If a i. ' *, ".... **, ',':..li.lli.'lllllilllll.. y lt'..*.-* <' 11 ' 111 -': I. *'*''*i*'. l.-;*:' -::,;" l**; I.y; l:l'l '.lllpllllllllllll X I t ^ '^" *: I '":l - l '.l.l 'li ' * Ml '.l" l,. l.': lll' il 'I": i i,!. 'i ' *' '***' 'l.: ~ '.. jj,. j-,-.' *":...''..: *i; jK y jx H' j *iC- -0() 14 1 IL 14... (M I & liv x ~ ~ ~ 8~ TVp.. c.z..j '1/ I' BY ) OF HONOLULU. bl. 40 THIS F'UILICATION OF AkNGLO-HIAWAIIAN POEMS IS THE FIRST IN A COLLFCTED FORM XETERIRSSUED FROM THE HONOLULU PRESS; AND THE PIECES SELECTED WILL H3E FOU-D ]HAWAIIAN EITHER IN MATTER, CONCEPTION OR ASSOCIATION; WHILE ALL THE GRADATIONS OF WORK NECESSARY TO PRODUCE A HOOK HAVE BEEN EXECUTED IN HONOLULU. ir~stry is the languaje, of the. sour, the measured tones that reacht the hluman h'iaut.l PUBLISHED BY SUBSCRIPTION. HONOLULU: )PACIFIC COMMERCIAL ADVERTISE-R ]PRINT. 1877. DEDICATION To tils MAJESTY JALAKAUA, KING OF THE HAWAIIAN ISLANDS. SIIE:-To your Majesty's royal patronage and favor be ascribed the possibility of the publication of this pioneer effort towards the introduction of Anglo-Hawaiian poetical literature into these islands of poetry and song. The publication of the present humble selection of original poems, the writer trusts, may lead to much greater efforts in a similar direction by those of your Majesty's subjects in whom poetical genius is latent, or who have occasionally contributed poetical compositions to tile Anglo-Hawaiian press. By permission this publication is hereby dedicated to your Majesty, and it has been made as worthy of royal patronage as circumstances would permit. The poems, although few in number, will be found Hawaiian either in conception or association, while the work was written, printed and published in the city of Honolulu. In conclusion the writer desires to express his grateful thanks to your Majesty for the encouragement indicated above, coupled with the belief that all laudable Hawaiian enterprise will find in your royal person a generous friend and liberal patron. THE AUTlHOE. H tonolulu, Hawaiian Islands, ) 12th April, 1877. f // I:..''; CARD OF THANKS. The author takes this opportunity to express his grateful thanks to Her Majesty the Dowager Queen Emma Kaleleonalani, for her liberal patronage towards this publication; and also to the other subscribers without whose generous assistance the work could not have been published. Honolulu, 12th April, 1877. MACDONALD'S ANCLOIAW! O - AIAN POEMS. THE HAWAIIAN EXILE. Afar fiomi these shores on a foreign land treading, The Hawaiian exile a stranger must roam; A cold northern climate around him is spreading Bleak scenes never known in the land of his home. The chill blasts of winter beat hard on his dwelling; Thro' key-hole the wind whistles hollow and shrill; High on his doorstep the snow bank is swelling, And drift at his window lies white on the sill. The leafless trees bend in the gale that is blowing; Cold earth freezes hard as a stone to his tread; The frost seals the streams all unseen in their flowing That press to the sea over ice hidden bed. 4 Tho' snug in his parlor he often sits musing, And thinks of his bright sunny isles of the sea; He lays down the book he is tired of perusing, To dream of the beauties of Hawaii nei. His thoughts soar away to his own native mountains, And hover a while in their valleys and groves; His soul longs to drink of the clear gushing fountains 'That murmnur and flow in the land that he loves. There cradled was he near the hills that are loomiong Afar on the view that his dream passes o'er: His fancy beholds their bold outlines assuming The shapes lhe remembers so well that they wore. The crystal] waves break on the shores of his childhood, Where oft in his youth he had gamboled in glee; 'The trade wind siglhs softly thro' pallms and thrlo' wildwood W\hose sounds blend ill music with moanir of tlie sea. lie sees the known folrms of his friends that are dearer Than all the gay pleasures that wealtlh can bestow; \ea, e'en while lie looks, their loved features grow clearer,' And smile to his smile as they did long ag.lo. Stranlle ]landscalpes may glow in the rays of the 1morniingi' Gay flowerets may sparkle refresled by tlie (dew Yet art