tate the exiled President, in his lost position, by engaging in a military expedition, with him, to the mainland.
Here was a chance, now, for an ambitious man!
I might become the Warwick of Venezuela, and put the crown on another's head, if I might not wear it myself.
I might hoist my admiral's flag, on board the Sumter, and take charge of all the piraguas, and canoes, that composed the Venezuelan navy, whilst my colleague mustered those men in buckram, so graphically described by Sir John Falstaff, and made an onslaught upon his despoiler.
But unfortunately for friend Castro, I was like one of those damsels who had already plighted her faith to another, before the new wooer appeared—I was not in the market.
I listened courteously, however, to what the secretary had to say; told him, that I felt flattered by the offer of his chief, but that I was unable to accept it. I cannot, I continue.
consistently with my obligations to my own country, engage in any of the revolutionary m