The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1875-01-16

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The long campaign in Africa did not Kill
Camoens as it was hoped it would. The tor
mentz of the Moorish deserts did not scath him.
The weapons of a multitude of foes sought his
life in vain. Hatred and jealousy thrust him
forward in the front of danger, and as he won his
way, afterwards held him back in the rear of
merited honor ; yet Notwithstanding all this he
stood faithful to his duty in his appointed place,
and made no complaint. He did not shirk or
sulk, or hold back bis hand, because others far
behind him in their capacity or their work, got
place and honor, and happy privileges at home,
where he yearned to be. He did not clamor OF
pour out any gall Of bitterness because he was
neglected, or denied the recognition that he de-
served. He was willing to wait for the justice of
God, if the justice of men should for ever con-
denim or ignore him and he fully showed forth
in his life, his appreciation of a noble sentiment
to which be gives utterance in the Lnsiad:
20 merit honors that We do not wear %
And be deserved honor for his courage and
patriotism during this African campaign but he
was denied his just guerdon by an ungrateful
government and if a grateful country did after
wards award the need that was his due, it was
only when they strewed worthless immortelles
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DEATH Oh USPITYISG DEATH ID"
Though the African campaign did not kill
CamoeDs it killed somebody else. The dear
Saint of the church, and beauteous young maid
Of honor Of the palace was wounded unto death
by African warfare. The conflicting emotions
awakened by a powerful, pleading love, and the
contention of opposing relatives overcame the
tender, sensitive soul Of Caterina. The reports
from the bloody and pestilent deserts around
Ceuta were q constant shock to her. Sometimes
she would hear that her lover had disgraced him
self, or that he was slain and then again a faith
ful messenger, coming from the wars, would put
into her hands the imprisoned utterances of her
fervent warrior poet, who only stroye, and dared,
and waited for her. And thus she being made
sick by oft changing hopes and fears; and more
over her tender soul, seeing in the hearts of her
bitter kin no hope of mercy or forgiveness in tie
future, for one whose faithful love had fully
awakened hers; she pined,-she dropped she
sickened, and she died. g
She had passed away, when Camoens at last
came back. Perhaps she had just gone because
he laments over her " cold clay Perhaps he
wept over his pale virgin as she lay on the funeral
catafaIque; but it is more likely he only ap-
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housed in marble in the crypt of the church of
90 Christ's Wounds" There he poured out his
agony. There he sought to soften and burst open
the cold stone with the tender fearful yearnings
of his love. There he stretched out a weary and
weeping body upon the sullen and unresponsive
tomb, and buried his heart down in its depths
amongst the wreck OF youth and beauty that
mouldered below. And some of his wall of woe
is recorded in the following SONNET: .
Those eyes from whence cha.se love did ever beam,
Those Little hands-so fair--and 30 benign "a.
That heart 50 true, SO tender, and all mine
Like vernal blooms on dnned banks of snow
Are Are on,S live ;6 msds gone 10IssEeTn0Ie,
P Psh,9 fsS On; Tn BIa5t ST G 1S1. vb Thy d has, ss ta0n 'h0Fn
With rPen'd glory its sweet early norm
And Ans P Ihsre ! s aSI my po oaig h n9sv OF io SSov e
THE EyANGEL OF PURE NAIDENHooD.
The maiden is buried, and should have no
further part in the story of Cameons. She beam
ed upon his soul, and then took fight. She was
only a passing angel. He had but a glimpse of
her dear face, and then she was gone. She was
the vision of a day, and we might doubt her ex-
istence. What was she to him but a fair portrait
just seen, and then yelled And now, this pass-
ing picture of a girl, observed at chance times for
u lew mluutee, OT y Ddreiy an DOuf or TWO IN
all-why has it had, and why shall it have such
a place as to be throned over all else in the history
of a man,-of an intelligence that is the glory
of its age and country,-and that led the new
departure of the intellectual progress of the six
teenth century? Why shall such a mere sight of
girlhood peryade the life of such a man? Be-
cause it was for him a revelation, and he gave
unto it the faith of his soul, that it was for him
a message unto better things and by this faith
he stood even after her death, even during all the
following twenty-five years of his tempestuous
pilgrimage. And whatever he has uttered to
teach or charm the world, We must feel that the
outpourings OF his soul and the fervors of a faith
full nature are mainly due to the inspiration de-
rived from this simple maiden, whose loveliness
and innocence beamed forth a blessing upon his
earnest soul. Oh, strength of love- Oh, might
OF maidenhood in it's comeliness and innocence !
To what high mission may it not be appointed
when g full of grace?" And thou unfolding
bud of promise who standest adorned with I'M
soiled vesture in the dewy morn of time, sanctify
thy heart with holiness, for thou mayest be a
chosen vessel from which may sweetly flow a
blessed salvation, or the inspiration of some i'm
mortal awakeningi
WAITING on A COURT.
The poet remained a long time at Lisbon in
the hope of receiving some recognition for the
thus renders the original;
"To merit honors though they be withheld,