recall but one: He said there was a picture (and I dare say nearly all of the Bulletin readers have seen it) that he had always very much admired: It was the Cross and a woman had struggled up out of the breakers and thrown her arm around the foot of it. He had always thought it a very beautiful conception of faith, until one day in New York he was going down Broadway and his attention was called to a picture of the Cross wherein a woman had come out of the water and thrown one arm around the cross, and with the other hand was dragging up another woman. In six months after this noted revivalist had left that city, was that dense crowd who had hung seemingly upon his word and followed closely in his train or wake those many services, were they to be found, those men and women, or either, attending the places for worship, of that city? I am sorry to say you, nay. These religious excitements and their output are, too often, like the Eastern juggler's almond-tree, which grows, buds, blossoms and bears fruit while he is bending over it; and causes surprise and wonder not only at its quick maturity, but at its swifter disappearance-jugglery. "Remember now thy creator in the days of thy youth Train up a child in the— Search the scriptures, For they are they that testify of me, They that seek me early Suffer the little children He that rejecteth me and receiveth not my words- that citrus fair was about opening in wicked San Franof the counties wished to send a "Rock of Ages." You all know that hymn is now considered as the "No. I hymn," not of course including those mighty masterpieces, "Te Deum Laudamus," "The Magnificat," "Jubilate Deo," etc. But of the modern hymnology it stands unrivaled.—(Toplady.) The committee, some of the powers, entirely objected saying that the subject, represented by oranges, rocks and water, was out of place in a hall where the washed and unwashed crowd would sweep in day and night, on bought, or on borrowed season-tickets, for sight-seeing, recreation, light music and amusement. But, some wise man or men held the ground, and argued that it would be as good as a pinch of salt—a sort of saving grace at that cheap but marvellous show of God's gift to man in the citrus line. "Let us have the cross here in San Francisco lifted high, right amongst our fruit-we insist." And the cross of magnificent, selected golden balls stood out from floor to ceiling, the central object of regard. All honor to those men who put Christ into their busi ness! There was a perfect locomotive, a wind-mill, pretty little chalets and many other objects of beauty; and a fine band of music. Everyone voted who came and in a few days the "Rock of Ages" was hundreds ahead! In the evening beautiful lighting—fairyland. The hymn was sung and two women completed the picture. There was no disorder allowed. And it was as good to that crowd as an exhortation. They might forget the locomotive, or the wind-mill-they would not forget the singing of that hymn and the Cross! Salt. What is the matter with our mince-meat, it is so flat, so little taste! We have put everything good into it—mace, citron, allspice, plenty of sugar, raisins, currants, brandy, nutmeg, candied fruit, cider, apple, little rum-what is the pilikia we wonder? Try another pinch of salt, and lo! The rich flavors are all there. “I Esdras saw upon the Mount Sion a great people, whom I could not number, and they all praised the Lord with songs. And in the midst of them there was a young man of a high stature, taller than all the rest, and upon everyone of their heads he set a crown, and was more exalted; which I marvelled at greatly. So I asked the angel, and said, Sir, what are these? He answered and said unto me, These be they that have put off the mortal clothing, and put on the immortal and have confessed the name of God; now are they crowned and receive palms. Then said I unto the angel, What young person is it that crowneth them, and giveth them palms in their hands? So he answered and said unto me, It is the Son of God, whom they have confessed in the world. Then began I greatly to commend them that stood so stiffly for the name of the Lord. Then the angel said unto me, Go thy way, and tell my people what manner of things, and how great wonders of the Lord thy God, thou hast seen." Salt. 1896. MAKAPALA BY THE SEA. BOATS THAT PASS AND REPASS IN THE NIGHT AND IN THE DAY. Salute that native's boat; Salute, salute we say! Salute the native's oar That brings us safe to shore; Salue, salute we say. But, as for poor little Makapala there is never a sign—divil a bit, of the plantation on the face of it, just toilers abide within its gates, hewers of wood and drawers of water indeed, Chinese and natives. There is, however, the same Pacific in front of it, the same glorious sky, of all Hawaii nei, over it; the same delightful atmosphere surrounds it; the same one God and Saviour Jesus is preached into its ears. This little village is not rich as men usually count riches, and as they certainly do count them in North Kohala; this village lacks sugar. But if you go to the upland you can look south and west on plantations of richest hue. Whew! How rich! And if you will gaze "away down east," there is little Niulii close on to the sea, busy as a bee, all about one thing-sugar-cane. On that one theme this whole district, excepting sane little Makapala, is luny. Yes, Mahukona 12 miles off is the leading port of North Kohala and this district is the most northerly of the whole six and the richest, and the most important and the smallest in this island of Hawaii. It's a mighty pretty, green bit of earth and cool as a cucumber, its lettuce and radishes are crisp, its lentiles are tender, cabbages heady, sweet potatoes and taro and onions, pineapples, figs, strawberries, oranges, eggs, milk, fresh butter-all there""Who'll bid? Going, going, gentlemen! Gone." Where is coffee? You've lost your bearings. Not on this side of Hawaii. But let me tell you here, now you ask; coffee is jealous of cane, rice is getting jealous of coffee, Wailuku is jealous of Hilo, Hilo is intensely jealous of Honolulu, Kauai says, “If it is not as big as Maui it's enough sight more beautiful;" and so this little island-world wags on and on to the end of the chapter. "By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world." It is very natural of course, that we should, nearly all of us, fall into the error that almost the entire population of the globe rise in the morning and climbing the highest point handy, shade their eyes, looking seaward toward Hawaii. But, this is sophistry. Someone has said that "a thing is never too often repeated that is not well-learned." And it does, to us, seem strange, now, that all intelligent, educated people, everywhere, are not perfectly conversant with the affairs of the Islands, from a political, physical and every other standpoint. But it is not at all so. The steamboat companies, you say, have been sowing the seed now for years, broadcast. Have they? How many copies all told? A teacher insists on accuracy-facts not fancies. There are as you know some 100 million at home-my home. They do not all live in San Francisco, New York or Washington. In those three cities the population, to a certain extent, know of the Sandwich Islands. Yes, we admit that point. There are, literally, millions of intelligent beings in the United States who know no more about Hawaii for instance, than they know about Epsom in England, or Derby in Connecticut; and millions more be it said who care to know no more about it. They |