As a scholar he was persevering and thorough. After he had gained some knowledge of English, he conceived the idea of reducing his native language to writing. As it was merely a spoken language, everything was to be done. He had succeeded in translating the Book of Genesis and made some progress in the work of making a grammar and dictionary. But the work he had planned was not to be finished by his own hand. Within a year from the time he entered the school at Cornwall he was called home. As recorded upon the marble slab, his last thoughts were for his native island; his last earthly longing was, that the Gospel might be preached to his own countrymen. One of our popular cyclopædias gives a brief mention of this remarkable young man and makes this statement: "He was the cause of the establishment of American Missions in the Sandwich Islands." To have so lived, and by his earnestness and zeal so inspired others that upon his death they were ready to take up and carry forward the work he had planned, was to have accomplished even more than he could had he been permitted to enter upon the work for which he was preparing. FAYE HUNTINGTON. DISASTER. A HOLE in the pocket's a very bad thing, And brings a boy trouble faster Than anything under the sun, I think. My mother, she calls it disaster. For all in one day, I lost, I may say, Through a hole not as big as a dollar, A number of things, Including some rings From a chain Fido wore as a collar, My knife, a steel pen, a nice little note That my dear cousin Annie had sent me. The boy who found that, pinned it on to his hat, And tries all the time to torment me. I'd lost a new dime That very same time, But it lodged in the heel of my stocking; And one thing beside, Which to you I confide, Though I fear you may think it quite shocking: The doctor had made some nice little pills For me to take home to the baby; But, when I reached there, I was quite in despair, They had slipped through my pocket, it may be. Aunt Sallie, she, As cool as can be, Said, a hole in a boy's reputation, Is harder to cure, And worse to endure, Than all pockets unsound in the nation. Still a hole in the pocket's a very bad thing, And I am sure a real cause of disaster. But baby is well; so you must never tell; Perhaps he got well all the faster. --GWINNET HOWARD, _in Independent_. [Illustration: ROUND THE FAMILY LAMP]