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that Hawaii is not nearly as black as it is painted. The climate is not 

 death to Europeans, the inhabitants are not a lot of blood-thirsty canni- 

 bals, and the country is not an arid desert. 



We reproduce two of the many beautiful illustrations contained in the 

 book, one being a valley scene, Hawaii, and the other a pineapple plan- 

 tation. 



BIRTHDAY VERSES. 



The following dainty little verses are so full of real merit and poetry 

 that we would feel selfish if we did not allow our readers to share them 

 with us. They were written and read by Mrs. - , on the occasion of 

 her little daughter's fifth birthday. The quaint custom of having light- 

 ed candles on the birthday cake to represent the years of life, was fol- 

 lowed on this occasion, and at the conclusion of each verse a candle was 

 extinguished: 



Dimpled hands and dainty feet, sudden laughs and cries, 



Sweet "Goo-goo's" and "Da-da-da's" dark and wondering eyes, 



Just a little baby girl whom loving arms must hold, 



Put the little candle out, baby's one year old. 



Now she chatters, every day, learns more words and more; 

 Can't you hear the little feet pattering on the floor? 



Tiny games must now be played, tiny stories told; 

 ' Blow the little candle out, baby's two years old. 



Here the little brown-bird comes, see how fast she flies ! 

 Hood and coat are all of brown, brown her merry eyes. 



Runs about in all the snow, doesn't mind the cold, 



Put the little candle out, baby's three years old. 



Little skirts grow shorter now, little head grows high; 

 When she isn't asking "What?" she's always asking "Why?" 



Musn't call her ''Baby" now, if you do she'll scold: 



Put the little candle out, she is four years old. 



Little kindergarten girl, merry songs and plays, 

 Work and love that runs through all, fill her happy days. 

 Put the little candle out, wish her joy untold, 

 Cut the cake for Patience now, she is five years old. 



