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angel song—“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” He awoke-the angel was gone the music had ceased - the sugar was done! It was to be his last Christmas on Hawaii !

III. The holidays are past, the rainy season at the Islands is well over; indeed, midsummer is almost upon them.

The work at the mill, the heat of the climate to one not yet well used to it, have drawn largely upon the strength and courage of the sugar-boiler. The color is gone from his cheeks, his face is pallid, and the old energy of manner, the merry whistle and cheery laugh are not now intimate companions. Time, disappointment, toil, lack of sleep, home-sickness—these, one and all together, are accomplishing a sad result!

As it draws near to the time when in New England all nature puts on her richest tapestry dyes of golden browns, and hundred tints and shades of red and yellow in maple and in sumach, he begins to hear rumors of “Kapioanelani,” that the season promises great things for the new plantation-an unheard-of yield. It is now confirmed and settled that it will, doubtless, pay large dividends in the future. The irrigation is complete and perfect, the shares have risen to such a height he can hardly ask too much and not find a purchaser !

The captain's money, his shares bought from the sale of his ship at Honolulu, have increased in value a hundredfold! He is rich enough, now, surely. He will retain one-third only of his interest for his dear mother during her lifetime, he tells himself; the rest shall be sold at once to the highest bidder. He will make a rapid tour of the four more important islands; go around Kauai, his present home; see Oahu again, and from there to Maui and to Hawaii, the largest of the group-giving its name to the kingdom—“The Kingdom of Hawaii.” He will see the different plantations, the wonderful volcanoes, the magnificent valleys of lao and Hanalei. He will gather native curios, and rare presents of Chinese, Japanese, Portuguese and English make, native handiwork in curiously woven mat, fan, hat, etc.; necklaces of tiny shells and beads, of carved kukui nuts; walking sticks of rare woods, calabashes, with covers and without-one carved with the view of a grass hut on the shore, cocoanut trees, and a ship in the distance; cups, lava, “Pele's hair” (Pele is goddess of the volcano, and her hair is the fine-spun lava), leis of feathers, and the rest.

By the latter part of the harvest month his plans are all perfected, his interest is sold in Kapioanelani, he has bid good-bye to friends (for he is one to make many), shaken hands for the last time with the dear manager, his best, true friend, and made him promise to be with him in his new home on the very next Fourth of July.

He counts the hours, so earnest and eager is he to be free and off to sea once again; so sudden the

change from weariness and toil and heat to thoughts of rest and home, that all is joy and music in his heart! The blood is once more working rapidly in his veins, and signs of returning color are in his countenance. There is now a great work before him in his old New England home, and with strength, and means, and unselfish purpose, iny sailor-hero shall live to do it all!

“For men must work and women must weep,

And the harbor-bar be moaning." He goes to look at “Kilauea” on the Mauna Loa Mountain, that pot of fire and flame, and he forgets to sleep until he has quit that region of Hawaii! He visits Kohola plantation, and stays over Sunday at the quite prosperous mission, with its very pretty church.

He stays in the “Cave," at Mauna Haleakala (House of the Sun), on Maui, one night. Here the view is too glorious at morning and at night for my poor pen to make you see! No painter could fix it on his canvas, no lavish wealth of words describe it! Here, a chrysanthemum is found in the crater, "the silver sword,” as big as your head; and here are millions of ferns.

He cannot leave Honolulu until he goes to the wonderful Pali-a precipice five miles from the town, and which is worth a journey from England to see! Neither will he miss going to the top of Punch-bowl, a quiet crater on the east, to get a view of the pretty emerald, bounded by the sea, with its coral reefs, and its .waving, star-like crown of cocoanuts.

Aloha, pretty Honolulu!

Last, but not least, by any means, he will go to the Bishop's College. Two exquisite maps were boughtthe work of a half-caste, done in ink and water colors. A game of baseball was played by the seniors. On taking leave, a sum of money was placed in the master's hands to give the Iolani's a “treat”—and a halfholiday was begged for them. On leaving Honolulu for home, the following day, two sets of bats and balls were sent to the college. A lot of toys, also, in the shape of tin sailors, ships, boats, Noah's arks, etc., were for the little folk. The two stout, brown horses used in traveling, were also sent up to the college, and an order for three barrels of "No.1 washed sugar!”

Days before Christmas, with his mother's help, the Captain has studied and ordered plans for building, so soon as the spring shall open and the ground permit: Homes for aged, infirm and disabled seamen; for widows, old and impoverished; and for boys and girls made fatherless by the sea. Over the door of each Home the words “The Success,” “Laus Deo.”

On Christmas eve the wedding is to be; and for Christmas day all the children of the village are invited to a party and to a "tree"! Rejoicings are arranged for until Twelfth Night, that everybody, old and young, may be able to share. Teas, dinners, sleigh-rides, music, bonfires and skating! An hour before the time of the wedding the bridegroom sends in his choice gifts to his bonny, brown-eyed Alice.

A small bouquet of lilies and maiden's hair fern, tied with a blue ribbon of his own buying; a tiny prayer-book of leather, silver-bound and clasped, and with the inscription, “ To my bride, Alice. Faithful and true. Christmas, 1890." An apple-blossom for her hair, fashioned from the pink lining of a rare shell; a brooch of old gold, in fashion of a ship, the sails of silk capable of being furled, and in tiny emeralds the words “The Success”; at its masthead the Hawaiian flag; and lastly, a bracelet of finest workmanship, to be worn on her left arm, with firm, strong padlock, heart-shaped, studded with diamonds and sapphires, and within a portrait of my success, my hero, John! These were the bridal presents from her king, save one, which now stood at the door—a small coupé, lined with leather of old gold, a span of brown mares, and on the door a medallion in bronze, of a ship with sails spread, with “stars and stripes” floating in a brisk wind, and putting out to sea. On her bow can be read, “The Alice.”

The bride is ready for church, and her lover goes to meet her to have a word, a look, and a kiss, before starting. She is in a robe and bonnet of softest velvet, white as the snow of to-day, and trimmed with swan's down. On her shoulders is a cape of ermine, lined with blue, the color of her lover's eyes; her gloves and shoes are blue, trimmed, too, with down. In her hair and on her neck and arm are his precious gifts, and in her hand the prayer-book and the lilies.

What did she give to him?

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