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The man here written of will
be forty-two years of age next
June; height, 5 ft. 44 in.; weight,
130 pounds ; is married and has
four strong children. At the
close of his letter he writes:
"Winter is setting in here. The
rain has been unceasingly com-in"-
down for over two days. We
arc busy roping onions and shelling
beans and peas."
Up till eight years ago he was
a shoemaker and worked at ms
trade; since then, Air. Editor, it
may interest you to know he has
been farming on a very small
scale and oft-times finds himself
hard pressed. He is of the sort
Browning wrote of
One who never turned his back,
but marched breast forward
;
Never doubted clouds would
break ;
Never dreamed, though right
were worsted, wrong would
triumph,
Held, we fall to rise, are baffled,
to fight better,
Sleep to wake
Men like the one above written
of attest to the truth of words of
Hodges
In whatever measure the world
be sick,
From the ermined king to the
village clerk,
There is just one potion will
cure it quick
The magical potion of honest
work !
Charles F. Hart.
Honolulu, January 16, 1909.
If every business man, in these
Islands of Hawaii, would but mail
one single copy of Thrum's most
reliable and helpful Annual, to a
business man in the States, what
,a famous "Promotion Committee"
that would prove.
("We are 'mighty glad', as
Kentuckians say, that the editor
has reminded us of that really
vital point; for we can well afford
that, what will prove, fine
outlay.")
"CHINK."
The New Year's coming, Honey,
And we must save money;
'Twill be an odd change, Honey,
That time we save money;
But, O Honey, Honey, Honey,
There's nothing like money.
THE HONOLULU TIMES
'Twill be "odd change," I agree,
When money sticks to me,
And I shall stick to money.
Yet Honey, Honey, Honey
There's nothing like money,
No, no, nothing like money.
We are gwine to try, Honey,
We arc gwine to try,
Though the thought makes us
sigh,
That saving of money;
But Honey, Honey, Honey,
There's nothing good as money.
The world worships money,
Honey
(Worships money)
And it doesn't love you
That is, but very few
If you haven't that money;
O Hone', Honey, Honey,
It's sad indeed but true
There's nothing like money.
Now Honey we'll begin,
Soon as New Year comes in;
Plant every dollar that you can,
Toil hard and often as a man;
And at the end you'll say,
"I'm glad I minded Anne,"
Honey earn money,
Money save Honey.
Then the people will all see,
How clever we can be,
Because of our money
Honey, Honey, Honey,
Because of that "trash," money,
Dear Honey, Honey, Honey!
Anne M. Prcscott.
A -ft
MR. GLADSTONE'S "A
PRAYER FOR A FRIEND
OUT OF SIGHT."
"O God,. the God of the spirits
of all flesh, in whose embrace all
creatures live, in whatsoever
world or condition they be, I beseech
Thee for him whose name
and dwelling place and every
need Thou knowest; Lord,
vouchsafe him light and rest,
peace and refreshment, joy and
consolation in the companionship
of saints, in the presence of
Christ, in the ample folds of Thy
great love.
"Grant that his life (so troubled
here) may unfold itself in
Thy sight and find a sweet employment
in the spacious fields of
eternity. If he hath ever been
hurt or maimed by any unhappy
word or deed of mine, I pray Thee
of Thy great pity to heal and
store him, that he may serve
Thee without hindrance.
"Tell him, O Gracious Lord, if
it may be, how much I love him
and miss him and long to see him
again ; and if there be ways in
which lie may come to me as a
guide and guard, then grant me
a sense of his nearness as Thy
laws permit.
"If in aught I can minister to
his peace, be pleased of Thy love
let this be, and mercifully keep
me from every act which may
deprive me of the sight of him,
as our trial time is over, or mar
the fullness of our joy when the
end of the days hath come.
Amen !"
THE LUCK OF FOUR-LEAVED
CLOVER.
"You don't mean to tell me,"
said Uncle Jacob, looking horrified,
"that not one of you has
ever found a four-leaved clover?
Well, well, well!"
Bernicc and Rachel, the twins,
and Chrissy, the nine-year-old,
looked as ashamed as they felt.
Plainly, Uncle Jacob considered
it a serious thing never to have
found a four-leaved clover.
"I didn't know there was such
a thing as a four-leafed clover,"
said Chrissy, determined to make
a clean breast of it.
Uncle Jacob shook his head.
"I've always had my suspicious
about those city schools. What
do they teach, if they leave out
such important tilings? Of
course, if you've never even' heard
of four-leafed clovers you don't
know how there came to be four-leaved
clovers at all?"
No, they didn't; but they wanted
to learn.
"Well, at least, you know that
the queen of the fairies made all
the clovers?" said Uncle Jacob.
The twins and Chrissy didn't
really know that, cither; but they
kept silence ; they were not going
to display any more ignorance.
"One day she was making
clovers at a great rate, being an
industrious fairy; but somehow
or other she made a mistake in
counting, for when she finished
she had a whole clover-leaf left
over. She thought it would be a
terrible thing to waste it, being
an economical fairy. In the
