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of warm affections and generous natures spent unpaid upon selfish, sterile hearts. So, I would rather say, it is the way of benignant nature to show the affluence of her resources, to reveal the might and glory of a creative, wonder-working God.
"She has a world of ready wealth,
No one who has been through the barren parts of Hawaii, or East Maui, can fail to have noticed this beautiful shrub; how, as by elective affinity, it chooses those unwatered, desolate tracts of lava, where there is not a green thing else to sympathize with it, or be its rival. There have I often observed it cheerfully exhaling its odors and hues, not unheeded by God and his angels, though unnoticed of men. Even like a retiring, virtuous woman—
"Wisely she shuns the broad way and the green,
A half hour of such travel, as slow as it could be and yet be called motion, brought me in sight of silvery kukuis and the oak-green bread-fruit tree, with its eight-lobed leaves and golden fruit. At half past ten I reached a beautiful table-land, where, by the lapse of MAN FROM MAINE VS. ROMISH PRIEST. 37
time and the action of frequent rains, the lava has become disintegrated, and covered over with a prolific soil. The sight of the plain of ocean, noiseless in the distance, whitened here, and there by the sail of a fishing-canoe, and extending off in its azure glory, till it seemed to rise up into an eminence high as that I was riding upon, was very beautiful.
I stopped a while to rest at the place of a man from Maine, who was discharged here from a ship in 1811, and entered into the service of Kamehameha, who gave him his lands. In the evening of his days he has become a member of the church. When under discipline, a few years ago, for intoxication, he was addressed by a Romish priest at Kailua: "The missionaries have turned you out of the church for drinking, have they?" "Yes," he replied.- "I deserved it; for I could not go to the table of the Lord defiled with sin."
The Jesuit rejoined, "You have committed no crime. God is willing we should enjoy ourselves, and what is the harm of drinking a little brandy? God will forgive you. These missionaries are keeping you in fetters and superstition. I wish to see you at liberty and enjoy yourself. If you will only join my church, I will pledge my honor that you shall never be turned out." Disgusted with such a gross attempt to flatter and seduce him, the man retorted, somewhat warmly, "Yes; and I suppose the devil would not turn me out of hell, if he got me there!" He is now restored, and is living in good standing with the native church.
Coffee is being extensively cultivated by this man and his son-in-law. The tree, laden with fruit and ruffled leaves, its branches proceeding from the trunk horizontally, and filled out to the end with red coffee-berries, looking very much, when ripe, like the cranberry, is a very beautiful specimen of tropical vegetation, deserving to be cultivated for its looks alone. The tree here is said to be from twenty months to three years in attaining its maturity. It will then bear, I am told, two crops a year for twenty years. It is usually cut off at the top when about five and a half or six feet high, and will then produce about a peck of berries at a time, or ten pounds of dried coffee annually, which sells here for two reals or more a pound.
After a delay at this plantation of a couple of hours, I proceeded hither by a path shaded with ohias, breadfruit, and kukuis. Long before reaching it, the missionary establishment hove in sight, with its thatched roofs and whitened walls, and an air of taste and cultivation giving just promise of hospitality, intelligence, and piety. My guide and baggage-carrier had reached here before, so that I found a room and entertainment ready, with' a missionary's cordial welcome to it. Would that every Christian wayfarer could find wheree'er he wanders, for health or to do God's will, hospitality as grateful and cheering!
There is a passage in "Colman's Christian Antiquities," in regard to the hospitality of primitive Christians, which I have often read with pleasure, and will quote here, because it is so happily paralleled in what PBmrrrvE Christian Hospitality. 39
I-am now experiencing among missionaries: "The followers of Christ, how widely soever they were scattered throughout the world, were then united as one great family, and agreeing, as they did, in the happiness and spirit of concord, to regard any local varieties of custom as matters of indifference, kept up a constant and friendly correspondence with all the branches of the Church universal; so that, whenever any of them went abroad, either on their own private affairs, or on missions connected with the state and progress of religion, they were received with open arms by the Christians of the place as brethren.
"Go under whatever name they might, and travel to remotest places, among people of foreign manners and an unknown tongue, the pilgrims of the faith were sure, wherever they met with a Christian, to find a friend, whose house would be thrown open for their reception, whose table would be spread for their entertainment, and who would welcome them with a warmer heart and a kindlier smile, than they were often met with by their kinsmen and acquaintances at home. They were treated by the family that received them as one of themselves, had their feet washed by the wife on their first arrival, and at their departure were anxiously and tenderly committed to the divine care, in a prayer by the master of the house."
On the other side of this Bay of Kealakekua, and off to the south, is the celebrated old Puhonua or Hawaiian city of refuge, at Honaunau, the ancient residence of kings, where Kalaimoku, he that was afterwards called v.
the Iron Cable of Hawaii, fled for refuge after the sanguinary battle that made Kamehameha the Great sovereign of the whole island. I say celebrated, because this and one of the same kind in Waipio, Kohala, are the only sanctuaries of the hind ever known to have existed among pagans; and this has been frequently spoken of by missionaries as a unique object among the ruins of Paganism, to be contemplated with unusual interest.
When Ellis visited it in the year 1824, there was standing within it a house called the House of Keawe, which would seem to have been to Hawaii what Iona was to Scotland—a sacred depository of the bones of departed kings and princes, probably first erected for the custody of his remains whose name it bore, a king that reigned in Hawaii about eight generations back. By pushing one of the boards across the doorway a little on one side, Mr. Ellis says they could look in and see many large images, some of wood very much carved, others of red feathers, with wide-distended mouths, large rows of sharks' teeth, and glaring pearlshell eyes. They also saw several bundles apparently of human bones, cleaned, carefully tied up with cinet made of cocoanut fibres, and placed in different parts of the house, together with some rich shawls and other valuable articles, probably worn by those to whom the bones belonged, as the wearing apparel and other personal property of the chiefs is generally buried with them.
On the outside of the inclosure there were rudely