tions." He spoke of how often one might be guilty of saying, or at least thinking: "Thank God I am not like" Miss Vanity or Mr. Vile, Mrs. Stingy-Selfish or Mr. Proud-Prancing-Horses. Thank you. Oh no, I am not as other men are. He quoted from dear, learned, wise, meek St. Paul "By the grace of God I am what I am." The Saviour, it is not written in the whole Gospel, ever rebuked the sinner. He won them by love and by love only. "Sin no more lest a worse thing come upon thee." "Go and sin no more." "Sell all that thou hast and give to the poor." "Take up thy bed and walk." "Were there not ten cleansed but where are the nine?" "Jesus exhorteth to avoid offences." "All are unprofitable servants." "Could ye not watch with me one hour?"

"And Jesus turned and looked upon Peter." Bon voyage Bishop and Mrs. Willis. Au revoir.

REQUIEM.

Honor our dead, honor our dead,

With martial tread, bowed heart and head,
Take him in to the Altar foot;

With old-time hymns and flowers rare.
Rest him there in the Church's care.
Bury our dead, bury our dead,

Play music sweet, let prayers be read;
With stately tread, bowed heart and head,
Lead on, lead on with our soldier dead;
See cross and priest and bishop, true,
The Church's arms will carry him through.
March on, march on, with your soldier dead,
Hymns shall be sung and prayers be said;
Lead on, lead on, O comrades true,

Cathedral gates will open for you.

(In Memoriam Captain Satterlee.) "July 14, 1899."

A MILITARY FUNERAL.

The funeral services over the remains of the late Capt. Satterlee took place on the morning of the 14th July, at 10 o'clock, the officiating clergy being the Bishop of Honolulu and the Rev. Vincent H. Kitcat. The funeral was a full military one, due to the high rank of the deceased in the United States army. The services at the Cathedral were choral, the choir being enlarged for the purpose, and under the direction of the organist, Mr. Wray Taylor.

The Rev. Mr. Kitcat sang the opening verses of the Psalm, followed by the choir. The Bishop read the Lesson, I Cor. xv, 20. The hymns sung were: "Brief life is here our portion" and "On the Resurrection morning."

Many friends and mourners were present.

The remains were taken to the S. S. Australia down Merchant and Fort Street in the presence of a very large gathering. A small detachment of mounted police led, followed by the Government band under the direction of Capt. Heinrich Berger. Next came a company of U. S. soldiers under arms. The pall bearers marched alongside the hearse in which lay the dead covered with the Stars and Stripes on which were placed beautiful flowers from loving friends.

Immediately in front of the hearse was the crucifer, Mr. Fitz and the surpliced choir of the Cathedral, the Rev. V. H. Kitcat and his Lordship the Bishop of Honolulu. Lastly came many officers of the U. S. Army and a troop of soldiers. The body of Captain Satterlee will be taken to Fortress Monroe, Virginia, under proper escort. The widow and child are there sorrowing for their loved and lost. "May perpetual light shine about him."

GOSPEL TRUTH.

Oh 'tis love that makes this world go round,
And don't you forget it my brother;
Your words are but an empty sound,
If you will not help another.

Minist'ring angels walk our earth,
But they're in the likeness of man;

They've done God's work from its very birth
Each helping wherever he can.

Yes, 'tis love that makes the world go round, In kind help to one another;

I preach to you a doctrine sound

And try not forget it my brother.

Its love, love, makes God's worid go round,
Tell it out, tell it out my brother;
Let million voices now resound,
In love to God we'll help another!

BROTHERLY YOVE.

Young Book-keeper.-"Mornin' Sir. Old Jobson's dead." Old Gradgrind.-"Well I can't help it, ken I?"

"Thought, perhaps, you'd like to hear the news as you don't take the morning paper."

"P'r'aps you haven't been here too long; you might know something of the gossip of our town-don't need to fool off your money for newspaper trash. Why every man an' boy I've met since left King Street's told me that-hump!-Jobson's dead!" He didn't amount to much down in Syd., any way.

Bookkeeper. "Oh!" O. G. Tried to run the Times-old fool! —and it broke 'im up-broke 'im up. He failed all to smash an' only paid 90 cents on a dollar; owed me a $5.50 an' never got but five out of him; but I don't care now, he's dead-let go. These newspaper fellers not much account-not much 'count.” Bookkeeper.-"Did you take the Sydney Times?"