Of course we're only mules, (wicked) but our drivers think we're "some,"

And tell they hope to meet us, in that Kingdom come.

Ho, ho! we're a jolly row, and only sing 'cause we can't crow. Step up fast, on Saturday night,

This run'll bring us out all right.

Ho, ho! we're a jolly row, and only sing 'cause we can't crow.

THE SANDWICH ISLANDS.

If you will look on your map you will see that these islands are alone in mid-ocean; we are not overlooked by any neighbour, the nearest house being 2,100 miles away. For many reasons, known and unknown, it is well-known that they possess the finest climate on the globe, that is take it from January to January. If there is any other spot of earth that can boast having a parallel, exactly, in that respect, it has not yet been discovered.

Looking again to your map you will see at once that we are not in the Torrid Zone, but barely escape it. We are semi-tropical, and while there are many productions living and growing in that hottest belt that doubtless might, could, would and should (with a little care and attention) flourish here (animal and vegetable) they certainly do not.

For instance there is no mahogany, rosewood, nor ebony here; there are no monkeys, none of the monkey-tribe here; no singingbirds nor birds of brilliant plumage; no wild beasts nor venomous reptiles-save the mosquito! There is not a snake; but there are, here and there, to be found, scorpions and centipedes; and while they are not handsome in their behavior, nor to look at, their warfare is not deadly. But, while their poison is not mortal they are to be shunned. I have not in nine years had a bite, I mean to say been bitten; at the same time I am never unmindful in going where one of them is likely to take up its habitation. I don't plunge into damp places nor dark corners, recklessly. And, I shakes me gown, I does! Oui-i.

This is a little country, a very small affair-a few islands, a few thousand square feet of earth, that is all. But, a magnificent

gem can be held in an ordinary pill box, or in the palm of a weekold baby.

"Old Ocean" does not wash the shores of a second Hawaii! If you look away from the sea, and the roads around the islands and the cane follow the sea to a great extent, then you must look to the mountains and to the hills, and the wondrous fascinating cloud effects over their tops, and down on their flanks. And, if you find them ever green, and you will, there must be feed for wild cattle and there is: there must be many cattle and there are. If the valleys are, too, always of the same color they must be luxuriant and well watered, and they are. If there are countless numbers of waterfalls on everyone of these islands (8) and there are; there must be precipices and chasms, ravines, passes, gulches and the rest. Yes. You are correct in your reasoning.

If there are streams of water, large and small, constantly, the year round, coursing through the miles of gulches, from the mountain to the sea, there must be rich vegetation in those gulches. Oh, yes. And homes are there and children born. There is to be found almost every known vegetable for the table; and, doubtless, a few you have never seen. Oranges and limes, pineapples and figs flourish here; then of course we must not expect the apple and the pear. But grapes, strawberry and many other delights. On my veranda today, Oct. 1st, in blossom are violets, balsams, geraniums, marigolds, pinks, and two kinds of passion vine. I have orange, avocado pear and papaia-trees coming on, that I raised from the seed.

I promised, in my last, to recount my trip from Honolulu, and the capital island Oahu, to Kohala, the most northerly and the smallest, but the richest district of the king-island, Hawaii. Very well, pardon me for saying I am a woman of my word; and, as a school girl would say, "dearly love" to write. You shall have that rough journey; for I must tell you the truth that, in these

channels, there is not much solid comfort to be found. But your captain knows his business, and the longest distance from point to point or, from port to port, is comparatively, hardly more than a ferry.

To land at Mahukona, the port of Kohala, one must take the Kinau! but, if you wish to go directly to coffee land (the Kona) and old or new lava flows, you must take a different steamer, and start on another day. There are "more sides than one" to these islands.

After leaving Oahu, you will not sight Kauai, the oldest and the most beautiful and the fourth in size (the "garden island"); neither will you see little Niihau with its 40,000 sheep, and not much of anything else; one foreign family; and the natives in a very primitive state. These are in the north-west and you are going southeast. But, you will pass the lovely land of Molokai, the home of the leper, Nature's great hospital and prison-ground, for the living-dead, where men and women once condemned and sent, must forever abide, as securely walled in and fenced out from the rest of humankind as was the Emperor Napoleon. And all this is most merciful and altogether wise.

Lanai, devoted also to sheep raising only, is close to Molokai ; but there is a channel between!!—

At Maui (of great sugar importance, for is not the wonderful plantation of Spreckelsville there?), we certainly stop. My! Maui. What, what is here besides that tiresome sugar? Don't you see Haleakala? the largest extinct crater on the globe. There's the pretty village of Wailuku in front of it, with magnificent Iao Valley at a little distance off; and a good road to the plantation of Waikapu, three miles to the right, and of Waihee, three miles to the left. There's lovely Olinda upon the mountain-side, and oh! I can't tell you half, of course not, of the joys and pleasures,

and glories and hospitality, of that second in size of this group of Venuses!

I am not talking poetry but how could one be prosy over these things? "O. K.!" Don't say that, please. This is the land of Nature's "Royal Tokay." Come to see (sea).

Maui is a beautiful country of up-land and low-land, of enterprise, of honesty and industry. Therefore, give us Maui. But we have not yet reached Hawaii, the monarch, recollect. But oh, we have to cross that "stormy water," that other channel before we can put foot on the big island, and that will take all night.

HAWAII.

"The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament sheweth his handiwork."

By one of those mysterious, irresistable, unseen influences no one can fathom, I was led to throw open my sea-window at half past three this morning, and directly in front of me was the sturdy, brave little Kinau speeding on its way from Hilo to Mahukona. It looked almost like one of the larger planets dropped from the sky, with its brilliant light. It appeared for ten minutes to be almost motionless for the sea was in as calm and placid a mood as I, myself. But no, she was rapidly moving; there in deep water and she runs along close in. I could almost hit her with a stone. Appearances are often very deceitful, and the Kinau will soon have reached Mahukona, wait for the train from Niulii with passengers, freight and mail, and be due at Honolulu tomorrow morning.

The heavens were in all their glory of star and planet the Ursa Major toward the west; a meteor took a daring leap and vanished. But, it was chilly and damp for there had been heavy showers