cultured nature in cioicest aidorning Yields not tle charlnm tlhat in boyhlood lie klnew. Tlio' cities in splendor tleir arlchives unfolding Invite him to study rich treasures of lore; T'io' triumlphs of art lie is ever beholding, lie longs for his home onl a tropical shore. W\ith ardor he spleaks of his isles of the ocean, Where sacred to him is eachl mountain and plain: ilescribing the valleys and haunts with devotion, HTe counts on the time lie may tread them again. INElJS SUGGESTED BY WITNESSINGs THE FUNERAL OF TIlE LATE MAJOR E. It. BOYI), ('1IAMBERLAIN TO HIIS MAJESTY. The dead mlarch sounds the solemn fiueral kne1ll, We hear its echoes gently rise and sxwell On ev'ning air; The last sad tribute to the dead is paid; 'ITe last sad rite performed and duly said Witlh zeal and care. To slow and solemln notes unllnumbered feet Ir'om every land paced thro' the quiet street, A sight sublime; All races mrlet, bult all their thoughts were one, Concerted thousands trod in unison For all kept time. Beneath the,pomp and tinsel of display Beat hlearts tlhat swelled in sympatlhy that day, And ineim'ry keen; IBeneatlh the plllltles coursed d(own the de teiide t Wiped lllIOb)Served, in case it migllt appear A weakness seen. llce awflIl lprspect of a yawlling grave Slhe( for whlile a sadness on the brave, A thoughtful gloonit That rltlleed far (eeper than a sermonl rea(, 'Twas stern reality beside tle (lead, And near the ton l,. \W'rol's were forgotten, and turmoil was huslhed; Foes met like friends, hate and revengc were crusled, Or unexpressed; Each serious look bespoke the last farewell 6 Which faltering on the tongue, unuttered fell Within the breast. The sympathies of man for brother man Are signs and tokens of a God-like plan, Untoned by art; The last obsequies on the dead bestowed, The salt tear from the moisten'd eye that flowed, Revealed the heart. All knew the man and felt he was a friend Whom they esteemed up to the bitter end When thus he fell; And e'en his dust tho' covered from their view They honored, for 'twas once the man they knew And loved so well. OAKUM is so well known a character in Honolulu that it seem.s unnecessary to speak of him, yet for the benefit of foreign readers it may be stated that he is an eccentric white man, who has lived in the neighborhood of Honolulu for a number of years, his history previous to being seen on these islands is unknown, and his appearance, habits and general characteristics are such as described in the following poem: OAKUM'S SONG. I am a man of bees which I hunt amongst the trees, And the mountains of Oahu are my home; My feet may be unshod, yet I strut along the road Whistling "Yankee Doodle " as I roam. I wear a flowing mane, and I travel with a cane; One of Nature's noble idlers you see; I'm a waif on the streets, while I live upon the sweets That busy bees lay up in store for me. 7 I'm partial to my fare, and I breathe the purest air; I'm careless, free and happy all day long; Contented with my lot, tho' at times I've ne'er a coat; The mountain crags re-echo with my song. Not bothered with my friends, for I make them serve my ends; I borrow all the money that I need; I don't insure my life, for I've neither child nor wife, And freedom self and honey is my creed. I'm heedless in my tone, and I "go my game alone "; When hungry I may always eat my fill; My thoughts are light as air, and my mind is free from care; After death my bones may whiten on the hill. No one may know the spot where my body lies to rot; The story of my life shall die with me; Amongst the mountain fogs, there surrounded by my dogs, My aimless life will end beneath a tree. A TROPICAL SUNSET. At close of day when gilded clouds arise In gathering patches o'er the tropic skies, And peaks of vapor where the sunbeams rest Ascending float and glitter in the west; Soaring aloft to veil declining day, While scattered cloudlets frolic as in play By fitful changes thro' the higher air Until they vanish in the solar glare. The massive cloud increases at its base, And spreads afar into the azure space; O'er-burdened tops in downward clusters lean 8 (Clad in bright armor, gold and silver sheen; While weakening beams permit the