fine musician. There is "preparation," half hour from 7 to 7:30 before breakfast, and from 7 to 8:30 after chapel at night. Supper is at 5:30, followed by half hour of recreation. The school hours are from 9 to 2:30, taking out the dinner hour. Saturday is a holiday. So you see it is a busy hive of workers at Iolani, and very proud the boys are of this school. Often at midnight the Bishop is going, with his lantern, the rounds of the dormitories, to see if "all is well."

Just two years ago this month, when the Bishop and Mrs. Willis returned from England, Mr. John Bush, of Chatham, a gentleman of large experience, came over to be head-master of "Iolani." The boys claimed him at once as their stanch friend and "big brother," who would see that any wrong of theirs was righted; would teach them to swim, to run and to jump-and give them points in their games of which they never dreamed! They know he will never disappoint them, "go back" on them, nor "give them away," except they themselves compel him to do so! They are very fond of the game (American) of baseball, and will leave their pudding-no small sacrifice, let me tell you!-until supper-time, rather than to be ten minutes late on the play-ground at Makiki, on Saturday, which is some three miles distant from the college. The club, comprising four other schools, plays its test games there—and when I whisper in the boy's ear who is reading this that the Iolanis won the last season five running games out of six, and where the "other boys" were often "bigger," he will

see they are not far behind in skill nor physical endurance! They came in hurrahing, and rang the college bell! The trophies are, the bats and balls used in the game-and there is a grand blow-out at the end of the season. This game is something like the English game of "rounders."

In the "kite season" it is most novel and amusing to see the kites of all forms and sizes going rapidly skyward from the College grounds; and even some very fair balloons, and "parshoots," as the little folk term them. Then it is that his Lordship comes to the front at once-and brings his team on, to the course, from some upper shelf or nook, of the studyto the boys' crazy delight. Then it is, too, that China tries to prove that she knew all about the "kite" ages before England was born! And the Chinese boys display their ingenuity to "astonish the natives"! But all is harmony on the grounds; and all have the same watchful care and love, of whatever race or nation.

I cannot say enough of the most perfect system of this school-where good-health, good-will, and goodhumor, prevail from Sunday morning to Saturday night. A happier set of boys-a more cheerful, and willing never were known! Could the Bishop, by going to England, have ordered a master to be made, he could not have "fitted" better than Mr. Bush fits that most unique position! Fancy Hawaiian goodnatured indolence and indifference, "go-as-you-please" temperament, half-caste vanity and conceit, Irish in

solence, American nervousness and rush, English obstinacy and persistence, German slowness, Norwegian dullness, and Chinese setness! and by chance something else, all brought under one roof, and you will divine what wisdom is needed to prevent friction in the work undertaken!

To a liberal education and rare gifts in drawing and mathematics is added a Christlike nature, perfect gentleness and simplicity of manner, and the tender heart of a woman in dealing with boys. A boy could do nothing too bad, even if condemned by half the college, to be outside the pale of his sympathy. He would hear every point the offender had to bring, and if punishment must be meted out to him, it would be in the spirit of a just but loving parent,—that would be the end of it, like a sum wiped off a slate, and the boy would have a chance to begin a better course. The College, as I have said, is not far from the Cathedral, just a pleasant march and outing for them, except, as now and then in the rainy season, when a ducking or a small tropical flood overtakes them, and that does not disturb their good-nature, even if their brand-new suit is in it all. They are taught self-reliance, and to laugh at trifles. But rain in Hawaii is often no trifle, nor trifler, but very determined in its soaking propensities, and the mud has a royal patent -Kalakaua mud. And just here let me say that it is a fact and no fancy that whenever his Majesty, King Kalakaua, arranges or sets a time, it matters not in what month nor what day of the month, for any event

in the way of holiday, festivity, celebration or the sort, the clouds also arrange for the same hour, and arraying themselves in sombre mourning tints, pack and crowd and jam closely together-piling up and up from back of Punchbowl, and over Mt. Tantalusfinally meeting in the middle of the town, just over the Palace roof, when down comes the rain straight, steady and constant! "The King's weather." It simply "happened so "-a coincidence, I am sure; for I know—am perfectly certain, that the biggest, blackest, most threatening-looking cloud in the sky, could have nothing personal stored up against so hospitable and kindly a gentleman as his Majesty--not even a drop of rain. The Bishop's grounds are entirely carpeted with the richest and greenest and thickest and softest of silk velvet-Crown mark !—and it is the pride of the "light infantry," the dear little barefooted pickuppers, that no rubbish, not even a feather shall stay on this piece of work of Nature's weaving, and the first thing in the morning they are out on duty. This is the task of the "small fry" entirely.

"He that is slow to wrath is of great understanding. He that keepeth his mouth keepeth his life.

"And he that ruleth his spirit better than he that taketh a city."

If "example is better than precept " then the collegians can but learn from their friend the Bishop of Honolulu that "silence is golden."

"The sculptor wrought on the marble white

From early dawn till the shades of night

Fell over the landscape far and wide.

Then he looked at his work and sadly sighed,
So poor and incomplete it seemed

Beside the model of which he dreamed,

But all his hopes were centered there-
His days of toil, his nights of care;

And now he thought, with a throb of pain,
That all of his labor had been in vain;
For none would see in the work achieved

The grand ideal his soul conceived.

A prayer burst forth from his sorrowing breast:
'O God,' he cried, 'I have done my best!'
That night an angel, in mercy sent,
Over that marble figure bent;
And as he worked the statue grew
More beautiful and fair to view;
For every stroke to form and face
Added some new and subtle grace.
The sculptor came in the early morn,
With heavy heart and looks forlorn;

But his eyes were dazzled, his brain distraught
By the wonderful change the night had wrought.
With rapturous joy his bosom swelled

As the glorious image his eyes beheld;

And there on the wall just over his head,

In letters of gold, these words he read:

When the workman hath wrought the best he could, Whatever the work, God makes it good.'

The people came from far and near
To see the statue which had no peer;

And soon to the king on his lofty throne

The humble sculptor by fame was known.

With wealth and honor his life was crowned,

For none was more famous the wide world round.

The sculptor has long since passed away;

His statue has moldered to decay;

But the promise the angel left behind

Is still fulfilled to all mankind:

'When the workman hath wrought the best he could, Whatever the work, God makes it good.'

So when you feel you have done your best,
Then leave to the Sculptor Divine the rest."