In early 1880, he brought out a little bit of the first canto of the "Lusiads," and the episode of "Ignez de Castro," his favourite bit, as samples. I can never remember to have had a more peaceful and happy time with Richard than in Opçina, where we led a Darby and Joan life, and principally 1879, 1880, 1881, and part of 1882. We did all the six volumes of Camoens, he translating, I helping him and correcting. I wrote the little sonnet for him, my preface, and the Glossary, and his "Reviewers Reviewed." "TO MY MASTER CAMOENS. "(_Tu se' lo mio maestro, è lo mio autore._) "Great Pilgrim-poet of the Sea and Land; Thou life-long sport of Fortune's ficklest will; Doomed to all human and inhuman ill, Despite thy lover-heart, thy hero-hand; Enrollèd by the pen what marvellous band Of god-like Forms thy golden pages fill; Love, Honour, Justice, Valour, Glory thrill The Soul, obedient to thy strong command: Amid the Prophets highest sits the Bard, At once Revealer of the Heaven and Earth, To Heaven the guide, of Earth the noblest guard; And, 'mid the Poets, thine the peerless worth, Whose glorious song, thy Genius' sole reward, Bids all the Ages, Camoens, bless thy birth!" ----ISABEL BURTON. He was quite upset about the Glossary. When he had used archaic words, which belonged to Chaucer and Spencer, he said, "Do you mean to say that they won't understand me?" When I produced my glossary of three hundred and fourteen words, he said, "You are never going to insult the English public with that?" I said, "But, indeed, I am; and I know very well that you have not fifteen readers that will know them without, but they will pretend they do, and be very much offended, whilst internally they will thank their God that they have got it, and are able to look grand on the strength of it." But he curtailed it, and in this he was encouraged by our old friend Bernard Quaritch. Camoens is splendidly and literally translated. No one was so well fitted as Richard to bring out this epic and heroic life. He divided his work into six heads: Biographical, Bibliographical, Historical and Chronological, Geographical, and Annotative--it was the result of a daily act of devotion of more than twenty years, from a man of _this_ age, who has taken the hero of a _former_ age for his model, his master, as Dante did Virgil; and between whose two fates--master and disciple--exists a strange similarity. The two volumes of "Life and Commentary" show a profundity of learning and intelligence which would be quite enough to make the name of any other man, if he had never written anything else, but though Camoens has not taken hold of the public yet, he will. Richard lived to do six volumes; he would have done four more had he lived. His little letter of dedication to Swinburne, in vol. i of the "Lyrics," is a masterpiece. "To "The Prince of the Lyric Poets of his day,