The San Francisco call., 1898-11-27

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 an atmosphere of fallen gran deur. She has lost her scepter, crowr and lands, but she has inherited that from her blue blooded ancestors oi which no republic could rob her. Self respect clothes her as with garment No note of complaint can be detected in the well-chosen, musically toned Eng fish phrases that fall from her lips Albeit surrounded by small circle of ardent sympathizers, to whom her con- fdences would be sacred she has no bitter word for those who have so cruelty injured her. Even of the suf- fering American soldiery thrust upon her fair land she only speaks with the tender pity of a great heart. She has gone through the training school Of suffering to learn the divine lesson of forgiveness and looks upon the harsh present with the large-eyed glance of one who has a glorious past to gaze upon. It is that past which invests her with her sanctity of fallen grandeur; It's ghosts hang around her with an in tangible glory. They place an invisible crown upon her brow, they drape an invisible mantle of royalty upon her shoulders, and her small brown hand
 
 which death alone shall rob her. Calm, stately and retrospective, in a little room of big San Francisco hotel. she recalls noble chatelaine of the old re- gime unshaken by the tumult of the Reign of Terror, with naught but high born pity on her prosecutors.
 But behind the Chatelaine the woman shelters; and the crushed, insulted wo- man, keenly alive to personal sympa- thy, reveals herself in the suddenly dimmed eyes, in the mobile, quiVering lips, as her slight tapering hand is kissed with that reverence which is more instinctive toward royalty fallen than royalty triumphant.
 LiliuCkalani, Queen in heart and in her nations love, has one Queenly mis- sion left which she seeks to fulfill. De- barred from helping her people, she strives to keep alive the national spirit by preserving the national traditions. Poet, musician and historian, she no longer pOurS out the bitterness of her soul in verse, neither does she let her pen run on subjects which might pro- yoke dissensiOn, but her musical gift remains and she deVOtes it to the cause of national song. The long g-drawn-Out, plaintive, monOtonOus airs in which Hawaii has for generations given utter ance to it's joys and sorrows, are not easy to convey in musical notation; even professional composers are apt to look upon the attempt as hopeless. But that from which the professional for eigner has shTunk the native Queen has accomplished.
 T think I have succeeded at last" she says, with a gratiffed smile. T have even been able to interpret those prolonged semi-quavers which seemed so baff1ing, and the results are soon to be published"
 thing for the nation"
 T do not know whether l have done anything at all for my nation," she answers wistfully. The younger gen. eration seem to be growing up without care for these things; they even con- ceal their knowledge of them. Foreign influence? Yes, l daresdy it is for eign influence that teaches them to look upon national customs as barbaric. But l am glad to have preserved some of our national characteristics for pos terity."
 But" queries a doubting listener, will foreigners be able to render that music from nOtation?"
 There is a sudden flash in the soft. brown eyes and a perceptible sarcasm in the melodious voice which answers softly:
 They can try"
 Probably Her Majesty has heard My Honolulu Lady" whistled under the
  tors chaunts.
 Yet is the Queen no narrow conser- vative; where change is SYNONYMOUS with progress she welcomes change. Nay, I do not regret our grass houses,' she says in allusion to the substitution of weatherboards for the simple native huts. ''The time for them has gone, a foreign population and trade have introduced new condi- tions, new insects, which demand new precautions
 New insects, your Majesty?"
 Undoubtedly; timber, hay and other forei~n products have introduced un- pleasant visitors, from which we suf- fer in many ways"
 . Then we learn that even the rose, wont to grow so luxuriously in Hawaii, has succumbed to the invasion of the Japanese gray beetle, which attacks in- sidiously at night. Whenever you now see a Hawaiian garden adorned with the nightingale'S flower you may be sure that careful gardener draws, at nightfall, sa mosquito curtain round each plant. as a protection from the foe. But there be other destroyers from which no mosquito netting can guard.
 How do the American soldiers get on with the natives?" l saked.
 Very well, indeed" answers the T0"'an who has scant reason for lov- ing Americ-l soldiers. The natives opened their houses and made them welcome; but those poor men were so hungry; oh, dear, they were all so very hungry they could never have enough. and so thev took every fruit they saw: the fruit trees are now bare"
 They trespassed on private prop erty? ~
 Wherever there was a yard with even one cocoanut tree they swarmed up and stripped it of fruit; they left
 
 And that vas allowed?"
 1t was not allowed" said the Queen with her quiet smile, but 1t was done. How could it be helped? Those poor men were so hungry. And then they Q 9 co o00o Q 6 @ c ooooal