nation of the particulars on which my intelligence is founded." “Heaven and Earth!" cried the aſtonished Spaniard, “who can be thoſe enemies I have to fear, and what can I have done to deſerve them?”———"So far I will open myſelf to you," anſwered the captain, "as to point on the principal to you, the inquiſidor general."——— The beſt friend I have in Spain, exclaimed the governor; "my ſworn protector, the patron of my fortune: He my enemy! impoſſible."———"Well Sir," replied the captain, “if my advice does not meet belief, I muſt ſo far exert my authority for your ſake, as to make this ſhip your priſon, till I have waited on our miniſter at Liſbon and made the inquiries neceſſary for your ſafety ſuſpend your judgment upon the ſeeming harſhneſs of this meaſure till I return to you again:" and at the ſame time riſing from his ſeat, he gave orders for the barge, and leaving ſtrict injunctions with the firſt lieutenant not to allow of the governor's quitting the frigate, he put off for the ſhore, and left the melancholy Spaniard buried in profound and ſilent meditation.
The emiſſaries of the inquiſition having at laſt traced Pedroſa to Liſbon, and there gained intelligence of his having entered on board the frigate our captain had no ſooner turned into the porch of the hotel at Buenos-Ayres, than he was accoſted by a meſſenger of ſtate with a requiſition from the prime miniſter's office for the ſurrender of one Nicolas Pedroſa, a ſubject of Spain, and a criminal, who had eſcaped out of the priſon of the Inquiſition in Madrid, where he ſtood charged of high crimes and miſdeameanors.———As ſoon as this requiſition was explained to our worthy captain without condeſcending to a word in reply he called for pen and ink, and writing a ſhort order to
