mutual love, confidence and respect, enabled the Hawaiian government amid scenes of great discord and threatened anarchy, to hold on its even way through the troubled seven years of the Provisional Government and of the Hawaiian Republic, till the group was received under the sheltering wings of the Great Republic. Our fathers builded better than they knew. Trusting in God they faltered not. Their brightest visions, their mort careful observations of the dusty, barren plain which stretched from Honolulu to the green oasis of Punahou spring, would never have pictured the emerald gardens, the peaceful Christian homes, the playing fountains, the velvet grass, beautiful flowers and rich fruit that fills all the plain. The wealth of water that underlies our city had been revealed to no human being. Franklin's kite had touched the lightning of the sky, but no Edison had then harnessed electricity to wheels. The patient donkey, the slow crawling, faithful missionary horse was all they knew of rapid tran sit. Today we look out upon a new world of which they knew not. And what is the lesson for us? We are as ignorant of what eighty-five years may bring to us, and our posterity, as were they. The men of the year 2000 will look back to the simplicity and innocent ignorance of the men of 1905. Blessed shall we be if we possess the heroic devotion, the unselfish purpose, and the abiding faith of that generation of Christian workers; the faith to sow the the sheaves in the ripening of our seed sowing in the world yet to be. Like Magellan we boldly enter the unknown, uncharted, mighty Pacific Ocean of the future. Like those who drew buckets of water to sustain the drooping life, we shall find the everlasting flowing artesian fountains of the deeper eternal life. Then may it be said of us, as we can truly say of our fathers and mothers These are they who, "Through faith subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions," and received their dead raised to spiritual life. 66 MEMORIAL ODE. The next number on the program was an ode written in honor of the Rev. Hiram Bingham, in Boston, February, 1845, by the poet William Bingham Tappan, author of the beautiful hymns "There is an Hour of Peaceful Rest," and 'Tis Midnight," and "On Olive's Brow," which stand Nos. 12 and 13 respectively in the printed list of the fifty best American hymns as decided by popular vote. The ode is as follows: Pyramids of gorgeous story, Carve we to the conqueror's name, Who on fields of gore and glory Builds his own and country's fame. Charlemagne and Bonaparte― Coals that fire ambition's heart! Yet, thou Missionary Toiler, seed and leave the rest to the Reaper. Than the throne of any spoiler We may know as little as did our fathers of the purposes of the Lord of the harvest. Mighty problems unsolved lie all about us, problems as great and as interesting as met our fathers when they drew to these coral bound shores. Like them we labor on as seeing the invisible, we shall like them gather in Who has cast a kingdom down: Stands thy pyramid where ocean Shadowing the sultry zone Wears the night--Earth's glory surely Might my morning break with thee. referred to by investigators of a day, was no figure of speech in the twenties and thirties and forties in Hawaii. It was a concrete fact. From $250 to $400 was the annual allowance to feed and clothe a man, his wife and the numerous babies who successively enlivened the home with delightful but sometimes discouraging regularity. Whole families of missionary children were raised on sweet potatoes ADDRESS OF LORRIN A. THURS- and goat's milk. Flour was a tidbit TON. Lorrin A. Thurston, Esq., a grandson of Father Bingham's co-worker, Rev. Asa Thurston, followed with an address about missionary experiences. Mr. Thurston spoke as follows: Some men are remembered for what they have said; others for what they have done. What Hiram Bingham said, has already passed from the memory of all but a few. What he did, will stand as a monument to his memory as long as old Rock Hill stands sentinel over the scene of his work. which generally had to be broken up with a hammer, and sifted to separate it from live stock before it was used. Beef was a rare dainty of the rugged variety known to sailors as "salt horse," and the family sat in the yard to avoid the fumes while it was being cooked. Journeys were made on foot over rough and rocky foot trails for no other roads existed. Voyages between the islands were made in canoes or sloops and schooners so small and of such poor construction that it took days and even weeks to get from one island to the other; and these were so crowded with people, pigs and dogs that there was scarce room to lie down on deck. The cabins were unspeakable caverns, the home of crawling and jumping and flying things, and blackened with the fumes of bilge water and rank tobacco. These are a few of the high lights in the lives of the early Hawaiian missionaries. while what were they doing? They were doing practically everything that makes a difference between morality and immorality; between savagery and civilization; lawlessness and law; ignorance and knowledge; between paganism and Christianity. They created a moral standard among people who had known no morals but their own sensuous inclinations; they created laws for the protection of private rights and property, where the unrestrained will of the King and high chief had been the only authority; they created sneeringly a written language, translated the of The simple rock which we are today dedicating to his memory-a rock gathered from the fields which he gave to Punahou-is typical of the man whom it commemorates and of the other men and women who consecrated themselves to the service of God and their fellow-men, in the days when Hawaii was literally at the ends of the earth; when the only means travel and communication were by the chance whaler or the tramp trader, around Cape Horn; when mails came but once or twice a year; when Honolulu was a treeless, waterless, dusty village of grass houses, inhabited by breach-clouted savages who had never seen a white woman and scarcely seen a white man whose morals were not worse than their own, if such a thing were possible. The "luxuriant living of the sionaries" which we hear mis Mean 41 scriptures, published school books, laws, newspapers; taught the people to read, to write, to build, to dress, to work; they preached and prayed and taught and worked incessantly, and, more