waiians will probably exemplify the correctness of this position.

Steering more southerly along the coast of the district of Hilo during the evening, at midnight we doubled Makakanaloa Point, and again changed our course to the south-southwest, passing up Waiakea Bay, in extent from the point above named on the north, to Leleiwi Point on the south, twelve miles, and from the line of these points on the east to the head of the bay westwardly, eight miles. It was to this bay, known and called by the celebrated Vancouver, as by the natives before him, Waiakea-broad water—that the less appropriate personal name of the English navigator Capt. Byron was given, on the occasion of his subsequent visit to it in the British frigate "Blonde." This is a cheap custom of transmitting one's name, in the absence of any deed deserving remembrance; and many a humble headland, hill, and rivulet would be "more honored in the breach than in the observance" of it, especially by English and American explorers, who have a ridiculous fancy thus to apply their unmeaning "harsh, hissing, grunting, guttural" cognomens, even to the suppression often of native appellations, both expressive and euphonious.

A submerged coral reef extends from Cocoanut Island on the south, to within half a mile of the north side of the bay, leaving a passage of that width for vessels of the greatest draught; and there is within the reef a harbor of one and a quarter by two miles in extent, in which ships of any size may ride at anchor in perfect security. On the west side of this harbor stands the town of Hilo, and on the south the little village of Waiakea, a crescentic beach bordering and lying between them, on which the breaking surf looks in the distance like a fringe of frosted silver.

The quaint-looking thatched houses, with others more modern and of tasteful design, having ample grounds and gardens, rise above each other on an inclined plane on which Hilo stands, embowered in tropical shrubbery and trees. Among the latter are the broad-leaved banana and the deep-shaded bread-fruit, above which the tall cocoanut waves its graceful branches, welcoming, as I looked on the beautiful picture, the first coming of

the sweet sea-breeze of the morning, whose genial breath cheered the chilled bud, and gave brighter bloom to the blossom, rudely shaken by the cool night wind from the mountains. Hilo is the gem of Hawaii, and sublime is the surrounding in which it is set, when at early dawn the coming voyager looks above and beyond it, his eye resting on the majestic Mauna Kea, thirty-five miles to the north of west, raising upward, 13,953 feet, its bold turrets defiant of storm, and its proud pinnacles seeming to pierce the lightning's dwelling-place. And when, turning to the south of west, he beholds the surpassing dome of Mauna Loa, sixty miles distant, and having a base diameter of like extent, rising in grandeur to a height of 13,760 feet, illumined by the coming sun yet below the horizon; while hills and valleys are unrolled beneath, clad in verdure of darker and richer hue, from the shadow in which they still repose.

It stands,

A mighty mount-transcendently sublime.
The very sun, as though he worshipp'd there,

In homage lingers on its dome of snow,
Gilding the radiant roof as if with gold;

And through its strangely column'd corridors,
And o'er its vast volcanic capitals,

Shedding the glory of his tropic beams.

An everlasting temple, thus it seems,

Lifted above the shadowy earth, that spreads

Before its still unfinished porticoes

An emerald carpet for its worshippers.

And long and clear will also remain the remembrance of Mauna Kea's surpassing majesty, when, shortly after the sun had risen above the sea, gathering clouds from the northeast came rolling by, and the grand old mountain in stately sovereignty folded them as a mantle about his brawny shoulders, and lifted his cold brow above, bound with snow and ice, that gleamed in the golden sunlight like a burnished coronet.

From witnessing the grandeur of creation, to thoughts of the Power of the Creator, is a natural transition; and from emotions incident to a human appreciation of these, I was startled by the summons to go ashore. Passing from the anchorage to

the beach in a shore-boat, I was borne through the surf on a native's shoulders, the Hawaiian Government having left Hilo without wharf or mole; and the town not yet tolerating a hotel as a practical reflection on its hospitality, I was taken in charge by Captain T. Spencer, an American resident, on whose generosity I can safely trust for pardon for this mention of him ;*and who is the impersonation of outspoken opinion, commercial enterprise, and belief in the "manifest destiny" of a country he will not forswear for local advantages of Hawaiian allegiance, as some Americans have done of more noisy and intolerant patriotism.