The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1876-12-09
THERE'S music in the signing of q reed;
There's music In the gushing Of q rill;
There's music In all things, if men had ears
This aarih IA hni nm nchn of The anheraa

Music in all things, if men had ears and it
is equally true that music undergoes changes, as
well as do mems ears for music. Half q century
ago, about the only music on these islands was
that played by Nature to her untutored children
the cadences of the rolling surf; the signing
of q reed; the gushing of q rill; the whisper
from the swaying of the shady groves. Civil
ization came to claim the islands, and brought
other music, which no doubt fell harsh and
grating upon the ears of those who had only
listened to the soft music of their own luxur-
liant forests, their rivers and waves. The rirg-
ing Of the Sabbath bells,-sweet music to the t rs
of Christian strangers,-had doubtless little or no
music for the native ear and to them the voices
of industry, the Gathering of wheels, and clang-
ing of hammers have even to this day no sound
of music, and do not stir a quicker beat of the
pulse, as is the case with the European or Amer
can who hears the putting and the scream of the
steam engine, the rattling, heaving and hammer
ing of maehinery-the music of enterprise, pro-
gress and wealth-the cradle-tunes Of q new
born nation. We confess that sometimes we
wend our way along Merchant street for the sake
of hearing the music of the foundry. The screech
of the whistle, the awful din produced by the
hammers of the boiler-makers, the harsh sounds
of the turning lathes or the rasping of flies, are
music to our ears,-the music of power creating
other powers whose echo is destined to send the
harmonic of civilization throughout the islands,
wherever ignorance, inaction and sloth have
heretofore reigned supreme in silent solitude.
Extending our walk towards the esplanade,
the music of the barrel-lactory greets our cars
music of a livelier m~easure-where the many
revolving saws as they divide the blocks of wood
length-wise or cross-wise give their different
notes, each however joining in the cheerful har-
mony of enterprise and highest activity Eve may
call it hurry, the very kind of music that if
timed into the measure of reel or horn pipe
would cause the passer-Py to involuntarily lift
his feet. In the rear Of the more noisy barrel
factory is the rice-mili, cumming its music and
whirlisg its machinery at dizzy speed, hulling
and winnowing and polishing our own Hawaiian
rice. 1t is a pleasing sight to see bag coming to
bag and barrel ranging itself alongside of barrel,
filed with the beautiful white rice, the product
of kalo-patches that have for so many years lain
unproduetive and useless.
The new mill is now IN full working order,
and to Judge from the samples shown, the rice
bids fair in point of cleanness, polish, and size
of grain, to rival the best samples that can be
produced in any part of the world. Mr.. Hopper
probably has, or will have, sufficient power en-
ployed to clean the whole ricecrop of the
islands. We hope that hereafter no one will be
SO Indifferent to the success and progress of the
country as to send paddy abroad to be cleaned,
while the work can be done here as cheaply, and,
as is asserted by those qualified to judge, better
than in other countries. The work of cleaning