Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
"His name is, I trust, a guarantee for his honour," returned Senhor
Mendez; "and though I have weighty reasons for concealing the early part
of my history, I will narrate, in as brief a way as possible, some of
the latter events of my life, which will account for my being on board
the Salee rover which your gallantry sent to destruction; though far
rather would I have sunk unknown amid those drowning wretches, whose
dying shrieks yet ring in my ear, than risk the safety of one to whom I
am so deeply indebted. You see before you a man who has, throughout
life, been constantly on the point of attaining, as he supposed, wealth
and happiness; when, ere the cup reached his lips, it has been rudely
torn from his grasp, and he has been hurled back to poverty and
wretchedness; yet ever, when least expected, fortune has again shed her
deceitful smile upon him. I was yet young, when, after passing through
many vicissitudes of fortune, I arrived, poor and unknown, on the shores
of India; but I yet retained more than wealth can purchase, the great
ingredient, the first principle of success, an unbroken spirit, full of
hope and confidence. I had learned, I thought, that wealth was the only
certain road to power, and that with power alone could I attain my ends;
for I had deep and bitter wrongs to avenge, and wealth, therefore, I
determined to obtain by every means consistent with my honour. Though
many of the rank in which I was born, would have looked upon mercantile
pursuits as wholly derogatory to their dignity, nameless and unknown, I
laughed at such prejudices; and soon finding means to bring my talents
into notice, I obtained an employment in which I was eminently
successful; when one high in power, who had always borne me a deadly
enmity, arrived in Goa, and would, I felt confident, recognise me
through all the disguises I might assume. I well knew that, were I
discovered, the civil and ecclesiastical power would be brought into
play against me, and the Inquisition, with all its diabolical tortures,
stared me in the face. I fled to China, from which country I was
obliged once more to migrate to the newly-acquired possessions of the
British in India, where my intimate knowledge of the customs and
language of the natives, aiding my own perseverance, enabled me to
acquire, at length, the fortune I sought. I transmitted it by degrees
to England, and having wound up my affairs, I set sail for that country,
intending from thence to make any further arrangements I might deem
advisable; but I was not destined to reach it. The ship which bore me
was wrecked on the coast of Africa, and I, with the few who escaped
death, was made prisoner by a tribe of savages, who retaliated on us a
few of the cruelties their countrymen have experienced from those of our
colour. For upwards of a year I remained in captivity, when I contrived
to get on board a vessel, trading on the coast for gold-dust and ivory,
and bound for Cadiz.
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