The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1886-04-08

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progress with tender interest. The
men and women who had been their
pupils here, have made good record
in these Islands, the East, and else
where; very few have died, and very
few have failed to do well. She was
thankful to find so good genera
ton growing up. There were over
200 children in the families of their
old pupils which she had been able
to trace, besides other families of
which she had no account, and as q
rule the families formed a most esti-
mable portion of the communities
where they were located. She spoke
of her qualification in the improve
ments and additions to the College.
When she was instructor here the
natural sciences were her especial
department, and she and her pupils
had only the most meagre apparatus
and few books of reference. She
therefore rejoiced in the additions to
the library, and especially in Bishop
Hall with its fine appliances. She
congratulated the pupils, many of
them children of her own and her
husbands former pupils, upon the
excellent opportunities afforded them
in the College, and especially for the
fine corps of teachers, she said, the
entire community should be thank
full. 1t made her thankful to witness
the progress, in all respects, made in
the old home to which her heart so
fondly turned, and to be able to
greet, once more, the old friends of
the College before they passed away.
She would be glad to say more that
shefelt, and cordially invited any Of
her Island friends, when visiting the
Coast, to visit Mills Seminary and
College, that had now delightful
man at the head of it in the person
of DR.. Homer b. Sprague.
Prof. w. ID. Alexander, who was
the only associate teacher of Mr.. and
Mrs. Mills in Punahou present, was
called upon, and spoke of the ell
during character that worthy couple
had left to the institution. 1t was a
matter of pride with them that Mills
Seminary and College in California,
instituted by former conductors of
Punahou, were going forward on an
increasing scale of efficiency. He
hoped Mrs. Mills would be spared
to many more years of usefulness.
The Punahou Glee Club sang
with fine effect, "Away, away, the
morn is breaking"
Mrs. B. F. Dillingham; read the
following original poem, on, cold
Punahou," which was heartily APP
plauded:--
g l remember, remember
The house where l was born
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn"
First of mem ries true and tender
Told in this old fashioned rhyme
How our hearts with love remember
Earliest scenes in childhOods time.
How our spirits tremble, quicken,
AS the flood gates we swing wide,
How the hosts of mem ries thicken
AS we watch the rushing tide.
Childhood clasps the hand of school,
days
Cherished time in every life
When the mind is led by new ways
Into fields of thoughtful strife. =
Step by step the primer, reader,
Soon are left for deeper lore
Each one striving to be leader
AS new fields unfold before.
oh the glad sweet years that follow,
Every sense alive and keen,
Each day working. that the morrow
Richer treasures still may CLEAN.
Mans estate ut last o'ertaking,
Youth and schOoldays left behind,
Comes the earnest task of making
Life unfold to bless mankind.
Like the rushing, jostling river
Springng down the slOping land,
Every drop II constant giver
OF new life on every hand
Never hour to tarry, dreaming
OF what might be, could it choose
Life all real, not mere seeming,
All to seek, and naught to lose.
Thus the whirl of life absorbs us,
Crowds each day with care and thought;
OF our peace and quiet robs us
Fills our hands with tasks unsOught.
Oft times would we faint and falter,
And reshape our lives and ways,
But, thank God, we cannot alter
What his wisdom full displays.
All how restful midst the hurry
OF our every day affairs,
TO forget the work and worry
That so ages unawares,
And recall our youth and springtime,
Days and scenes remembered we'll
When we made all work and play chime
AS the ringer does his bells.
Happy hearts tonight are greeting
Treasured friend of long ago,
And the hour Is all too 1leeting,
For our spirits overflow.
With our joy is mingled sorrow
For the missing form beside
Death was only Gods Tomorrow
10 that good man when he died.
And the mem'ries which we waken
OF the years so swiftly flown
When our growing minds were taken
And with choicest seeds then sown,
Ever shrine in tend'rest feeling,
This most noble hOnored pair,
Every act their faith revealing,
Brave true hearts, to do and dare.