tongue, rich or poor, gentle or peasant, you will see that his Lordship is a true shepherd as well as missionary! And now, if you will stay, you shall hear the fine organ, and the chorister boys and men, and that mixed congregation of natives and foreigners, officers and sailors, girls and boys, responding and singing the chants and hymns of the Church's glorious liturgy! You will not regret your stay.

After the terrible storm at Samoa, the Bishop called a meeting, and money was gladly subscribed for memorial windows in remembrance of the brave officers, English and American, who perished in that fearful gale! Their voices had often mingled in the worship of St. Andrew's Cathedral, and blanched were many faces and sad all hearts when the news came to Honolulu. These windows are placed on the south side of the nave next to the south door. The subject of the left hand light is Christ walking on the sea, and rebuking St. Peter's want of faith, which caused him to sink, with the words, "O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?" The subject of the companion light is the stilling of the tempest on the sea of Galilee, at the words, "Peace, be still." They are erected by subscription, the one to the memory of Commander Nicolls, who died on his way to England in command of H. B. M. S. Cormorant, after having been stationed at Honolulu, the other to the memories of the Captain and Paymaster of the U. S. S. Vandalia-Captain Schoonmaker and Paymaster Arms-which was lost in the hurricane that visited Samoa in 1889.

IN MEM. COMMANDER JASPER E. T. NICOLLS, R. N., H. B. M. S. CORMORANT, DIED AT SEA, OCT. 9, 1889. I. M. CAPTAIN C. M. SCHOONMAKER AND PAYMASTER F. H. ARMS, U. S. S. VANDALIA, LOST AT SAMOA, MARCH 16, 1889.

"Well done, Calliope!" is the title of a spirited ballad contributed last month to Atalanta by Rev. Canon Rawnsley. The bursting of the hurricane is thus described:

The wind blew west, the wind blew east,
We dropped our heaviest chain;

The sea was churned and flew like yeast,
Before the thrashing rain,

And through the night of roar and spite
We fought the hurricane.

After the parting cheer of the Trenton:

Scathed by the dragon's teeth we passed
From out the jaws of hell,
We faced all day the howling blast,

Rose mountain high and fell,

And still far forth towards the north
We steered, and all was well.

When service is over and you wish to find a home. for the time, you need only to cross the road and you are at once within the grounds of the "Hawaiian Hotel," where every wish will be attended to, and where, if you choose, you can sit all the day on the spacious verandas, with masses of flowers almost within reach of your hand. Literally, in five minutes from this hotel, you can be at the Palace door, or at the

Government Building, or inside the Opera House, or the Y. M. C. A. Building, or looking over the 8,000 books in the Public Library; for are they not all near neighbors? And are you not close to the "heart of the city"? Yea, verily, and the most unique little world in midocean-very tiny, as you will see-but representing many nations and interests. Berger's fine band is

often at the Hotel grounds of an evening, when they are illuminated and always open to the public. In fifteen minutes' walk, from the wharves or from the business center, and less, you can find yourself far outside of any hum of trade, walking on a country-like road, undisturbed by foot-passengers, with the exception of now and then a native, until you reach the beach, or the mountains.

All who have traveled know and acknowledge that at these islands is to be found the finest climate on this "terrestrial globe"; that the air is the softest, the sky the bluest, the clouds the nearest and the whitest, the full moon and the stars the largest, the rainbows the oftenest, the rains the warmest; and so the flowers are the most brilliant, ferns the most delicate, palms the most lofty, hillsides and valleys freshest and greenest, the water the purest and sweetest,-and because of all this there is absence of all jar, and fret, and worry, there is quiet and rest and repose for man and beast; there is lack of hurry and bustle, and drive and scold; there is absence of crime and censure and harsh criticism; and in their place is, universally, the law of kindness and true Christian charity among all'

classes and conditions of men-overtopping and covering both race prejudice and color. Many nations and races are represented here in this little kingdom of the sea—this "rainbow-land," this "Paradise of the Pacific."

ALOHA, HAWAII! ALOHA NUI!

IOLANI COLLEGE.

[Reprinted from The Churchman.]

T has been in my mind of late that may be the some

thing of "Iolani College," the Bishop's School in Honolulu, a school for native boys-would like to know how a Church school for Hawaiians is conducted. When I tell you that the Bishop's favorite text is "God hath made of one blood all nations on the face of the earth," you will cease to wonder why in a "native school" there may be seen not only Hawaiians and half-castes, but English, American, German, Norwegian, Irish, and Chinese boys as well. All receive the same love and protection, the rich are treated as well as the poor, the high-born no better than the lowest, all eat at the same table, meet as one family in the college chapel at sunrise and at sunset daily, worship in the Cathedral together Sundays and Saints' days, share the same dormitories, and play in the same games. The Bishop is a true missionary, not so much in word as in deed, for he is a man of very few words, and one must often exercise great patience in waiting to hear him speak on any given subject. It is the hope of his life, doubtless, that the seed sown in