The officer commanding on board, inſtantly disatched the midſhipman, who attended him, to he barge with directions to make the beſt of his way back to the frigate and deliver it to the lieutenant: Then turning to the meſſenger, he ſaid to him in a reſolute tone———"That Spaniard is now borne on my books, and before you ſhall take him out of the ſervice of my King, you muſt sink his ſhip.”———Not waiting for a reply he immediately proceeded, without ſtop, to the houſe of the Britiſh Miniſter at the further end of the city: Here he found Pedroſa's intelligence, with regard to the Governer of Quito, expreſsly veried, for the order had come down even to Liſbon, upon the chance of the Spaniſh frigate's taking shelter in that port. To this Miniſter he related the horrid tale, which Pedroſa had delivered to him, and with his concurrence it was determined forward letters into Spain, which Don Manuel should be adviſed to write to his lady and friends Madrid and to wait their anſwer before any ſurther diſcoveries were imparted to him reſpecting the blacker circumſtances of the caſe: in the mean me, it was reſolved to keep the priſoner ſafe in his aſylum.
The generous captain loſt no time in returning his frigate, where he immediately imparted to Don Manuel the intelligence he had obtained at the Britiſh Miniſter's———"This indeed,” cried the afflicted Spaniard, "is a ſtroke I was in no reſpect prepared for; I had fondly perſuaded myſelf there was not in the whole empire of Spain a more friendly heart than that of the Inquiſidor's; to my beloved Leonora he had ever ſhewn the tenderneſs of a paternal affection from childhood; by him our hands were joined; his lips pronounced the nuptial benediction, and
