FACTS.

This country of Hawaii has, not slowly, but steadily changed for the better during the entire past four years—a most decided upward trend and gain. There's a fact. A gain to the native at every point, from Poi to Punahou, from the taro-patch to the drawing-room. "That's a fact!" The natives of the rising generation can compete, if they choose, every day, now, with the Caucasian; and if they do compete, with a will and an energy, with a steadfast purpose, they will win the prize-in some things. They will now and again. But the Caucasian-the blue eye -rules the world; must ever. Let him look to it that he be not accused of mis-ruling "in that great day when the books shall be opened and every man's work shall be tried of what sort it is." The Caucasian must now rule in Hawaii: that is, must be "at the top" in a way. That's a fact.

The natives have advanced in a most notable degree in the past few years. There are more, in office; more, helping in mercantile and commercial pursuits; more, learning trades; a larger number, I believe, taking the advanced course in school and college than ever before. These are all facts that cannot be controverted-facts.

The social life and intercourse of one class, of one nationality with another is on a higher, more distinctly harmonious footing than, even, five years back—no longer. There is, today, a certain "rest"—a spirit of peace in the land that the few malcontents are powerless to disturb. The country is moving on "the even tenor of its way"-moving on quietly, coolly, "as cool as a cucumber," to its appointed end—canals, cable, railroads, tunnels,

factories, boat-building, importing, exporting, in one word-progressing. That's a fact.”

There's no keeping Hawaii any longer at the foot of the hill. This country of great resources and the finest climate in the known world is not to stand any time longer begging and coaxing and advertising for folks to come to see her! It makes me red in the face as I write to con over the manoeuring of the time past. Let people come or stay away! There's no danger. We ought to take our pick in the way of population—don't want everybody and anybody tramping across our magnificent hills and valleys "I guess." "That's a fact."

We are Christians, true but we don't desire to be brought down to the level of heathen. Wherein we can bring them up to ours, all right. If heathen children are schooled and trained as in 'St. Paul's' from four years of age. to believe in Jesus Christ, to read their Bible, to pray to God, they will live and act as Christians live and act and be a power for good in this country. We can trust them. I have personally proved some of them and I know whereof I write. Fact.

I like the people of Asia with whom I have dealt. We get what we bid for and often not half as bad as we deserve; for the poor have poor defense, and too few defenders. They cannot afford to make a stand against injury or cheat. Why need they -the Chinese-ever be sent away? They are good, intelligent workers and when treated fairly none more faithful-more reliable.

There is work for the Chinaman and work for the white man and it is too hard to ask any white man to cut cane, for instance, ten hours a day! We know what that work is! To stoop, in the hot sun, and cut a few canes, then stoop again and move, clear those long stalks out of the way and keep up that steady chop chop all the day; to leave, as "your gang" goes on, a space of

trash, dry, dusty and yellow behind you with its heated shining glare! How many days would your head and back serve you for that kind of "hewing of wood and drawing of water?" Ah! Don't you pretend to compare New England farm-work with a Hawaiian sugar-plantation! The reaping of grain, the mowing of grass, is sweetest music-a symphony compared to it. It is a harsh discord-any comparison between the two.

Hoeing your row, felling trees, pruning vines, gathering fruit, cutting ice, sawing logs, nothing to it. Let the white man keep to a white man's labor—the colored races to theirs, and one help the other to live as brothers of one great mysterious fraternity. God had His own wise plan when He created man as He did.

They are here-the Mongols-and we who call ourselves Christians are here too; these laborers can be humanized and Christianized if we will. There is no trouble in teaching them how to cover all the hardest work of a plantation. Why cannot they be taught in other things, even more important concerns, as well? Ah!

When I tell you that besides these grades we have a sort of kindergarten of nine little girls and boys under six years of age, often bright, cunning, sharp little midgets you will see the work, the care is no sinecure. These are, indeed, the children of the poor, both parents often working in the field. They speak to the Chinese teacher in Chinese; they speak to me in English. You will admit it is a good deal for a little one of five years to do. But these Chinese both grasp and hold, in learning. I oveheard a boy of six tell to his mother, what I had said to him in English, and then they both laughted with delight. The school to them is a great boon. Many of them are heathen.

These are simply a few simple facts.

1897.

STREET TALK.

That tall man going along over there, with a sort of jerk? and a pencil above his ear?-Oh, that's old Lamkin the editor-been at it many a year.

Let me tell you, now that you ask, he's a genius in his way; we call him Lamb for short, but he's an elephant most any day. Why that man Lamb runs a "daily" in our town you know; he writes the eds. the ads, "our own reporter," sets up half the thing, 'tends telephone, sweeps out, swoops in and for it all gets precious little tin.

"Poor?" Yes, poor 'nough I reck'n in everything but brains; that darned old Herald he engineers belongs to those Squeers' (you recollect them?) and they keep an eye to the coin it appears.

"Treadmill." Yes, you're right I guess. Why, half the world's, in a treadmill, more or less.

THE SERMON.

On Sunday night, 16th of July, the Bishop of Honolulu preached in St. Andrew's Cathedral for the last time before leaving for a pastoral visitation to Samoa, etc.

His Lordship had for his text: "And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God." Very difficult task to undertake to reprove another and requiring the most delicate and exquisite finesse added to the most unselfish love and desire to uplift and help in any and every way possible, the one to whom the rebuke is offered. And all this "charity" must be made very plain to the one addressed by "preacher" or by layman. Other than that all such seed so often sowed broadcast, does not bear good fruit or even spring up!That time is worse than wasted.-Human beings say: "Example is better than precept." And the God-man, Christ Jesus, emphasized that truth by always teaching in parables, taking for his illustrations the most simple things of our every day life, viz: The grain of mustard seed, the lost coin, kernel of wheat, Dives and Lazarus, the leaven hid in three measures of meal, the camel and the needle's eye; and one could follow out the whole of the Gospel teaching, space permitting. "And without a parable spake He not unto them."

Likely it would prove more profitable on the whole or equally profitable simply to refer a sinner-friend to some portion of Our Blessed Lord's teaching; or, give to him or to her a nice Testa

ment.

The Bishop emphasized in his sermon more particularly the parable of the Pharisee and the publican, dwelling very strongly on the point that it was intended for "all ages and all genera