Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1896-04-15
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a short saturday sermon.
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BY ANNE NJ. PRESCOTT.

| storm on tn eSe Islands that after
ten days standing seemed so re-
luctant to break up as this one,
which came with the increase of
the moon, the latter part of March,
1896.
In any one of these very long,
tiresome storms the sky, the
clouds, the winds and atmosphere
generally seem to get demora-
lized and reckless, and winds and
rains rush in from every quarter
and all together kind of fami-
ly row with all sorts of uncanny
| accomplishments. 1t, really, has
been one of mother natures most
earnest and lively watery and
windy moods.
We would be all ready for our
treat of a tramp, for the gulches
now are in all their glory of color
and dye; indeed, nothing can be
more entirely super-magni-
ficent than the panorama
of North Kohala today. We
would just be all ready we repeat,
when in, seemingly, the most
spiteful and vicious manner and
with, doubtless, malice afore-
thought, the until then obviously
serene sky would, with some magic
sleight of hand, we could not un-
derstand, toss a few clouds over
the sun, hurry and scurry about,
and hustle up a few more from
the east, beckon to the north and
west to whistle in stiff breeze,
all the white caps of the sea would
as suddenly unfold as corn in a
hot pepper, and down would come
the local little flood, with no mis-
carriage, and soak every leaf on
the trees.
Is it any wonder that all the
planters are keeping high festival
in their halls and homes today,
and every day in the seven? But,
let them not forget at this Easter
tide, in their round of merry-mak-
ing-in their song and dance and
in their good cheer, the hand that
gives them power to get wealth:
Lest when thou hast eaten and
art full, and hast built goodly
houses, and dwelt therein; and
when thy herds and thy focks
multiply, and thy silver and thy
gold is multiplied, and all that thou
hast is multiplied; then thine heart
be lifted up, and thou forget the
Lord thy God, which brought thee
forth out of the land of Egypt,
from the house of bondage; who
fed thee in the wilderness with
mamma, which thy fathers knew
not, and thou say in thine heart,
My power and the might of mine
hand hath gotten me this wealth."
Yes, Easter-tide, like Christmas,
as we all know, is one very good
time to pay Heaven our old scores,
and to set our house in order.
But there are many other kinds
of storms agitating, today, this
planet on which we live and die,
and over which we can travel but
once doing good or doing evil,
working out our salvation, eternal,
or our-dampation, besides those
of Natures brewing, in this year
of our Lord 1896.
And first, and foremost and up
permost, spread out on that map,
and in the sad hearts and thoughts
of every Christian man and wo-
man, this enlightened world over,
is the horror of Armenia; and
CHASTITY and terrible is the picture.
Let us stop and say prayer to
the God of the oppressed and the
down-trodden Christians of Arme-
mia. We need not 60 into the de-
tails, you have all read what it is
in the power of that Moslem, that
Crescent to do! Why does not
that "wise and understanding
nation" England, with giant at
its head second, likely, to none,
make war instantly?
1t is a very easy problem today
to tell where there is enough pro-
vocation we can count readily,
where and with whom war should
at once begin; but where, having
once. begun. it would end, is an
arithmetic and a mental calcula-
ton that not even a Gladstone nor
a Salisbury with generations, an
cestors numberless, of wisdom
back of them, could compass or
conceive. No. Make haste, to
make war, slowly, o ye diplomats
of the worlds destiny!