wore their red and yellow kehaes, or riding-suits.
There were twenty or more of them, and it seemed like a streak from a
rainbow as they flitted by.

The nearer we came to Diamond Head, the more forbidding it looked.
Nothing green is seen upon it; old decaying, crumbling lava extends from
its summit to its base. Beyond the volcano is a very ancient
burying-ground on the sea-shore, and as we rode over it, bones were
often seen. We completed the circuit of Diamond Head, riding a distance
of twelve miles in two hours, and returned quite refreshed by the
excursion.

I then bade adieu to my little horse, who had served me so faithfully
and well. He bore the name of "Shakspeare," though usually called by the
undignified title of Rat. Never did a little horse more deserve a
better name. But then, "What's in a name?"

On Sabbath afternoon, June 28th, Mr. Henry H. Parker, the son of a
missionary, was ordained pastor of the congregation worshiping in the
stone church. The services were very interesting to witness, but were
all in Hawaiian. We had become quite familiar with the native sentence,
"E pule kakou"--"Let us pray." The right hand of fellowship was given by
Rev. Mr. Kuaea, a native minister, and it was an affecting sight to see
those two young men, one white--the other dark-skinned,--clasp hands in
Christian fellowship.

The 30th of June I attended my last "candy-pull." This is a fashionable
amusement there. The candy is made from sugar, and is whiter and less
sticky than molasses.

Saturday, July 4th, opened in quite a patriotic manner with the firing
of thirteen cannon. At ten, we went to Fort Street church, and heard a
fine oration from the pastor, Rev. Mr. Corwin. The church was decorated
with flags. Over the pulpit was laid a very large and elegant American
flag,--a silken banner. It seemed like an American assembly on our
nation's birthday. Early in the afternoon we attended a picnic on the
grounds of Oahu College, Punahou. Those assembled sat in groups on the
grass, while our Declaration of Independence was read. Then they
adjourned to a long tent, under which were two tiers of tables,
abundantly laid with a tempting array of good things, while "the feast
of reason and flow of soul" were supplied by several patriotic speeches
and songs. Thirteen cannon were fired at noon and night, and fireworks
closed the evening. So you see how patriotic Americans are abroad.

July 5th was our last Sabbath in the islands.