The Hawaiian gazette., 1889-04-30

men and boys are employed through
the day, with pans, scrapers and
brushes, removing all rubbish and
litter that gathers. The skill and
fearlessness with which they thread
their way among the crowd of vehi-
cles constantly surging both ways
are wonderful, and the results of
their care keep the streets constantly
clean and wholesome.
The institutions for the insane are
all called "Bedlam." Yonder is a
sign beside door Pains surgery"
We believe it. Here comes a funny
little cart drawn by gray donkey.
The side of the cart announces
"Blake's dairy limited" And so it
is, for the cart contains but one can of
milk. And now the children are all
laughing. What are those grotesque
creatures walking down the street
dressed in suits of close fitting
scarlet, and long pointed hoods on
their heads? Are they escaped luna
tics2 And here are more in suits of
many colors, and some Of them have
large boards hung about their necks.
One hanging down in front. and one
behind: are the days of torture being
revived? No. those are walking
advertisements. There will be five
or seven in a procession a little dis
tance apart. and every other one will
bear the placards, while the others
only wear the uniform 1t is only a
dodge to attract attention to the
matters advertised on the boards,
and so every day in different parts
Of the city, hundreds Of men walk
about. subject to the freaks of fancy
of their employers. Competition in
every line Of business Is so sharp,
that many wonderful devices have
been invented to turn an honest
penny. Newsboys cry the papers
all day long on the corners of the
street, and some Of the little feI-
lows are not much higher than your
knee. Women and girls sell fruit,
and crack nuts beside the road, and
peddlers offer you all sorts of novel
ties from the trays suspended from
their necks. Time fails US to take
you to some Of the spectacular and
dramatic exhibitions. or to the deli
cious orchestral and vocal concerts
at Covent Garden. Neither can we go
to hear Geo. Macdonald lecture
again on the Ancient Mariner" or
Miss Finklestein on the Holy
Land" All good things have an
end. but memory is an exception.
We must tell you a good thing We
heard the other night. j young
American gentleman had been visit
ing this country, and was thorough
" imbued with all its charms. On
his return to America. the girl he
left behind him SAID: DO you love
me as much as you did before you
went away2" The enthusiastic lover
replied, Indeed l do. you are dearer
than ever, and in reality, you are as
lovely 30 me, as q beautiful ivy
grown dear old ruin..."
Three long months have we taIried
in this city. The summer has been
bright and brief. The chill breath
OF autumn is in the air Fires burn
upon the hearth to soften the rigor
Of the days. In many places varied
tints are creeping into the hedge
rows and woods beyond, and showers
Of leaves are falling from the trees.
Can it be that the summer is ended
and the harvest is past? That the
buds we saw burst into full leaf a
few months ago have lived their
lives and fulfilled their destiny?
What wonderful object lesson is
enacted every year-sQrely all who
run may read. True to the instincts
Of nature, all the tropic birds from
the sunlit isles in the Pacific that
have been summering in London,
have plumed their wings and sought |
their native skies again. We only !
5arry, counting the days that shall |
pass ere leaving the fog and smoke |
and gloom of this land that is
stepped in all things ancient and in
and crossing seas and land |
We once more enter the fair city !
whose sweetest charm is-home.