his good deeds and noble qualities; send for all his friends and ours to come and mourn and sing and wail with and for us; cry and laugh, and smoke (passing the pipe around from mouth to mouth), and eat fish and poi; then we will give him Christian burial, cover his grave with leis and blossoms, and come away content that all is well with Maiola.

MOLOKAI AND FATHER DAMIEN.

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ET your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

O Molokai, Molokai! how shall I write of thee, loveliest prison, hospital and tomb-the dreaded and shunned home of the leper! Is Molokai like the other islands of the chain? As like to them as one brother is to another where they come of the same parents. There are slight differences in the features and complexion of the different islands, but not enough for any confusion as to what family they belong. Molokai is said to be one of the very most beautiful of the group.

And while the lepers can have the perfect freedom of all-out-o'doors-the sunshine and the air, they are as much in prison and as securely as if behind granite walls and iron bars! Oh, yes! And this is "wise and merciful and just." Is there a leper in Honolulu or elsewhere he must go out under cover of the night, and even then he is more than liable to arrest. If it be known that any are in hiding far up in the valleys or elsewhere, detectives are sent to search them out. And this is "wise and merciful and just." Great care is taken to provide for these afflicted ones-men,