Honolulu - .We let go anchor abreast of the town about 3 P. M., and were immediately surrounded by canoes and bum-boats, swarming with natives, who rushing up to us, pulled out what looked like diploma cases made of bambo, and handed us innumerable certificates of being good washermen; some of the papers stated that the bearers were arrant rogues, and would steal, cheat, and lie, and the scamps thought we viewed them as most exemplary characters.

Pushing our way through the crowd, and nearly deafened by their clamor, we were paddled ashore in canoes with outriggers to prevent their capsizing, and strolled through the town. The streets were filled with natives, some of them almost in a state of nature, and others well dressed; the women walked in crowds covered with garments tied about

Nearly all the squares are surrounded by mud-walls or sun-dried brick, the houses all standing off the streets. Some of the houses belonging to foreigners are beautiful, being composed of coral taken by divers from its bed in the ocean. The squares enclosed by the mud-walls are filled with grass houses in which the natives live, and are large, cool and impervious to rain and more preferable to live in, in this climate, than those construct-ed of any other material.

An extinct crater called the "Punch bowl," rises back of the city, and on its sides are mounted cannon, which command the place; within the crater is a beautiful valley, where multitudes of goats are continually grazing. The city is bounded by the sea on one side and lofty mountains on the other, while a low narrow valley leads from it through the mountains, making a splendid and much frequented drive, with handsome trees planted on each side, for seven miles, where the valley terminates in an abrupt, perpendicular precipice, called the Pare, over which Kamehameha the First drove thousands of his enemies down several hundred feet, and not a single one escaped.

Kamehameha the Third, lives in a fine large house, surrounded by a beautiful garden, and near him lives his mother, a great fat old lady with a suite of half naked natives always at her heels, dozens falling into the procession as she walks the streets. His Hawaiian majesty is a good looking, stout fellow, and sports a genuine Broadway mustache.

After spending the day on shore, we hunted everywhere for a house to rent, unsuccessfully, and a Kanacka or native, overhearing our conversation, accosted us with, "me find good house, no too much money," so we followed our sable mercury until we obtained a good house, in the centre of a square filled with trees and flowers, opposite the king's palace; here we soon established ourselves, and lived in a style of "oriental magnificence" (excepting the magnificence!) with nothing to do but send our "Tamarre" or servant up one of our cocoanut trees, and revel in the nuts and milk.

I was here enabled to add many tropical plants to my already large herbarium. Our landlady, being a chieftess, wanted to give me her daughter (aged 13) in marriage, but not being ambitious to become allied to the aristocracy, I respectfully but firmly declined.

The old lady had many visitors of the softer, if not the fairer sex, and if perchance we would be indulging in the luxury of a genuine oak-leaf-Havanna, or meerschaum, the ladies would stop and gently remove said luxury from our mouths, and much to our unsophisticated consternation, would take a whiff or two, and pass it around, then politely return it, with a grunt of approbation or a "miti," (good). These eccentricities we soon grew accustomed to, and soon learned to rub noses, and smoke the pipe of peace, when we wished to conciliate. Yours, etc, W. J. H.