These missionaries expected to find the people still worshipping their dumb idols; and their joy and wonder were very great, when they learned that the people had of their own accord abandoned them, and were so far ready to listen to the better way they had come to make known to them. Keopuolani in particular soon began to be very attentive to the new teachers, and was very anxious to learn to read and write. None of the inhabitants of those islands could either read or write till the missionaries taught them. The queen was very diligent indeed in learning, and would constantly have her slate, or her book, in her hand, trying to make out the letters and words by herself. Thus she made great progress, and was soon able to read very well.

She was very anxious that the people of Maui, where she had passed her childhood, should receive the instructions of the missionaries, and wished much to visit them herself. Accordingly, accompanied by some of the teachers, she left Hawaii for Maui, at which island she remained till her death. She was particularly solicitous that after her death, none of the bad practices they had been accustomed to should be allowed, and gave orders to that effect, and that her funeral might be conducted according to Christian custom. It had been usual at the death of a chief, for the people to give themselves up to all kinds of wickedness, stealing, fighting, and drunkenness, and these were the evil practices to which she referred. During

the whole of her last illness she manifested great patience under suffering, and great kindness to all around her. She died on the 16th of September, 1823. For two days after her death, scarcely any other sound was heard but wailing and lamentation, every one crying, "Keopuolani was a mother to everybody! We have all lost a mother!"

Her funeral, according to her desire, was conducted as in our own land. Between four and five thousand people were present on the occasion, yet the most perfect order and propriety were maintained during the whole time.

Some of the people have a superstition that the queen still visits her island, and has been seen by several among them, but most of them are convinced that she was a child of God, and has gone to heaven.

A. D. E.

THE OLD-FASHIONED HALL.

I REMEMBER the sweetest of evening hours
Were spent in an old-fashion'd hall;

A garden grew round it, all spangled with flowers,
And ivy crept over the wall.

People said it was haunted-that old-fashion'd place, By things that were frightful to see;

But I saw nothing worse than my grandmother's face Peeping out when we climbed the oak tree.

People said it was gloomy; but never did fire
Burn brighter than ours on the hearth,

When we piled up the faggots still higher and higher,
And the Hall echoed loud with our mirth.

Ah! welcome was spring-time and summer to those
Who dwelt in that old-fashion'd home;

When gaily we wander'd to pluck the wild rose,
And gather the hawthorn in gloom.