effective than all, they lived their profession. They did not give money, for they had no money to give; but they gave themselves to the cause to which they had dedicated their lives. Indicative of this oneness of purpose, is the fact that when chief Boki, in appreciation of the public services of Hiram Bingham, gave him the land of Punahou, the latter instead of keeping it for himself and his heirs, as he was entitled to do, dedicated it, without reserve, for all time, to the cause of Christian education in Hawaii. "Greater love hath no man than this, that he give his life for his friends," saith the scripture. Greater love than this had Hiram Bingham, for he gave his life for those who were not his friends, and his substance to those who were unborn. "It is not enough to believe in God. One must believe in man, in humanity and its future," says Charles Wagner. Hiram Bingham believed in God, in man and in humanity and he lived and acted his beliefs. We cannot do what he did. "Our ways are not his ways, but the journey's end remains in truth the same.' Hiram Bingham laid a foundation as solid as the grand mountains which look down upon us; a foundation which will last as long as the trade winds blow across Manoa and the surf beats on the beach at Waikiki. The generation which is still passing, has begun well the superstructure. Punahou has been,, and is, the center of a radiating influence which tends to the uplifting of Hawaii and the right living of its people. It is the duty and the privilege of those of us who have profited by the work and generosity of those who have gone before, to perpetuate the broad and generous spirit in which the foundations of Punahou were laid and in which it has since been carried on. Let us then so act as to demonstrate to our successors that we believe, and to encourage them to believe, in God, in man, in humanity and its future. Following Mr. Thurston's address a double trio consisting of Miss C. V. Hall, Miss Julia Damon, Miss E. M. Damon, Mrs. C. B. Damon, Miss H. A. Austin, Miss A. E. Judd, sang "To Earth Fair Winds Are Bringing." Miss Ethel Andrews played a violin obligato. JUDGE DOLE'S ADDRESS. Judge Sanford B. Dole was next introduced and spoke of the early days at Punahou and the spirit and aim of the institution. Judge Dole is the son of the first principal of Punahou. His remarks were as follows: The surroundings of this place have changed very much since I was a child. I used to come out of the end door there of Dole Hall and pass by the place where we are now standing, on my way to the old bathing pond. am one of those who remember the old Bingham House. There was a later annex adjoining it on the west which was inhabited by native servants of Punahou. The original Bingham house was then out of repair and uninhabited. I remember Mr. Gulick, who was one of the big boys at that time, when I was a toddling child, because he was always kind to me and always welcomed me to his room, he and his brother Charles. Professor Alexander was also one of the large boys that I remember; almost all the Mission families were represented in the school. The purpose of Punahou was an allaround education-body, mind and spirit. The ideal was high; the pupils were put on their honor in some things. For instance, I remember the dining room, situated in the middle wing of the old courts. The buildings were mostly of one story with narrow verandas and low eaves, not ference between the power of a sense of honor and that of locks and keys. When Boki gave Punahou to Mr. Bingham he gave it to the right man, but he did not probably imagine what he was doing for education in Hawail and for the benefit of his country. If he had given it to the wrong man, Punahou would have existed under an other name, perhaps on the slopes of Punchbowl or somewhere else in the suburbs of Honolulu and might at this time be merely holding its own, while the Punahou grounds would be at the present time cut up into house lots. But this gift, passed over by Mr. Bingham to the cause of education, has been a liberal endowment of the in reason of its successful growth. more than seven or eight feet above stitution which has been a prominent the floor. From these eaves on the west side of the dining room were hung a row of bunches of bananas which were raised among the taro patches below the spring. is My impression that these bananas were never taken I do not like to brag-I don't often have as good an opportunity as this to brag about Punahou. At any rate, I think it is reasonable for me on this occasion to refer to the work done by Punahou boys and girls in different parts of the world. Like the Punahou spring with its perennial flow of pure and life-giving water, the stream of influence in the direction of civilization and humanity has flowed from Punahou as its source refreshing thirsty places all over the world. Pupils from Punahou fought in the battles of the American Civil War. during They have done great work in education in America. They have promoted human progress in Spain, in Turkey, in South America, in China, Japan and the Pa by any of the pupils. I never heard of any complaints or talk about such a thing. Some time afterwards, for some reason or other, possibly for convenience or perhaps because the sense of honor of some of the pupils had become relaxed, they were locked up in the store room. After I had been away from Punahou for some years, I spent a school year here, which time it became known to me that several of the more enterprising boys of the school, having by some diplomacy obtained a loan of the key cific Islands. of this room from one of the girls who They have done this had duties there, had made a mould work with the spirit of sacrifice. They from it and a duplicate key, returning have put their shoulders to the wheels the original. And thereafter, from time of progress and caused them to move, to time, they organized midnight raids and this work they have done largely on this store room, when not only because of the training which they rebananas but other luxuries were apceived and the influence which inspired propriated, and yet they conducted them during their stay at Punahou. these enterprises with such discretion The object of the Punahou education and self-control that it never became is character-the training of the body known that the school authorities by exercise, the training of the mind missed anything. This shows the dif- by exercise and the development of the |