The Hawaiian gazette., 1873-12-31


ports, that We gladly award the preference:
PART I.
On ST. Stephens natal day,
lolani met to play;
Studies, work, and other trouble
Vanished; scattered like bubble;
all their books and other pelf,
The boys had put upon the shelf
There they sat in bright array,
Smiling, happy as May day,
Waiting for the laurel crowns,
IL shape of books aud dancing clowns.
First they heard with aspect meek,
Some with mischief on their eheek,)
A paper read, their schools report,
Telling how they'd fallen short
OF what they might with care have done,
OF what they'd lost, aud what they'd won,
or what great pains their teacher took
To make them love and learn their book.
Theu this trying nuisance over,
Each hoped, now, he'd be rover;
But mo- they had TO sing and speak,
Their voices sweet, but rather weak.
First a carol was trilled out,
Then fierce and warlike shout,
"Row, brothers, row. was sung right well,
The tenor's voice, clear as bell;
The bass, with pure and steady note,
Carolled from his swan.like throat.
Kaikainahaole stepped on high,
And, speaking with a sparkling eye,
Told of Moses, now be died
In solitude on Pisgah's side.
Another carol then they sang,
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But soon he told, with BsieH j0eOss,
or Boadicea, the bellicose.
The Madrigal was not so nice;
It lacked both energy and spice.
Hubert and Arthur" acted tamely,
For Arthur lisped and walked but lamely,
Hubert, more from fear than sorrow,
Saved poor Arthur for the morrow.
His legs, they shook, his lips, they quivered,
His frame, it seemed as though it shivered,
And when to take the iron he dared,
Far more than Arthur he looked scared.
Full blitbsome now glee they sang,
In tuneful measure out it rang.
Then Akiana, with great relief,
Told a tale Of his " First Grief"
So glad was he to have it out,
That when twas done be gave a shout
Noel, the joyous Christmas song,
Did not keep the list'ners long;
But soon was followed by tale,
That's often told yet meier grows stale.
1.-The Village Smith" with bawny arms,
Old aud young for ever charms.
HsIeaksla, little boy,
No bigger than his pretty toy,
Said the stars were "Twinklingn now,
So be made graceful bow.
And last Of all, with spirit fine,
All Joined in chorus Aud lang syne"
PART II.
Then wildly rushed the frantic boys,
Making such a fearful noise;
From the school-room out they poured,
And laughed, and danced, AID screamed, and
Now began in a trOpic cline, roared
What was renowned in Olden time,
On Isthmian shores when Greece was young
Her warriors fought aud poets sung.
How they wrestied, boxed and fought,
And the quot as truly caught,
As they leAped, and walked, aud ran,
Then, indeed, would every man
Have thought II was OIympian.
Three feet nine, not less one whit
Leaped high young Jones there; que tulit
FeciiQue sudsvit, alsit;'
AS Horace says Of that good "puer,"
Who wished to be mighty dOer.
This boy, whom / have said, was Jones,
At awful risk Of breaking bones,
Cleared space fourteen feet four,
With run and jump on Level floor,
Such jsrIing then be got,
Which burt his feet and made them hot.
Every race he ran he lost;
AlOuzo beat him without cost.
Ger hurdles, six in number, placed
In yards a hundred and thirty paced,
Tumbled twenty boys and more;
Oh such fun aud joyous roar,
As they missed them and rolled DER,
When they tried in air 10 soar.
Then the little boys did run,
Which was still far greater fun.
PIikoi was the famous man,
Two hundred and fifty Yards be ran.
Then fat race closed the day,
Which vas happy, bright and gay.