gazing eye To scan the mazes of the gorgeous sky: A TIeavenly glory lifts the soul from earth A bove the vileness of its mortal birth. Swift fleeting shadows glide across the scene With slanting rays that throw their light between; Till inear the sun the gauzy vapors spread, As he descends to greet the fleecy bed; While thick'ning shadows upward move antid,)ress To clothe the disk in tropic evening dress )f brilliant lustre every shade and hue; A golden land amidst a sea of blue: All brightly color'd by the darting beams 'The western sky a blaze of glory seems..)issolving views that change in varied liglit.Replaced by others op'ning to the sight; Strange fancy images on ether borne And seeming landscapes which the scenes adorln.11 colors fresh and spread by Nature's hand, All come and go as if by magic wand. Froml many a crevice in the burnished maze B3r11st jets of light in silent gorgeous bla.ze; Trill glory flashing penetrates the pole, And wakes the impulse of our earth-bound soul: Whlich panting with ecstatic joys it tries ''o find an exit thro' our gazing eyes: The picture brightens till we faintly see A glynpse of what angelic spheres might be; Imagination sees a Heavenly throng And hears in fragments the adoring song Of myriad souls that worship in the sky, In glory hallowed swell their melody. 9.iAnln the sun behind the radiant fleece (Changes the 7aspe(ct to the isles of Greece, With swains andl( maidens 'l(eath the olive shade tWhere spreads the vista thro' a myrtle glade, A.\d winldinl stretamlets thread a grass clad menad Whelre flowerets blush, and lherds of cattle feed: ThetI (cilthaos anld( a wild confusion seenIs ''o chantllge the cloud antd dili the gla.nllcinig bealms, ''Till noulntaiIns form and massive forests grow, tinge castles frown and shining rivers flow; _i'eln (cities rise on slores of suriny seas \Vlhere palmls seem WaVilng. il a gelltle breeze. Then Edel's.ard(lncl writh tlhe fruits and flowers Thlalt clustered near to Adam's sacreld bowers Of love and innocence the blest abode W\iee mlan unfallen could] converse withl ((ol; All genlial sprilng, for dIeatli was t.hen unkno(wn, Nor weeld nor tlistle onl tlt soil h1ad gr owtn; \W1here beasts iln harmolln would mingling meet, And little lambs play near the tigers feet; IE'er yet tlhe flamilng swordl from hTeaveln was sent E'er vet crea ted mamn from Ed(1e wenst. ullt fainter grow the marlleCd streaklcs of light, With kindred signs of the approaching night, And leaden lines the brilliant scenes replace Till scarce a vestige of a beaml we trace; The colors fade an(d so-mblre shad1ows fall To screen the radiance with a darker pall, Now lost in cloud the stuns exhlausted ray IProelainms the finish of a tropic( day. Nighlt follows fast oil darkenlted spreading wi)ngl, O'er earth and sky her sable mantle flings, Contrastirng d(arknless with the former light, 2 10 The dense deep shadow of a tropic night; Yet thro' the labyrinth of bush and tree The dark expanse of vaulted sky we see; Where sparkling stars their brilliant orbs display Till dawning morn reveals another day. Tr) A CAGED LINNET, OBSERVED IN HONOLULU. Theme of poet, bird of song, Warbling in thy native tongue; Modest, homely, russet hue; Form familiar to my view. Clear and full thy native lay, Linnet yet; tho' far away, Distant fiom thy native land, Stranger on a foreign strand. Welcome strains that softly swell Hold me in enraptured spell; Unexpected joy to me, Nature's woodland melody. Cheerfully the moments fleet Whilst thy music flows so sweet, Bringing back the olden time Holy as a vesper chime. Notes that touch the tender string; Notes that finer feelings bring; Notes that memories recall; Sacred, dearest of them all. Linnet, wherefore dost thou stray? Why from home so far away? Think'st thou? were it not thy lay Freedom would be thine to-day. 11 THE KONA STORM. In fitful gusts the south wind fiercely blows, And dark'ning clouds scud thro' the stormy sky; The sun was red this morning when it rose, But now 'tis hid from every wistful eye. Old Ocean boils and casts his snow white crest To dash in fury on the coral shore; His billows bar the harbor, and his breast Heaves threat'ningly with grand