But it all helps to add to the wonderful panorama of the day. Not fewer than 200,000 entering this place in the course of the twenty-four hours. It is the people's common, and no one dares to say them nay on this their great, high holiday. "For that Boston it goes crazy and the common takes a spree." For two nights and one day they hold their own, eat, drink and sleep there if they choose; but, before daylight, of the 5th, that motley throng of venders and tricksters is a thing of yesterday; they have folded up their tents and silently stole away. Scarcely a man has been put under arrest in all that jollity, except for real crime. That is one of the "orders" given.

We must not do one a kindness and then knock him down with a billet! But, the policemen are tired, sleepy and dissatisfied as they see how things are, or are not, with just un clin d'oeil* on that dull morning on that sorry spot; for the sky begins to threaten rain after all that cannonading, often before the display of firework is all off. The common is covered with debris; its velvet dress shabby and soiled, rent, bedraggled in every breadth, and the beautiful malls, even have "given in!" Woe! Woe! "For that city it went crazy, and the common had a spree."

But, now in the distance, is seen the salvation army, the long display of carts and the steady tramp of men, with shovels and brooms (the industrial procession of the "5th") eager and willing to begin the work of rescue and redemption. They are neither tired nor sleepy and joke and jest passes from mouth to mouth, and roars of laughter, as they shovel up the picked and dry bones of yesterday's feast. By night that place is tidy and in a fair way for recovery. Heavy downpours during the day have kindly washed its face, and soon all be sweet and fair. "For that Boston it went crazy and the Common had its spree."

Makapala-by-the-Sea, 1897.

MIGNONETTE.

A Sweet Employment for Hawaiian Maidens.

Instruct Them Carefully and Scientifically in Floriculture and Horticulture.

What are our native girls to do when done with school, and obliged many of them to face this not always smooth and sunny work-a-day world?

We plunge at once into the charming, the poetical, in giving our counsel, to be heeded for no more than it is worth, and exclaim: "Why, cultivate mignonette!"

We repeat to you, my dear Hawaiian girls, cultivate mignonette. Cui bono? (What is the cost of it?) Everybody likes the odor of mignonette, everybody will buy a sprig if they own five cents..

But, you must be taught scientifically as to the preparation of your soil, and in what kind of exposure to make it thrive.

You must begin, too, with the best seed; and, you can never neglect your work, your care, your un-remitting love and attention to your garden, your acre of mignonette.

Now, having begun with this flower (I am perhaps meeting with a maiden who owns that much land somewhere near Honolulu, and who can form a sort of partnership with a few school friends who own no land, but who are willing to hoe, plant and water, pick, tie up and sell), go on to pansies, bachelor's buttons, violets and all other beauties.

The natives who are on the street now, and "may their shadow never grow less," and may the sweet perfume of their blooms

increase until it is wafted throughtout this town of Honolulu, overpowering and killing the noisome fumes of the rank, cheap cigarette, and unwholesome, destructive, poisonous, "doctored" beer-may God hasten that day-the natives who are on the street now, we repeat, must pass off and away to that country where, if there be flowers, they will require no care; and the girls now in school can take their places, and, they ought to take them, and to bring to them the fruits (flowers) of skilled laborpractical, learned florists.

What is the use of any school to these girls (and I take it for granted that many of them, even at Kamehameha, are poor in purse) if it does not fit them, literally, to earn their bread?

Yes, true, many of them will marry, but that is not my "platform;" and even if they do, they can sell flowers and be a help meet.

Teach them how to raise flowers scientifically, for one thing. If this is not done the time is close at hand when florists from the Coast will handle the job, and "astonish" not only the poor native, but the white man, with his "rapid transit" lightning-express!

It makes me sad as I write, for I seem to see it all before me now. Will leis be made by machine? Very likely.

The work need not to stop at flowers; but, wherever a girl saw a suitable bit of land to spare she could put in a cutting, and start grapes, and also figs; and one success would suggest another.

God help them to wisdom in the schools.

It is important in this work of raising flowers (and the same of fruit) that new ones should from time to time appear, and also new colors of “old favorites." In the older cities a “new-flower" is quite often the subject of conversation. And we all know that there are grapes we never meet here.

I might go into the cultivation of vegetables, and say, I have not seen in Honolulu an ear of sweet corn of "eleven rows," the purple-top turnip, Savoy cabbage, nor marrow-fat pea.

However, some of the "newriche," who "fare sumptuously" every day, may get them in a "private car" from the East.

To resume: It is pleasant to come upon the bright, industrious parterre of dreary Nuuanu street, where those few natives are working; but we cannot see why there should not be much more space, nearer the wharf, etc., given to the making of leis and nosegays.

If "competition is the soul of trade" there could be flower girls on the street, on their feet at certain hours of the day.

Flowers will sell themselves even where one has no real need of them, if offered on the street. Who can refuse a bunch, if cheap? Dear me, I cannot.

It would please me to know that there were mignonette-gardens, pansy-gardens, etc., all under the care of native girls, and if there are not, why not?

The native was made not to be idle or vain but, pre-eminently, to love flowers and to raise them. And flowers love the natives, therefore, give them flower-work.

We were told of one industrious lei-maker who has bought a good bit of land toward the Pali and employs Chinese to help her in raising flowers.

In frequently, we used to attend a Play at a very fine theatre where were stars of the larger magnitude as a rule.

On entering this exquisite, cool and dainty "play-house," a whiff of mignonette was fanned into one's face, and it was brought to pass through the unceasing, trapesing up and down of only one dear, little, old (oh, so very old!) withered-up French woman whose face was almost as much beloved as her mignonette MIGNONETTE.

WINE AND THE VINE.

We have now come to that state of being, to that stage in our physical and mental growth when we are led to believe sincerely that we are fully capable, competent to take up handle discuss dissect and digest calmly coolly dispassionately-uninfluenced, unbiassed and totally fearless of the opinion of friends or foe to the contrary the topic-Wine, Wine-making and Wine-drinking.

What ho! "How now Horatio?"

I shall be frank and honest in my utterances on this subject to-day knowing I have no "ax to grind" wishing to gain nothing, personally, and am indifferent to a certain extent of what the wordling ("ye cannot serve God and mammon") reckons as profit or loss.

We have learned (hard school) in whatsoever state we are not to murmur and repine-neither covet.—

We speak our mind or are silent. So far then as Hawaii and the United States are concerned we hasten to aver, to repeat, something of our remarks in our first paper on the subject.

It is neither consistent nor conceivable the union, freedom and "prohibition" or freedom and compelled "total abstinence."

It is a wedding a welding that cannot transpire and we do not say this to the detriment the injury of this, or of our own Heaven-favored country, but just exactly and precisely to the contrary.

Despotism and Freedom are not synonymous terms.—