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 Englih, and expecting to be plundered, and perhaps butchered, without mercy. Don Manuel de Cafafonda, the Governor, whole countenance bespoke a contitution far gone in a decline, had thrown himelf on a opha in the lat tate of depair, and given way to an effuion of tears; when the lieutenant entered the cabin, he roe trembling from his couch, and with the mot upplicating accasion preented to him his word, and with it a cak, which he carried in his other hand. As he tenered thee poils to his conqueror, whether thro' meaknes, or of his own will, he made a motion bending his knee: the generous Briton hocked the unmanly overture, caught him uddenly with the hands, and turning to Pedroa, aid aloud, ———"Convince this gentleman he has fallen into e hands of an honourable eneny."———"Is it miible!” cried Don Manuel and lifting up his streaming eyes to the countenance of the Britih officer, aw humanity, valour, and generous pity, trongly charactered in his youthful features, at the conviction was irreitable. “Will he not accept my word?" 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 uperior shall be of another way of thinking, tell him, this baket contains my jewels; they are valuable; let him preent them as a lawful prize, which will enrich the captor; his uperior will not heitate to take then, from me"———"If they are your Excellency's private property," replied Pedroa, “I am ordered to aure you, that if your hip was loaded with jewels, no Britih officer in the ervice of king will take them at your hands; the hip and effects of his Catholic Majety are the only prize of the captors; the peronals of the paengers