The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1864-10-01
Then and Now.

49,
of the Advertiser for the enclosed poem taken from
an old newspaper; 1t is not a stranger to our Ha-
waiian literature. as it was several years ago Sc
lected by and published in the then 4" government
organ.' - at the request of an ancient " Pub. Func.'
of this government. but whether he will now &C
knowledge his bantling. when times like these are so
plainly showing that what was then supposed TO be
purely an american passion, may find favor in other
ATTITUDES and lands. mot to say islands, remains to
be seen. If what Dame Rumor asserts in regard to
the designs Of certain Reformers towards the Stone
Church be true. it seems to me that this significant
little waif may be reproduced with appropriateness,
although lacking the august patronage which it en-
joyed on its frat appearance.
Some of the terms will of course have to be changed
by the reader to meet the new relations of the case;
and then. too. no one supposes that such vulgarly
9. carnal Weapons as six shooters and bowie knives
will be used by these gentlemen: oh no, are not these
the " ministers Of reconciliation ?" And why should
they? Is not this a land of law And with such
eminent legal talent as has been consecrated and con-
frmed to their service may we not be sure that all
the obligations of law will be sacredly observed D.?
And when By proper purgations and CONSIDERATIONS
the swines flesh abomination of american protestant
ism has been removed from that goodly temple, and
the obligations of the (new) gospel met and full
filed by q sprinkling of holy water, shall we not all
be able to see that fllibustering is after all a very
amiable thing, if only you have the right kind Of men
in it, and just enough of divine right
tossed into the trembling balance to turn it in the
right direction ? And will not our friend (kanaka)
instead of grinding his teeth, look on with de-
light and exclaim. "moi6ai."
Yours. SCRAP.
Ethic. OF IL.
Says Captain Robb to farmer Cobb.
Your farm ia very fine, sir,
Come, give me up the title deeds,
1 claim the farm as mine, SIR"
Says Cobb, " Pray, how can that be go,
I'm sure / never sold 1t,
Twas left me by my father, sir,
only ought to hold it."
Says Robb, 1.-THE march Of destiny
IT'S strange you don't perceive it
Is sure to make it mine some day,
1 solemnly believe it."
But have you not already got
More land than you can till, sir,
More rocks than you can ever blast,
More weeds than you can kill, sir"
AYE, Cobb, but something whispers me,
A sort Of inspiration,
That Iye 4 right to epery farm,
Not under cultivation
Pm Of the Anglo Saxon race, !
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But you, what right have you to land,
Who ever heard your name, SIR"
'Id deem you, Cobb, a Id-y tout,
Poor, trodden-down and blnd, sir,
And if 1 take your useless land,
You ought to think it kind, sir;
And with my scientific skill,
set it down as true, sir,
That | can gather from the farm,
Full twice as much as you, sir.
To be explicit, tits an age
OF freedom and progression,
No longer dog-in-manger like, n
Can you retain possession.
The farm you long since forfeited,
Because you failed to till it,
To me 1t clearly now bel ng<,
Simply because I nil IL.
My logic il you disapprove,
Or fail Of comprehending,
Or do not feel convinced that I
Your welfare am intending,
Ive plenty more Of arguments l.
To which 1 can resort, sir,
Six-shooters, rifles, bowie-kDives,
viii indicate the sort, sir.
So pr'yrhee, Cobb, take my advice. /
Make over your domain, sir, ,
Or, sure as 1 am Captain Robb,
viii 1 blow out your brains. sir"
Poor Cobb can only grind his teeth,
And grumble protestations,
That might should be the rule of right,
Among enlightened nations. l