Presently the cloud-rack was flooded with fiery splendors, and these were copied on the surface of the sea, and it made one drunk with delight to look upon it.
From talks with certain of our passengers whose home was Honolulu, and from a sketch by Mrs.Mary H.Krout, I was able to perceive what the Honolulu of to-day is, as compared with the Honolulu of my time.

In my time it was a beautiful little town, made up of snow-white wooden cottages deliciously smothered in tropical vines and flowers and trees and shrubs; and its coral roads and streets were hard and smooth, and as white as the houses.

The outside aspects of the place suggested the presence of a modest and comfortable prosperity--a general prosperity -- perhaps one might strengthen the term and say universal.

There were no fine houses, no fine furniture.

There were no decorations.