Ka Leo o ka Lahui, Volume II, Number 278, 11 September 1891 — Page 4

KA LEO O KA LAHUI.

"E Mau ke Ea o ka Aina i ka Pono."

 

KA LEO.

John E. Bush.

Luna Hooponopono a me Puuku.

FRIDAY, SEPT 11, 1891.

 

Annexation.

 On this subject our views are well know, and we desire to quote for the information of the many the following, from a speech by James G Blaine delivered some time since:

 "We are not seeking annexation of territory. Certainly, we do not desire it unless it should come by the volition of a people who might ask the priceless boon of a place under the flag of the Union. I feel sure that for a long time to come the people of the United States will be wisely content with our present area and not launch upon any scheme of annexation."

 The above declaration of principles buy one of America's leading statesmen, is plain and to the point. silencing as it does those who assert his country's greed for this archipelago, and those who believe annexation impossible.

 

OLLA PODRIDA.

 The current comment on the cabinet takes many forms of expression and always unfavorable: They are "weak." "rotten." "lazy;" "they are doing nothing;" "they belong to neither sect nor party," "they are on the fence along side of the Bulletin," "they have made a mess of the administration," "the Mechanics and the Hawaiians are down on them", "What are they good for." "Sam is an over grown boy," they cannot last," "they are incompetent" "there's got to be a change" and so on ad infinitum. Even the ladies who know but little about it, say "what a shame it is the way things are going on; our boys have to leave the country while malihinis jump into high position; and it seems as though the missionaries have just got Sam by the nose; and do you think the Queen will ever make a National Cabinet so the people will be satisfied? and so on.

 

 And what is it all about? Why simply because the cabinet choose to consider themselves and independent and self constituted oligarchy, at liberty to govern or misgovern the country according to their individual caprice; to ignore the people, and the party and principles for which a majority contended as a constitutional privilege; and even treating the Queens wishes with discourtesy. To treat the appropriations for roads, bridges and other public improvements as a dead letter, and in fact to lay aside the whole legislation of the session of 1890, either through indolence, incompetence or mulishness. Their general attitude has also been offensive to many. whose patriotism and loyalty, and interest in the welfare of the country, regretfully note the many errors of administration that are being made. There is the whole case in a nutshell.

 The legislature as a body was conspicuously absent from the pro****sion of the late Prince Consort as they were also from that of the late King. That such a body representing the second estate if the Kingdom should be unrepresented on such an important occasion has caused comment and inquiry and we learn that the chief reason is on account of the inferior position assigned to them in the funeral cortege, behind the judiciary. It is a fact that the Supreme Court have always arrogated to themselves a superiority to all other men or body of men and they have hitherto been humored in their conceit. But if the constitution is to be our guide we are there informed that the powers of the Kingdom are divided between the Executive, Legislature and Judicial, thereby distinctly giving the legislative body precedence over the judiciary. We hope that proper courtesies on this basis will be observed in future. Fancy the American Congress, or the British Commons, or the French Deputies, as a body, accepting a rating inferior to their judiciary.

 There is a strong and growing sentiment that in a revision of the constitution, provision should be made for the election of the justices of the Supreme Court by the people. Ka Leo has not yet given any consideration to this idea, and does not stand committed to it; but we have sought to fathom the cause for the rapid spread of the wish for such a method of creating judges. We find that while the court is openly said to be too often biased by church influencies or political partisanship, yet comparatively little complaint is made of their ultimate judgments - at least in the public press. But the public seeing to complain that they do not always maintain the conservative dignity and reserve expected of their high position, and are too prone to pull wires along with the missionary politicians and attempt to interfere with or influence affairs that concerno nly the Executive branch of the government. another complaint expressed to us, is that they are also endowed with too much autocratic power and do not hesitate to use it, especially in muzzling the press and public opinion in matters concerning them, and thereby they place themselves beyond the reach of fair criticism. It appears to be a growing belief that a systen of electing judges, in contrast to the present method of royal patronage; and life tenure, would bring them nearer to the people, secure a more impartial administration of justice, and render them amenable to public criticism.