and solemn roar. All Nature shrinks in terror at the blast, And war of elements by land and sea; The gloom still darkens while the rain fills fast, And birds take cover in a sheltering tree. The streets deserted, fill with muddy streams; The mountain torrents rush into the plain; The drivers hurry on their jaded teams, And haste for shelter from the wind and rain. All trade is stopped, and merchants hang the lip; While sadness presses with its gloomy form; Some think of friends in an expected ship; All thoughts are centered in the Kona Storm. TJnE following lines were written on the occasion of the planting by His Majesty of the top of Punchbowl Hill with young trees in the early part of 1875, and were at the time published in the " Islander ": ADDRESS OF PUNCIIBOWL HILL TO THE KINOG. A thousand thanks, Sire, for this work begun To shield my scalp from rays of torrid sun; A thousand thanks for good example set, 12 I'11 fondly smile on covered body yet; Long have I looked with dismal frown around, A naked eyesore towering from the ground; But with these trees now planted by a king i'll don the foliage of eternal Spring: ('rimly I stood a mountain of decay, A crumbling mass of rugged rock and clay; Yet oft I spoke in loudest tones to thee With loyal vollies from my battery: I've slept thro' centuries of calm and storm, When wind and rain assailed( my naked form; \-When floods dashed wildly down my sides so bleak And bore my soil off to the nearest creek; Now by command my top a park is made, Soon may thy people seek its cooling shade 'Io view aflr the varied landscape wide Frorm Oa.hu's hills to blue Pacific's tide: I'll feed with joy each tender sapling's root And yield the sap to each fiesh bursting shoot, r'ill clothed in green my thick'ning foliage high Shall wave its beauty in the tropic sky; 'Ilhe floods retained slhall permeate my sides, For trees may bring a mioisture that abides; Perhaps a fountain with a sparkling rill May issue from the flank of Punchbowl lill; An1 on my slopes where bleakness long hath been May mansions rise with noble groves between; While onl my walks may love and beauty stray To pass the leisure of a closing day: But Sire, enough; accept these thanks of miine. I yield the glory for the work is thine. 13 TrP plants oiln unchbowl Hill did not succeed( so wc( as wr::it first anticipated, andI this fact suggested the following poem: R1)R'1EA M O0F PUNCi B()WL I 1 1. I htad a drearm, a very pleasalt dre11am; A dream that like the dulcet tones of song Leaves music's echoes on the tuneful ear; A phantom picture which the brain unfolds Amiidst the darkest shadows of the night, A nd w\en ' tis one e tl image still remains 1i mCemory's clhallbers; or perchance impressed A mir~rored plicture stamped upon the mindl. * * * * * * I dreamred a. llarkl was pllanted on my hemad, A sylvan bIeauty clothed and cooled my brow While gorgeous flowers shed perfunme on the air.; Clear sparklilng fountains murmiured 'neath the trees And ldanced with joy reflecting silvery beams '[hat pla-yed upon their surlface; while gay bMirds O' briglht and golden plumage fluttered near And sang tlheir merry carols on the boughs: ThIe noonti(le heat was cooled by flood and shaide Where mountain winds came sighing thro' the le'aves Tlihat quivered gently with the breath of life; While fhr above hung as a canopy The vault of space, the soft blue tropic sky In which mroved cloudlets white as driven snow; No discord marred the happiness and peace Which mingled there; the scene itself repelled All rudleness as misplaced, all nature smiled )On gorgeous beauty, that might even tempt An angel from the clouds to tread Earth's soil, Where hi0 gh above the surface of the globe Remote from vice he'd still be near to Ieaven: The distant sound of ocean faintly heard 14 Mixed with the murmur of the fountain near; Lovers were seated in ambrosial bowers And told their tale in harmony and bliss Untrammeled by the cares of Earth beneath; For here was all that heart could yearn to have, Love, beauty, peace, and all the countless joys Of Nature's glory felt thro' sight and sound; Decay had not yet ventured to intrude HIer ghastly form upon the youthful groves