The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1875-01-16
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In me the spirit e tbs Cape beho&d
With vide stretched flies / guard the p&thlcss strand
Aua AIuc's xzatheru mound uHEoSo3 l stADd-

By Heavens eternal Hght. stern Hend DECLARE
n me tAe spirit # ms Cape behold:
Win vide stretched flies l guard the pAthlcss strand,
And Aries ssathern mound unmevei l stand
This fearful phantom forctells the destruction
of the foremost Of those heroes who had pene-
trated and disclosed the mystery Of Africa 5 hidden
bounds, by passing the stormy Cape and among
these disasters we are told of one of the most
woful fates that ever befell our suffering human
kind. Ii is that of Don Emmanuel de Sousa,
Governor of India, returning home with a great
acquired fortune, with many brilliant honors,
with most buoyant joyous hopes, and above all
with a beloved young wife the lovely, the gentle,
the good Leonora de Sa- They were shipSrecked
near the Cape Of Good Hope. They reach the
shore, with q number of people, and though all
their means are lost, there Is some hope of life;
though in a wide desert of burning sand. 1t is
an agony to the brave Don Emmanuel, that the
beautiful, and once 50 tenderly guarded and cher
ished darling of his heart, must walk over these
hot drifts of coarse, sharp wounding sands, and
have the fierce glare of an African sun beat on
her beautiful head. But this was mercy and
blessing to what afterwards came. The fierce
Cafres rob and strip them, and do not slay them,
in order to doom them to a more bitter fate.
They leave not one shred OF cover, even for the
delicate body of the peerless young beauty OF "A
palace, and the precious idol of an adoring hus-
band. And now begin the horrors of that march
of the desert. They struggle to reach a place of
shelter and a leafy-cover; but the broiling sun
blisters the tender white skin the once beautiful
limbs become livid and swollen and at last the
frantic and agonized young wife and mother,
who has her baby in her arms, casts herself with
her little one into a hollow in the hot plain,
draws the sands over her to cover her body,
refuses to rise, and dies and the frantic husband
with outcries of anguish finds rest also in death /;
and there the bodies of these two most noble,
most beautiful, and most honored of the then
proud court of Portugal are left to blacken and
tester on the burning sands of savage Africa.
And those who lived. looked on this hopeless pair,
With anguished hearts and horrors Of despair
Whilst stark they lie upon the burning strand.
Sad too our fate, and yet our tears must howi
AS tears must drop from 2. stones tone. before s ~ !. woe
As from their woful flesh their souls do ny,
To live and love again in eternity. Cd
THE PORTUGUESE DISCOVERY OF INDIA.-DE CANA
REACHES CALICUT.
Having passed the " Giant Cape" our adven-
turing poet leads us inward past I" Madagascar's
verdant strand" We witness the wonder of the
Moors of Mozambique, Mombaza and Melinda,
when for the first time they see the fair faces of
hardy Europeans. With doubt, though daring,
we venture with de Cana into the unknown In
dian seas. We are full of hope to see the won
drous Spice Isles, and marvellous Cathay and
Cipangu, which the great Columbus had just
been seeking and had not found. We are waited
onward by the old Etesian winds here where the
galleys of Nearchus sailed. We shall see the
dazzling city of the mighty Zamorim of India.
We shall behold the glittering treasure of gemm'd
and golden Asia, that was so far away from our
eager grasping Notwithstanding wide desert,
and savage realms between,-and only the toiling
caravan with lavish cost of blood, and time, and
gold, could bring us of the gifts of the glorious
East. But now following the way pointed out
by our nlustrious Henry, We pillow the ORIENT
main, an amending furrow, far on to the India
Sea. And now the soft monsoon fans our cheeks;
beauteous waits from sacred India's gorgeous
shores greet our eyes. and as a dim blue outline
rises up before our searching gaze we join
with the exiled, wandering, yet still loving and
enthusiastic Camoens in saying:
Now morn, serene in dappled grey arose
Der the fair lawns where murmuring Gauges flows
Pale shone. the wave beneath the golden beam
Blue DER the silver flood Malabriais mountains CLEAN.
The sailors on the maintoP's airy round,
Aloud the Pilot OF Melinda crles.
Behold, oh chef the shores IF Iadia rise!
Elate the joyful crew on tiptoe trod,
And every breast with swelling rapture glow'd.
Gamas great soul contest the rushing swell,
Prone on his manly knees the Hero fell:
oh bounteous Heaven! he cries, and spreads his hands
To bounteous Heaven, while boundless joy commands
No farther word TO flow. In wonder lost,
As one in horrid dreams through whirlpools tost,
Now suatch'd by demons rides the flaming air,
And howls, and hears the howlings ofdespair
Awaked, amazed, confused with transport glows,
And, trembling still, with troubled JOY o'eraows
SO, yet affected with the sickly weight
Left by the horrors of the dreary night;
The Hero wakes IN raptures, to behold
The Indian shores before his prows unfold.
oh, glorious Chief. while storms and oceans raved
What hopeless tolls thy dauntless valor braved
BY tolls like thine III brave do win renown
By tolls like thine they gain a glorious crown
10 be ~cOntinued.)