 If many other instances that we might cite did not suffice, the Supreme Court has most certainly made an undeniable display of political partisanship in its recent appointment of a clerk. It was a direct insult to the people and to the administration who had dismissed the man from his former high post, for it is useless to claim that he was eminently fit for his new and inferior post. A man who had made himself so ffoensive as a political meddler an dull-dozer that he was denounced by a large majority of the people, by a political party, by legislative committees, and finally ejected from office by an administration, was not a proper man for the court to take under its wing, unless they wished to announce themselves openly as the sympathizers and protectors of a political party. It is by thus descending from the high dignities that should surround the bench, that they have invited adverse criticism and led the people into a discussion of the merits or demerits of having such a powerful, autocratic and royally constituted organization as part of our body politic, and into a study of proper counter check or remedy therefore.

 

Martyrs to the Truth.

 That certain offensive jokes were practiced at the Palace, upon some of the people who were there as watchers and mouners, while Governor Dominis lay in state; that it offended those upon whom the joke was played was very natural, and complaints were layd before the proper authority, when the complainants were quietly told to "hud you mush," but failing then to get redress, the matter came before us, and through the Leo , the whole affair was submitted to the public. That the scandal it created so annoyed certain parties, whose duty it is to soothe, to relieve and to redress, that they undertook to hold a mock trial, a kind of court-martial, and because, like Washington, the parties, complainant and witnesses, would not lie about it, but fearlessly told the truth, the matter before the inquisition was dropped. -but summary proceedings in injectment was instituted instanter, and the complainant and his famely, old and faithful servants of the queen during adversity, were ordered out of the Palace never more to be seen there that a Mrs. Joe Aea, whose religious scruples would not permit her to swallow the father of lies we also hear has been prohibited from the sacred enclosure of Iolani Hale. Poor Mr. Keamalu, and poor Mrs. Joe Aea. we sympathise with you in your defense for your rights and for the Truth.

 

A ROMANCE.

The paradise of the Pacific

or

The Devil's Kuleana.

(Continued by Uncle Beke.)

 

 Nyama passed on into another adjoining room and secured a shawl he found there and took it to the girl below. She  wrapped it about her without a word. she did not say thank you; but sat gazing moodily and heavy-eyed at the fire under the coffee pot.

 Nyama thought she was brooding over what he had said. He sat on the bench and watched the flame too as it played round the tin vessel. Soon he was nodding in a vain struggle with drowsiness that stole irresistibly over his senses. At last he lay down upon the bench.

 When he awoke the sun was shining high in the sky. The old natives were eating in the room below. The two countrymen were sleeping curled up like dogs on one end of the veranda.

 He aroused himself and went in. Faza was sleeping sweetly. Nyama did not disturb her, but went out quietly, and sought out the stream and enjoyed a morning plunge in the wool water. Then he went to the Chinese store to buy something for breakfast. He also found on enquiry that the celestial had horses and made a bargain for two to carry them to Hardrow.

 He woke Faza up when he returned and they made a meal out of the tin cans he had brought. Soon after breakfast the horses were brought to the gate, and they prepare to continue their journey. As they were about to ready a paid of five or six policeman appeared and led by the aggressor of yesterday. They were a little startled and frightened. He rode up swinging in his saddle and smiling blandly.

 His hat was perched on the back of his head, and his long legs swinging lax with the motion of his horse. He was pretty evidently in the happy stage of intoxication. He dismounted at the gate and approsched Nyama with extended  hand.

 "Good morning, my friend. Me very glad to see you just now, Very good day just day. You think may be so rain? Me glad you no hurt. Very good man you, not awsame other Japanee. me your friend; me like you," he gurgled holding Nyama's hand.

      To be Continued.

      ON DIT.

      That the Blunderer, alias the Bulletin, is well off the track in its statement that Bertleman's safe was opened by Barefooted Bill.

      That the Bulletin unwittingly corroborates our "implication" that he was endeavoring to shield Aseu, whom, by his own "autheutic" information stood a fair chance of being mobbed by a hundred or more hungery Chinese, who blamed him for their being in that condition. The Bulletin's "high" sense of justice seems to us acockbill, when it endeavors to pull wool over people's eyes and imply that it only seemed as if they had a real grievance against Mr. Aseu, when that gentleman had to call a large body of police men to drive the mob away to save his queue.-The Bulletin's "high" sense of justice is too well greased to stand impartial inspection, and is in very much the same condition as the fat sow's tail.