All spring and life; the flowers and foliage fresh, The thick'ning growth but tempered light and heat: Sweet sounds of harmony amidst the groves Spread and re-echoed over bower and path, And lighted by celestial beams subdued Were all surroundings of my fairy dream: A vision of the night that glistened grand, But faded ere Aurora lit the East And spread her brightening beams upon my sight; The rich enchantment vanished fiom my gaze Like some gay pleasure that may charm a while Then fly and leave behind the bitter sting That pleasures oft do leave; but 'twas a dream, Only a dream that spread a phantom show, A nothing; harmless as the air above; Yet came a sadness resting on my heart, 1 missed the apparition and I sighed Tlo have it back;-for with the breaking dawn, And long before the monkey pod had spread Its tender leaves to greet the breath of morn; Before the early bee had sallied forth To taste the dewy sweets of opening flowers My phantom park was gone, and in its place Were stretched to view upon my barren slopes Large circling ruts and furrows on my pate That spoiled the even smoothness of my scalp; 15 The cattle browsed upon my withered turf As they had browsed of yore, and near at hand A rounded lumber skeleton enclosed Some tiny saplings drying in the sun And doomed to wither in the tropic heat: Ah what a contrast to my gorgeous dream Trhat thus dissolved to nothing save the wreck, And rubbish rotting on mine eminence. A LOCAL RII)DDLE). In Honolulu I am seen, Of mountains form a part; I'm also seated in the brain But never in the heart. You see me in the falling rain Tho' alien to the cloud; I dwell in stones, rest on the plain. And sound il thunder loud. I never dwell in stormy sea Yet form a part of sand; I'm never found in bush or tree But nestle in the hand. I form a part of ''Punchlbowl Ilill" And also "Diamond Iead'"; I shun alike all good and ill, The healtly sick and dead. I'm to be seen in fountain clear. But never in a brook; In taro bogs I don't appealr, Yet found in every nook.. It; I'm in tie nse, avoid the mnouth tl, In ears I've never been; 1 ' in the north, but not the south, Even in the wind I'm seen. 1US1. NS N- NUUANU ( EMET ElRY. H{ere rest the bones of young and old( Eml)ed.lded in thle graves dark hold;: A ta-le tlhlt often las been told Of deathl. Tlle bable that lived a sin igle day, Tile tiny child of Iprttling play (romi ptarelnt1 fond now slnatched lawav 1By (death. The boy arriveNd at sprilg' of life, rThe lhusband al-nd the wedded wife, None (can resist the ortial strife WXithl dealyth. Tlo' sollme t.litC e N wihose ho:arv ()oks Are grey withl age; resist lifes slhocks 'I1l1 a.t tleir d(loor the t:yrant knocks Yes! (lea.tlh. The livililg all their d1ooll may know, t'lle ric(l, tlle poor, the high, tle low: Th'lere is no p:,lace whlere they can go From de:atlI. 'I'ltese sealpt. red monuiments proc laim Tire bones beneath thad rank and ffamte, It matters not: all a're thle same In death. 17 How weak the strongest earthly tic That severs with the latest sigh, When dearest friends will close our eye In death. Perhaps a loved one resteth here Whose memory some may still revere, Aye! even drop at times a tear Oh! death. E'en friends may think at midnight hour Of that lone grave by yon green bower Wherein they placed that drooping flower With death. These marble slabs but mark the spot Where some are laid, perhaps forgot, Life's joys and cares they heed them not In death. Yet oft the living careless spend, In spite of all that's said or penned, Their days in mirth, but grief their end And death. THE following lines "to a mosquito" were suggested by tihe author, having a nocturnal encounter with one of those tormentiing insects in a Honolulu boarding House: TO A MOSQUITO. My vengeance on thee sleep destroying pest, Like some fell spirit must thou break my rest, And must I listen to thy hum so near; Thou imp of darkness, wherefore art thou here? 3 18 Why leave thy home in stagnant pool or swamp? Go take a warning, or I'll light my lamp, And hunt thee with a demon's vengeful hate, Nor can'st thou dodge me, for behold my net; E'en the' thou could'st get inward thro' the clout, I'm blest if you