n; the
king was out of town. We were notified, the day before, that the queen
would be pleased to see us informally, and would send her carriage for
us. So at eleven o'clock a barouche was before the door, drawn by a span
of dark horses. A coachman and footman in a livery of green and gold
completed the establishment. When we arrived at the palace gates, the
guard opened them wide for us, and we passed on to the rear of the
palace where was the queen's own suite of rooms. On the steps we were
met by the minister of foreign affairs, who escorted us to a
reception-room, and a few minutes later to the drawing-room. There we
were met by the queen in a ladylike manner, she taking our hand, and
expressing pleasure at meeting us. She was in deep mourning for the
prince, her only son, who died last year. Her dress was black, trimmed
half-way up the skirt with a heavy fold of crape, headed by a
box-plaiting of the same. We here met the Princess Victoria, a sister of
the king. The queen gave to each of us a lithograph likeness of the late
King Kamehameha III. The chancellor of the kingdom, Chief Justice Allen
and his lady were present. We returned home in the queen's carriage.

In the afternoon, we had a very pleasant dinner-party at the chief
justice's. In the evening, I accepted an invitation to ride with a large
party of young people, all on horseback; there were seventeen couples,
composed entirely of foreigners, more than half of whom belonged to
mission families. You would be amused to see the native women ride like
the men, with a strip of bright calico wound round their waist and
limbs, falling off like a skirt on each side; the color is usually red,
or red and yellow, and they look decidedly gay, sitting so erect in the
saddle, and riding at full gallop.

On Sabbath morning we attended at Mr. Smith's church, a large square
hall, with a thatched roof. We sat in a wealthy native lady's pew. It
was painted a brilliant scarlet, and the cushion was covered with a
striped magenta-and-yellow calico. The one in front of us was painted an
intense green. Grandpa made an address during service, and afterward, to
the children of the Sabbath-school. Every seat was full, and the people
very attentive. There was an old native man, with only one arm, who
acted the part of sexton, and sometimes waked people up. I fancy there
would be fewer sleepers in American churches, if there was anybody to
perform a similar office. We shook hands wi