Honolulu has become a great place of call for ships, from all parts of the world, since San Francisco sprang into existence.  Vessels coming round the Horn, to make a good offing, steer for it.  Others from Australia, China, and the Eastern Archipelago, touch here; while whalers have for long been in the habit of putting in here to refit and recruit. The extreme healthiness of the islands induces many people from California to come here, and the hotels and lodging-houses are filled with invalids, often possessors of considerable wealth; but, at the same time, from their profligate and dissipated habits, they set but a bad example to the natives.  The natives are called Kanakas.  They are generally fine-looking men.  The women are fairer, and with regular features; many of them ride on horseback with men's saddles, dressed in gay riding habits, and with a wreath of flowers encircling their raven tresses, which gives them somewhat of a theatrical appearance.  The islands are governed by a sovereign, King Kamehameha the Third, who has a large family, and an income of about 1500 pounds a-year.  He has likewise an army, clothed in gay uniforms, but there are almost as many officers as men; indeed, as the kingdom is under the joint protection of England, America, and France, there can be but little employment for soldiers.  The police are of far more use in apprehending drunken sailors, and keeping order in the town.  They are dressed in a blue uniform, with a gold-lace cap, and armed with a staff with a brass knob. The monarchy is hereditary, and limited.  The king's ministry consists of a premier and other officers, similar to those of the English Government, and many of them are English or Americans, and very intelligent men.  We found that in the town there were all sorts of places of public amusement, and, among others, a theatre, where English plays are acted, and where the king constantly attends.  We went, and were not a little surprised to see the boxes filled with very gaily-dressed people, mostly whites.  It was a very hot night.  The play was "Hamlet."  Hamlet had been using a pocket-handkerchief very liberally all the evening, pressing it to his brow and cheeks, and at last he said, "Oh, that this too, too solid flesh _wouldn't_ melt, and resolve itself into a dew!"  Jerry and I applauded him very loudly.  He gave us a wink, as much as to say, "I see you understand me."  He was evidently a wag, and Hamlet was not suited to him, nor he to Hamlet. There was no reason, however, because the royal Dane had been murdered, that his son should murder the Queen's English at the rate he did, or the character of Hamlet as Shakspeare drew it.  Who would have thought of Shakspeare in the Sandwich Islands?  Shakspeare never acted in so pretty a theatre.