This wide and glorious land was his--this glowing Paradise, which appeared created for the residence of Gods! While he contemplated it, a proud glow mantled his cheek: Kara Aziek noted the flush, and divined its meaning: she laid her hand gently upon his arm as he stood looking from the deck upon the city. “With love, friendship, and competency, in that enchanting region, shall we not be happy my Sebastian? Shall we not _rest_?” Sebastian turned his softened eyes on her with a look of tender regret: “Would I had been born for thee only Aziek;--rest, alas! is not for a man whom sacred duties bind to action; I belong to my suffering people. But we _shall_ rest, sweetest! (he added soothingly, seeing tears gather on her cheek) we _shall_ rest at least awhile.” Only an eloquent smile replied to him; for now the vessel entered the harbour of St. Salvador, and cast anchor amongst a wood of masts. All was bustle and happy animation: the different voyagers hastened to taste the pleasure of touching land and breathing the air of trees and flowers. Sebastian conducted his Aziek and her attendant from the boat to the quay; there he heard Portuguese tongues and saw Portuguese faces: his heart yearned towards them. True to early impressions, his first emotion at the sight of Monks and Convents, was an emotion of religious gladness, he had to recollect that with their pageantry he had done for ever. As he passed along, the grandeur of the city (then the capital of Brazil) filled him with admiration, and while he contemplated its massy edifices, he believed that he beheld the seat of his new empire. Having inquired the name of the viceroy, and learned that De Castro still held that powerful station, he led Aziek into a house provided for travellers, where persuading her to repose herself on a couch, he wrote to the viceroy: his letter contained these words. “TO DON EMANUEL DE CASTRO, “It is your King and your friend, Don Emanuel, who confides himself to your honour; he comes to seek his country in Brazil: he reposes his safety on your loyalty,--confident that neither the remembrance of past injustice, nor the temptation to present revenge, can sway a generous soul from its duty. Come hither privily, come and counsel your fugitive prince.” The interval which passed between the dispatch of this billet, and the arrival of Don Emanuel’s reply, was one of great anxiety: Sebastian thought less of his own reception than of Gaspar, of whom he hoped to hear from De Castro. To see, to embrace that lowly but precious friend, to demonstrate the constancy of his attachment, became the most lively wish of his heart.