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manship. Their eye is fairly correct in the work, a firin and steady hand, together with great patience. They are not easily disheartened or discouraged, but will faithfully go over and over a piece of work until it entirely suits them. It must be admitted, however, that they will take pretty much their own time for it, and will make but little exertion, except “the spirit moves them”! They do not premeditate mischief, possess no malice, but are unselfish, generous and goodnatured. They lack gratitude, and, as a race, take everything done for their benefit, small or large, as a “matter of course." They are noisy, boisterous, stormy little rascals; they will, now and then, pride themselves on a “swear-word,” or smoke a sly cigarette, but are always ready for a laugh and a bit of fun. To hear them singing “ Marching through Georgia,” and other songs of the late war, is quite a surprise to the stranger on the island. But it is far more pleasing to hear them sing in their own tongue. They do not fit well into English. Farther down the road, on the right, you will notice the lovely grounds and house of Hon. C. R. Bishop, an American banker.
the Iolani Palace, was built by Princess Ruth Keelikolani“ for a monument to herself,” as she expressed it. She was a Kamehameha and a noble woman. The late Princess Bernice Pauahi Bishop was her heir. She, in her turn, left the estate to her husband. Mrs. Bishop left in her will half a million dollars to found the “Kamehameha Schools” (industrial). Her monument, indeed! The one for boys was completed some years ago; and, connected with this school, Mr. Bishop has endowed a magnificent museum, where will be found a very valuable collection of Hawaiian relics and curios. At his death it may pass into the hands of a descendant of the “Pilgrim Fathers,” (it might do worse), but it would make a fine “Kamehameha Home" for homeless children. The author of “Vanity Fair," far from fortunate in the most intimate of his domestic relations, yet desired above all things to found a home. To that end he built a Queen Anne house within a half-minute's walk of High street,
rounded by friends, the choicest spirits of his age, he lived and wrote and died. Then came the inevitable sale of that “still life” which the gentle spirit so dearly prized, and the red-brick house, with its pleasant library and billiard-room, its veranda and cozy garden, fell into the hands of strangers. Thackeray had set his heart on this house, and intended that it should be associated with his name. Reminded by a friend of the line in Horace about those who, oblivious of their sepulchers, build themselves houses, he retorted that he was not so forgetful, as the house he had built would always be valuable to his posterity.
Scarcely a week ago the place was empty, though it had found another tenant-and the people in charge, and the policeman on the beat, when questioned, confessed that they had never heard the name of Thack
eray, or knew that such an author had at any time existed.
“ Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher,
Vanity of vanities; all is vanity."
Opposite is the home of the British Minister, Mr. Wodehouse. Near by is Emma Square, a pretty place indeed, where one can hear on moonlight nights Berger's fine band, consisting exclusively of native Hawaiians. At the Knights Templar Conclave in San Francisco in 1883, in the grand march, the Royal Hawaiian Band held the place of honor. You will travel a long way to hear more entrancing music than this German maestro, with his superbly trained“ boys," can give you! Hearing is believing! Such lovely nights and such fine music combined, did any one ever know except in Hawaii! Just along here you will find the Emma-square entrance, and the Emmastreet entrance, too, to the precincts of “St. Andrew's Cathedral,” of the “ Anglican Church Mission.”
On the left as you enter from the Square, are the grounds and buildings of “St. Andrew's Priory," a home and school for Hawaiian girls. The grounds are ample for all their needs of play, and for garden. The buildings are convenient, cool and airy, with stretch upon stretch of veranda, a very desirable thing in a climate like Honolulu. Great royal palms can be seen with their tops almost to the sky, brilliant climbers, and dainty flowers of paler hue. Fifty native girls find a home and an education within this place, and of day pupils there are over fifty more.
There is the pretty chapel, the schoolhouse, the refectory, the dormitories, the drawing-room, etc.; but where is the soul of this place—where are the heads and hearts that keep this work going year by year, prosperous and successful?
Ah, it is the “ Devonport Sisters”! and, for nearly twenty years, they have been working on these islands, among Hawaiian girls, going in and out on their errands of mercy, to teach, and love, and help in any and every way, native girls of all ages, from the young lady to the wee tot,"counting all gain but loss,” that they may win to Christ these children, and make them co-workers in the church of their love, and good sisters, wives and mothers, in the home-life.
Their hospitality is unbounded. And merry is the time, and jolly is the treat, when “Eldress Phoebe" throws open the doors of her priory that all may enter, and enjoy for an afternoon the lovely grounds! The “Good Queen Emma," (relict of Kamehameha IV.), the patron of the Church in Hawaii, loved nothing better, in her life, than to take her quiet Sunday tea in the little parlor of the priory. And sadly do the Sisters miss her Majesty's pleasant face, her cheery, sunny manners, and helpful words!
The precincts are very beautiful, with the well-kept velvet carpet, the trees, the flame-colored shrubs, reminding one of autumn leaves in New England just before " Jack Frost ” takes them. There are three entrances, — on the east, west and north. Each is wide enough for carriages and for people.
When the Bishop is in town he is always at the Cathedral on Thursday and Sunday mornings as well as Saints' days, at 6:30, for early celebration. The “Sisters” are there with their young family—and a few others, now and then a stranger or two from the hotel, on the other side of the road. And never does the place look more beautiful than in the early morning. It truly looks at such times, especially if there have been night showers, like "a new heaven and a new earth”! You may say, “If I go to the same latitude, on any other part of the globe, shall I not find as fine a climate as this Hawaii I hear so much extolled ? "
I can only say you “Nay.”
The why I cannot tell you—you must ask some professor of meteorology, or the Signal Service man, or “the man in the moon," and then tell me; for I did not promise you in my preface to solve knotty, scientific problems, did I? But the climate of Hawaii is, thus far, an indisputable fact—a climate with no exact parallel on this planet, at all rates. It is here the compensation for nearly all “the ills that flesh is heir to.” Discomforts, lack of society and the rest are borne with more patience and grace than could be possible in most other places. It is perfect rest to
tired thinker. It is satisfying to every cell in man's brain, and every fibre of his heart!
Marvelous in its beauty, and very even throughout the year, certainly it often seems too warm to the