New England Religious Herald

Sandwich Islands.

It is but a few years, since the Sandwich Islands were covered with superstition and idolatry of the very worst kind. Now, the largest local church on the face of the globe is found on one of these islands, and the Sabbath is hallowed there with a strictness, and temperance furthered there with a discretion and zeal. which older Christian communities would do well to imitate. In recently looking over a file of their newspapers, each number of which was a curiosity, comprising as it did many singular and striking things, we came across the following lines, which are too pertinent to other climes than the Islands in the Pacific to be confined to the dwellers there, and of a good moral tendency; we have extracted for the Religious Herald. They may be entitled:

AN ADDRESS TO A BRANDY BOTTLE.

You old brandy bottle I've loved you too long,
You have been a bad messmate to me
When I met with you first, I was healthy and strong,
And handsome as handsome could be.
I had plenty of cash in my pocket and purse,
And my cheeks were as red as a rose,
And the day that I took you for better or worse,
I'd a beautiful aquiline nose.

But now, only look! I'm a fright to behold
The beauty I boasted, has fled,
You would think I was nearly an hundred years old
When I'm raising my hand to my head.
For it trembles and shakes, like the earth when it quakes
And I'm constantly spilling my tea:
And whenever I speak I make awful mistakes
Till every one's laughing at me.

The ladies don't love me, and this I can trace
To the loss of my aquiline nose,
Like an overgrown strawberry stuck on my face-
Still larger and larger it grows.
And I hav'n't a cent in my pocket or purse,
And my clothes are all dirty and torn;
Oh you old brandy bottle, you've been a sad curse,
And I wish I had never been born.

You old brandy-bottle I'll love you no more
You have ruined me body and soul,
I'll dash you to pieces, and swear from this hour
To give up both you and the bowl.
And I'll go and " sign."I could surely do worse
On that pledge all my hopes I repose,
And I'll get back my money in pocket and purse,
And perhaps, too, my beautiful nose.

May some others take the hint, and "provoked unto good works" by this Sandwich Islander, "go and do likewise,"—sign,—and thus get back again their "money, and beautiful nose !"

N E.