DON SEBASTIAN; OR, THE HOUSE OF BRAGANZA. J. M‘CREERY, Printer, Black-horse Court, London. DON SEBASTIAN; OR, THE HOUSE OF BRAGANZA. AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE. IN FOUR VOLUMES. BY MISS ANNA MARIA PORTER. AUTHOR OF THE HUNGARIAN BROTHERS. Take Physic, Pomp! Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, So shalt thou shake the superflux to them, And shew the Heavens more just. KING LEAR. VOL. IV. LONDON: PRINTED FOR LONGMAN HURST, REES, AND ORME. PATERNOSTER-ROW. 1809. DON SEBASTIAN, OR THE HOUSE OF BRAGANZA. CHAP. I. After serious reflection Sebastian came to the determination of sacrificing his domestic comforts to the ultimate good of his people and his child: the conflict was over with himself, but how was he to conquer the heart of Kara Aziek? of that tender mother, who “chid the winds of Heaven,” if they blew too roughly on the face of her darling?--that tender mother and faithful wife, who saw so much of virtue and happiness around her dwelling at Cachoeira, that she knew not where the world could shew a station more productive of either. Dreading the excess of her grief, yet arming himself to encounter it, Sebastian quitted his solitude, and went forth to seek her. He found her with Blanche, just returning from their village church, where they had been witnessing the marriage of an Indian girl with one of the most enlightened and amiable of her tribe. The happy scene from which they were come, had lighted up the countenances of each: Blanche was yet too young for complete sympathy with the blushing Izamba, but her heart sympathized with happiness of any sort; and the tear of benevolent pleasure which stood on the cheek of her mother, called a shower over hers. Gently walking under a long line of cedars shading the Cachoeira, Sebastian descried them afar off.--The full and perfectly-formed figure of Kara Aziek, her slow soft step, the gentle dignity which distinguished her, were contrasted by the slight and budding graces of Blanche’s more airy form. Her step was quick, bounding, and uncertain as the young Gazelle’s; her looks were timid, not majestic; and like spring preceding summer, she sportively advanced, admiring every object she had seen and admired a thousand times before.