The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1902-01-21
THE QUEEN
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should put her own value on American
kindness. Kaiulani came to know wha
1t was worth and died of the knowI.
edge; the soul within her tainted before
the tyranny which came, in the name
of freedom, to fitch her inheritance:
and with youths Impotence of suf-
fering she bent her dainty head and
gave up life's struggle. Her aunt
made OF sterner stuff, trained and ma
tured In the school of suffering. has
Weathered the storm with stately en-
durance. a trif1e more worn, perchance.
trifie more weary than of yore she
maintains her old accomplishing atti-
tude; no word of reproach, no note of
Indignation escapes her; born to COM
mand she preserves her calm strength
through adversely. But do not ask her
to preserve her Illusions
DO l suffer alone in this matter p"
she calculates, in response to a query.
Certainly not; any one at all ac-
quainted with the islands must know
how much personal suffering to my
people is entailed by my loss. 1 do not
merely allude to my own enterprises.
Ihere is my school, of course, carried
on at my own expense, which L have
had TO close; and other charitable mat
tiers which may be looked upon as pri-
Vate affairs. But the real grievance
is national one, patent to every eve
In the old days the crown lands were
held by the reigning family, not as
personal possessions, but as a sacred
trust, for the benefit of the innumer-
able relatives dependent on the crown. |
Inc sovereign was no mere ruler he |
was patriarch, with whole tribe |
looking to him for their daily bread. |
Now, the crown lands are gone and all
these people have to look to them
selves"
They work?"
"Oh, yes, they try to, they do what
they can. 1t is not easy with no train
ing and with Americans filling every
vacancy; but they do what they can,
and suffer, and smile. My people never
complain"
Liliuokalani's shapely hand strays to
the gold chrysanthemum as it sways
toward her. her head is erect and her .
glance firm, but a culver in the mu- s
steal voice betrays her sympathy with
the people who never complain. She
might be a chatelaine of the French
revolution days, mourning the fate of
her household after the passage of
nS-culottism.
But chance chord is struck which
rouseS her majesty to sudden energy
calm and reserved when politics are
touched on, proudly silent where her
own sorrows are concerned, there is
yet one gateway to her heart which
she leaves unguarded, and art holds
he key. 1 speak of the book published
~ this South Sea poet-composer-of
he 40 Hawaiian songs and melodies
# which 100 are her own composition.
eX-Queen of the Fragrant
sizes, looks up with a flash of eager b
less: An, she says, Il can speak to p
'ou about that, 1 can tell you of my l.
reat work. the work which try vain 4
Y, amid so many Interruptions, to COM
lete. 1t will be the history of my ma
ION when it is done, the story of my
alton told in our own national song"
The hoodgates are opened, sweeping
own reserve and reflection. Neither
queen nor woman sits by me at this
loment, but passionate Hawaiian.
ne blood of her race and the love of
er race leaping in her veins. the old -
icial traditions surging at her heart
apt away by her one fierce desire to
ave those traditions safely preserved
II all time. And then it is she tells
e of the south breeze and the soft
lst and the other nature influences
lat affect native life 4
everything in nature is an influenced
tn US, she goes on; mo fog that r.
80 NJ oieeZe LndI DlOWS, but bears W
destiny, for good or evil, to the chief
Id chiefs family within it's district
rec and leaf and flower bird and fish
Id insect, are all interviewer with our III
e. AS each family has it's sacred bird
hsh, whose name it bears, whose life
respects, for whose death it paws q
nalty, so each is subject TO the ma
re influences around it, and suffers 81
joys according to the whisper of the lss
nd or the moan of the wave Why
could show you one of our beaches
strewn with propagating pebbles:
IN stone contains a smaller stone
lfch eventually rolls away from it
d starts afresh; have you ever seen z
IN thing?'
never had.
And do you suppose the families A
injected with that strange propagat- par
beach have not their strange his
les? In the old days all these things il
re known and sung; the story of
n FAMILY was the story of it's nature
uences, and the history of the whole
ION was made up of these family vi
ries In the balmy nights, by the "
IL or the cocoanut fires, thew were
nted in soft low tones, and handed Wa
'n from generation to general ton.
art of the traditional chant is al
dy lost, but ere it be entirely for M
ten, ere our forests be cleared by
planters hands, our climate alter
our influences destroyed am COL
ing the old songs and noting down pho,
old melodies, that they may not be
-
lou translate them?"