mosquitoes ere get out; And if upon my face thou dar'st alight, I'll smash thee long before that thou can'st bite. The insect sticks: I raise my vengeful paw And then let drive; I nearly broke my jaw But missed the wretch; which dodging in the dark May try again, when at the sucking mark While he is busy, I'll take surer aim And put a stop to that mosquito's game. A hole was in my curtain, and the pin Had fallen out; or how could he get in; For I was careful when I came to bed And drew the net with caution o'er my head, Yea, tucked the ends, and laid each varied fold As carefully as miser counts his gold I'm sure lie could not thro' the meshes crawl, As each aperture is so very small; Altho' he might screw up his legs and twist, And use his trunk as I might use my fist; Or writhe and wriggle till he burst his skin, Even then: his body never could get in. But here he is; and nearer still he comes, Up to my face maliciously he hums; Yet seems afraid; and hovers near my nose, Till with a sudden buz away he goes. 'Tis dark: I cannot see which way he went; But he must see; or can his sound or scent 19 Guide his keen instinct; for the spot he'll find, With aim unerring where he sets his mind. Ah! he returns; now let him stick a while, He'll suck but little, be it blood or bile; My itching temple feels him probe the skin, And send his dart a little way within; I raise my hand, now gently as I can; Extend my palm to give the largest span; Then take the chance, and give a sudden blow, 'Twas death: I killed him ere that he could know, Or feel the stroke by which his blood was shed; P)erhaps 'twas mine, the little that he bled. MORAL. How prone are we to murmur, rage and fret At little troubles that we soon forget; Alternately thro' life on us must rest, The woes and joys that stir the human breast; At times we shudder with the very thought Of fancied ills that end perchance in nought; And if a wound should break our tender skin, We utter oaths to quote would be a sin. HIow weak we are; how little self control Have we of passions centered in our soul; If but a touch should jar the quivering nerves, We rave far more than such a touch deserves; Unmindful, that the oft recurring pain Is soon removed to give us joys again; That we appreciate our joys the more, According to the ills we had before; Yet 'tis our nature, and our woe and weal, The more we're civilized the more we feel. 20 THE following lines are expressive of the thoughts of a "new:rrival" on the islands, during the first six months of his residence. and until he becomes accustomed to the reserved manners of tlh residlents. SOLILOQUY OF A NEW ARRIVAL. Like a lonely tree on an arid plain, Or a ship in the midst of danger, Far from the friends I may ne'er see again, I'm lost in the home of the stranger. Alone, and sad, in this isle of the sea; The rays of the sun are oppressive; The mirth that abounds is irksome to me; The tax on my purse is excessive. No furze on the mountain, no broom on the mead; Their bright yellow blossoms unfolding; No primrose or cowslip is seen in the wood, These beauties are past my beholding. No song of the thrush or linnet is heard In the grove or woodland resounding; No trusty friend here to say a kind word, In the strangeness always surrounding. Ii times that are past, the dawn of my day; In accents that first I heard spoken; Werie words that would cheer said in a kind way; My heart beat with joy at love's token. Now far away from these scenes of my youth, The scenes I shall ever remember; Weary and sad in this land of the South, I'm parch'd in the month of December. What is the friendship here to be met? But friendship that rests with the dollar; The language and ways I know them not yet, And the climate's decidedly solar. 