 

      That Baptist Hammond is merely putting in "time" pending the World's as Fair at Chicago, and is strangely mixing up baptizing by immersion with land speculation, house building, etc.

 

      That public probity is dead, the public conscience asleep, modesty in the grave, virtue flown, knowledge gone abroad, patriotism retired from business, and their opposites rampant and triumphant. True, but "the triumph of the wicked is short."

 

      That the expatriation of H.F.P. is shortly to be followed by that of about a dozen of our best Hawaiian youth-who decline to be made subservient to and nnder orders from, malihinis, whose only claims to office are knownothingissm and truckling to inefficient self-sufficient superiors (?)

      That "Publican" in our moribund contemporary the Daily Bulletin gives Christian (?) Agents, truly about their just dues. False standards of Christianity are responsible for hypocrisy and many dirty meannesses, and to ask an applicant for place to state his views on Truth, is about as sensible and reasonable as to ask his opinion on "@@ts."

The real question intended was: What are your.-Politics?

 

Footprint.

D.M. Crowley,

      What appears to be human footprints have been discovered in the sandstone formation near the coast. They are several feet below the surface and apparently of very ancient date. We rise to explain how those footprints got here:

'Twas a dreary night by a dreary ahore.

      And slowly the murky tide did flow

With a dismal wail and a washy @par,

      Some fifty five hundred years ago;

And the winds flew by with a dolorous

      hum.

Like a worn-out harp or a muffled.

The skies were as dark as a hidden sin

      O'er the dreamer who pondered there

      Alone,

And sadly the inky seas rolled in,

      As he sat and mused in an understone.

He was an editor thin with woe,

And he grasped in his hand the Ka Leo.

For things were bad in that far off day

      About thirty-five hundred years B.C.,

And the naked subscriber wouldn't pay.

      But always wanted his paper free;

And a hairy contributor long and thin,

Raised Cain when his paragraphs didn't

      go in.

And he mused in a hieroglyphics there

      For language wasn't invented yet,

And so a citizen had to swear,

      In a sort of cuniform alphabet:

And when he couldn't help but damn,

He did it by means of a diagram.

And he thought of the undressed nobilite

      Who put on airs at the ancient date,

And passed resolutions beneath a tree

      "Will the Hui Kalaiaina please federate:"

But they set on their tails with a billious eye

When a common mechanic passed them by.

And the Planter's League met once a week

      When the members clawed at each others hide,

In a slushy location beside a creek,

      And labor troubles they were beside:

Including the unsh@d office bard,

Who was tight in a barrel in the yard.

And the primitive burglar was going his rounds

      Sort of original "Barefooted Bill,"

And the primitive Marshal swearing by "Zounds"

      That he'd stop Bill from going thro'

      Safe and till;

And a libel suit had been started too,

By an "eminent" statesment painted blue.

And a "loyal subject" had called that day,

      With a howl and a club, and said that he

Wanted Ka Leo stopped right away,

      Because of its awful disloyalty;

And a pious man who was feeling bad

Had brained the printer and stopped his "ad."

And he thought of a certain man of fame,

      Who, as paper wasn't invented then,

Thought finance was carried on just the same,-

      Had passed on him a stone P.N.

And old red sandstone I.O.U.

Which was now considably overdue.

Then, as the slow dull tide rolled in

      With a dismal wail, and a hollow roar,

He dream't that a spook with a mirthless grin

      Was passing a plate upon the shore,

And asking him to contribute

To a Theological Institute.

Then the howl of some beast by a distant stream

      Made him think with a boding of awful woe,

That he heard Kinney yelling in a dream

      About fifty-five hundred years ago;

Or else that Salt Lake apostle of light

Was hurriedly packing in the night.

And a spectral form came clad in bones,

      And a gruesome Molokai tale it read

With details concerning the Hollow Groans

      And the woes of the living among the dead;

He fearfully wagged his skeleton jaw

At Daytonic Board and tyranic law.

So the editor woke 'neath a murky sky.

      With his knees supporting his weary head,

And his hat jammed down o'er his weary eye,

     And asked why the world wasn't all born dead,

And the footprints they found the other day.

Were his tracks, as he mournfully walked away.