Engliſh, and expecting to be plundered, and perhaps butchered, without mercy. Don Manuel de Cafafonda, the Governor, whole countenance bespoke a conſtitution far gone in a decline, had thrown himſelf on a ſopha in the laſt ſtate of deſpair, and given way to an effuſion of tears; when the lieutenant entered the cabin, he roſe trembling from his couch, and with the moſt ſupplicating accasion preſented to him his ſword, and with it a caſk, which he carried in his other hand. As he tenered theſe ſpoils to his conqueror, whether thro' meakneſs, or of his own will, he made a motion bending his knee: the generous Briton ſhocked the unmanly overture, caught him ſuddenly with the hands, and turning to Pedroſa, ſaid aloud, ———"Convince this gentleman he has fallen into e hands of an honourable eneny."———"Is it miſſible!” cried Don Manuel and lifting up his streaming eyes to the countenance of the Britiſh officer, ſaw humanity, valour, and generous pity, ſtrongly charactered in his youthful features, at the conviction was irreſiſtable. “Will he not accept my ſword?" cried the Spaniard. "He denies you to wear it, till he has the honour of presenting you to his captain."———Ah! then he is a captain," exclaimed Manuel; "his ſuperior shall be of another way of thinking, tell him, this baſket contains my jewels; they are valuable; let him preſent them as a lawful prize, which will enrich the captor; his ſuperior will not heſitate to take then, from me"———"If they are your Excellency's private property," replied Pedroſa, “I am ordered to aſſure you, that if your ſhip was loaded with jewels, no Britiſh officer in the ſervice of king will take them at your hands; the ſhip and effects of his Catholic Majeſty are the only prize of the captors; the perſonals of the paſſengers