21 Tho' the clouds gather there's brightness beyyondll A break in the darkness is spreading; Changes of Nature may shatter the bond That shadows the path I am treading. HOME NEWS. I've just received a letter from my friends Acknowledging my last; the writer sends The kind regards of all, especially Tom My dearest friend that still remains at home. I'm told the brooks run murmuring to the sea In the same channels where they used to be; The hills and valleys are unchanged; the fields The same old produce to the farmer yields; The cities and the towns are much the same In streets and buildings, monuments and fiame; The ruined castles as in days of old Their nightly ghosts and apparitions hold; The lark still carols in the Summer sky His lofty song of Nature's melody; The warbling linnet and the singing thrush Still tune their lay upon the thorny bush, The same as when I listened to their notes When woods were vocal by unnumbered throats; The speckled trout still rises from the flood That skirts the fields or parts the mazy wood; And decked with daisies still the grassy slopes Above the meadows bright with buttercaps; The furze and broom their golden tassels show In lonely commons where they long ago, Bore a mark'd feature in the landscape wild Where oft I've played and rambled when a child; 22 And mirthfully enjoyed the boyish game, Too glad to earn the youthful champion's name: The snows of Winter when the seasons change, O'er hill and vale their feathery masses range; Old Boreas rides upon his frosty wing, And chills the Earth until the dawn of Spring: Scarcely a change can I perceive to note That my friend mentions when these words he wrote: But hold! The letter says that " Fighting Bill " Was drowned one day while bathing near the mill; That " One eyed Bob " and " Racing Tom " are dead, That "Lanky Jack " and " Snub nosed Kate " are wed, While left forever have a number more To cast their lot upon a distant shore; Strange forms invade the cherished haunts of old, Strange faces stare, and stranger voices scold; Now dim the lustre of the olden time That shed its halo on that northern clime; Like solar beams that merge in lunar light That youthful day has sank to pallid night; No more the stream that laves the well known bed Sings joyous songs, but flows with accents dead; The flowers that once to me were gems so fair Have lost their grandeur since my feet roved there; The infants then, now men and women grown; Amazed I wonder how the years have flown, And side by side my former feelings range With those at present felt; so much the change That were I now to visit the old sod, To tread the paths I long ago have trod; I'd then regret that I so far had come To find but strangers in my early home: In fact this letter brings to me the hint That home, tho' home, has many changes in't; At present therefore I my mind make up, Where I have dined there also I shall sup. 23 DIAMOND HEAl). FoR the benefit of foreign readers we may state that this headland is situate a few miles from the entrance of Honolulu harbor, it has peaks of considerable elevation and serves as a landmark to mariners approaching the southwestern coast of the island of Oahu. Old Diamond Head; bold landmark at sea, Barren and dead, without bush or tree; Looming alone as it did of yore, Ages unknown on this tropic shore. Rugged and grey in the solar light, Crumbling away in Time's changing flight, Bearing on high its head o'er the waves, While under it lie dark fathomless caves. Whence fire and smoke in a by-gone age Burst above rock with volcanic rage, When lava streamed down its scoria side, And rushing steamed in the hissing tide. But now at rest in a tranquil sleep, With quiet breast it frowns on the deep, And grimly stands as it views the storm On sea beat sands near its sombre form. Relic of old, a mark of the past, HIoary and bold on the landscape cast; Ages untold shall view its grim steep Stretching its hold to brink of the deep. Children unborn shall play on its sides, Crumbling and worn by weather and tides, Till Earth a scroll at the last great day From pole to pole shall be folded away. 24 Tr TIlE HfAWAIIAN CALEDONIAN CLUB ON ITS ADVENT TO THESE ISLANDS. flail! tender sapling of the north, We greet thy welcome smile; MAay works of love, and deeds of worth, Long flourish in our isle. lMay never stranger seek tlhy shield Unworthy of thy aid; MaIy noble aims thy mission wield Onl men of ev'ry grade. Young flower transplanted from afar 'Tliat sprang from Scotias strand; May no rude blast thy blossom mar On titis HIwaiian land. long may thy tartan streamers wave And round our hearts entwine; ILong may the emblems of the brave IBrigq1 honor tas they shine. May Scotia's thistle ever spread1 Its leaves around thy stem; To guard thee with its thorn clad heald, And pu'rple diadem. 