vial was produced with its contents, as put into the hands of Pedroſa by the Inquiſidor.
“Can there be ſuch villainy in man?" cried the Britiſh captain, when Pedroſa had concluded his detail; "Alas! my heart bleeds for this unhappy huſband: aſſuredly that monſter has deſtroyed Leonora: as for thee, Pedroſa, whilſt the Britiſh flag flies over thy head, neither Spain, no Portugal, nor Inquiſitors nor devils, ſhall annoy thee under its protection: but if thou ever ventureſt over the ſide of this ſhip, and raſhly ſetteſt one foot upon Catholic ſoil, when we arrive at Liſbon, thou art a loſt man."———"I were worſe than a madman," replied Nicolas, ſhould I attempt it."———"Keep cloſe in this aſylum, then," reſumed the captain, "and fear nothing had it been our fate to have been captured by the Spaniards, what would have become of thee?" ———" In the worſt of extremities," replied Nicolas, "I ſhould have applied to the inquiſidor's vial; but I confeſs I have no fears of that ſort; a ſhip ſo commanded and ſo manned, is in little danger of being carried into a Spaniſh port."——— I hope not," ſaid the captain; "and I promiſe thee thou ſhalt take thy chance in her, ſo long as ſhe is afloat under my command; and if we live to conduct her to England, thou ſhalt have thy proper ſhare of prize-money, which if the galleon break up according to her entries, will be ſomething towards enabling thee to ſhift; and if thou art as diligent in thy duty as I am perſuaded thou wilt be, whilſt I live thou ſhalt never want a ſeaman's friend."———At theſe chearing words, little Nicolas threw himſelf at the feet of his generous preſerver, and with ſtreaming eyes poured out his thanks from a heart animated with joy and gratitude. The captain railing him by
