but he was not; and, besides, martyrdom is not near so fashionable as it
was during the time of the Roman emperors, when one saint insisted upon
being crucified heels uppermost; and another, who was very comfortably
broiling on a gridiron, sung out to be turned, when he thought he was
cooked enough on one side. _Our_ clergy are a grave, serious, set of
men, who scorn such mad pranks; they have no idea of suffering
martyrdom, or any thing else, if they can help it. I believe there have
been no martyrs since the commencement of the nineteenth century, except
Mr. Wolff, who was bastinadoed by the Pacha of Egypt, for interfering
with what did not concern him, and some ten or a dozen missionaries,
that would not do something the Cochin-Chinese bid them, and were, in
consequence, made shorter by the head.
The good priest interposed his good offices, and influence, in
Isabella's behalf, and gave her instructions in such branches of
education as he thought were suited to her sex. But, in about a year
after her mother's death, Don Gaspar received his appointment, as
military commander of St. Blas, which, as I have already observed, was
then a royal depot and arsenal; and, though but seldom visited by
Spanish men-of-war, because there were but very few, besides
guarda-costas, in the Pacific, was a place of considerable importance.
Isabella cheerfully accompanied him to America; for, though neither
giddy, nor thoughtless, all places were alike to her, provided she could
be always surrounded with her uncle's family, with whom she enjoyed
quiet happiness.
In the priests of Mexico, she saw nothing but ignorance, sensuality,
bigotry, and indolence, nothing calculated to shake her faith as a
Protestant, or cause her to forget her mother's first injunction; while
the foppishness, frivolity, insolence, ignorance, and pride, of the men,
by whom she was surrounded, most effectually protected her from the
remotest thought of disobeying the second. The men, on the other hand,
regarded her with the coolest indifference; accustomed to admire the
black eyes, and hair, and colorless complexions of the Spanish and
native, or Creole, women, varying from a sort of dirty cream color, to a
deep and beautiful copper, Isabella's rather lightish brown hair, blue
eyes, fair complexion, and cheeks rosy with health and cheerfulness, had
no charms for them; and, while her cousins had lovers, or danglers, by
the dozen, Isabella found herself, to her infinite satisfaction,
completely deserted and neglected, by all the starched and pompous fools
that visited her uncle, during a stay of some months in the city of
Mexico.
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