25 LINES SUGGESTED BY THE DEATH OF MR. ALEX. 1)OW, A YOUNG STRANGER WIhO DIED AT IIONOLULU 12TH MARCH, 1875, AND WAS BURIED TIlE SAME DAY IN NUUANU CEMETERY. Another bud has fallen fiom the tree, Another youth in Hawaiian grave to lie; From climes afar he came across the sea, Alas! he came, but only came to die. No kindred gathered near his dying bed; No one was there of early chosell friends; 'Twas strangers only heard him as he said Iis dying words when death the conflict ends. 'Twas strangers fanned his aching fevered brow; 'Twas straniger's watched his wan alnd sinking frame; Yet he had all that nursing could bestow, And all a mother's care except the name. Far from the land where first he drew life's breath; Far from the scenes of boyhood's happy years; While seeking health he found the hand of death, And died unknown, unwept by parents' tears. The strangers bore his dead remains away, And gathered sadly near his yawning grave; While none but strangers o'er his corpse did pray, And render unto dust the dust it gave. 26 EPITAPH ON TWO FRIENDS, Late residents of Honolulu who are buried together in the same grave in Nuuanu Cemetery; their names were Captain ALEXANDER ADAMS and Mr. ANDREW AULD. The following epitaph was written in the Scottish dialect by request of the children of both the deceased at whose joint expense the monument was erected. The original and the English versions are here given. (Original version.) Twa trusty freens baith firm an' true, For mony years their freenship grew; They cam thegether doon the hill, An' here they rest thegether still; Ae slab tae mark, ae grave tae hide Twa cronies sleepin side by side. (English version.) Two faithful friends both firm and true, For many years their friendship grew; They came together down the hill, And here they rest together still; One slab to mark, one grave to hide Two friends that sleep here side by side. ODE TO HAWAII NEI. Hawaii, Hawaii, Queen of the tropic sea, Smiling alone on the breast of the deep; Child of the Ocean wave, Grandly thy birth it gave, Spreading its waters thy freedom to keep. 27 Hawaii, Hawaii, Land of the koa tree, Land of the mountain fire, clime of the sun; Mildly the limpid deep Rolls on thy coral steep, Clear as the air of thy beautiful zone. Hawaii, Hawaii, Happy and ever free, No looming war-cloud can cause thy dismay; Want still avoideth thee, Plenty enshroudeth thee, Care never shadows the beams of thy day. Hawaii, Hawaii, Bright be thy destiny; Far from the fierce icy blasts of the pole: Gayly the noontide beams Gild thy effulgent dreams; Joy has its home in the depths of thy soul. Hawaii, Hawaii, Long may thy people be Pure as the sun-scud that floats to the sea; Progress be ever thine, Honor and worth entwine, Olive and laurel be emblems of thee. COTTEISTTSPAGE Iedication to His Majesty....................................... 2 Card of Thanks...................................................... 3 The Hawaiian Exile......................................... 3 Funeral of the late Major E. H. Boyd...................... 5 Oakum's Song....................................................... 6 A Tropical Sunset.................................................. 7 To a Caged Linnet.................................................. 10 The Kona Storm.................................................... 11 Address of Punchbowl Hill...................................... 11 Dream of Punchbowl Hill....................................... 13 A Local Riddle..................................................... 15 Musings in Nuuanu Cemetery................................... 16 To a Mosquito...................................................... 17 Soliloquy of a New Arrival...................................... 20 Home News........................................................... 21 Diamond HIead........................................ 23 To the Hawaiian Caledonian Club............................ 24 Death of Mr. Alex. 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