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kissing her cheek, set her down again in such ec- 

 stasy, that the poor thing scarcely knew where she 

 was. 



His manner was quite different to the next per- 

 son who came forward : a tall, raw-boned, pale- 

 faced friar : a young man, with deep-set dark-blue 

 eyes, and a cloud of care and disappointment wan- 

 dering across his features. San Martin assumed 

 a look of serious earnestness while he listened to 

 the speech of the monk ; who applauded him for 

 the peaceful and Christian-like manner of his en- 

 trance into this great city — conduct which, he 

 trusted, was only a forerunner of the gentle cha- 

 racter of his future government. The General's 

 answer was in a similar strain, only pitched a few 

 notes higher ; and it' was curious to observe how 

 the formal cold manner of the priest became ani- 

 mated, under the influence of San Martin'^s elo- 

 quence : at last, losing all recollection of his se- 

 date character, the young man clapped his hands 

 and shouted, " Viva ! viva ! nuestro General — 

 " Nay, nay,'' said the other, " do not say so ; but 

 join with me in calling. Viva la Independencia del 

 Peru !" 



