﻿KA HELU IN THE SANDWICH ISLANDS. 



" The flowers are drooping, down in the glen, 



And long to see me appear ; 

 They hang their heads on their withering stalks, 

 While I am loitering here. 



" And I turn the mill, at the foot of the hill, 



Brimfull of frolic and glee ; 

 Then how can I stay ? I must hurry away, 

 For the miller is waiting for me. 



" The flocks and the herds, and the beautiful birds, 



Bend to my sparkling tide ; 

 And, darting about, the sly little trout 

 Beneath my waters glide. 



" Good by, little girl, I have tarried too long, 



To chat with a child like you ; 

 I must run to the sea, full of frolic and glee, 

 You see I have something to do." 



271 



"Ka Helu," in the Sandwich Islands. 



By the kindness of some friends, whose hospitality we have cause 

 long to remember, we are permitted to look over and make some 

 extracts from, what to us is a very novel affair, nothing less than 

 our old familiar Colburn's Arithmetic translated into the most 

 unmeaning gibberish we have ever yet had the fortune to set eyes 

 on. It is neither Latin nor Greek, but the tongue of the Sandwich 

 Islanders. Wonder how long you boys and girls would be in " get- 

 ting to the head," if your promotion depended upon answering such 

 questions : 



" Ua kuai kekahi kanaka i wahi kaa, he 17 dala, uku aku la hoi 

 ia 9 dala no ka hau hou ana, a kuai hou aku la ia iua kaa la i ua 

 dala he 23, chia na dala i poho ? " 



There, that's about as plain as " dots and marks !" Here is our 

 good, respectable English for it. 



" A man bought a sleigh for seventeen dollars, and gave nine dol- 

 lars to have it repaired and painted ; and then sold it for twenty- 

 three dollars ; how much did he lose by the bargain ?" 



