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Depart, incapable! You are no pilot to be at the helm when the ship is in danger; The vessel of state labours in the turmoil of troublous waters, Rocks this side, that side, she is drifting to leeward, shoals threaten her stout timbers. Round her rage the tempests which would sink her in waves of blood; Only a skilful captain can pilot her into a safe haven. You are not a skilful commander! In fair weather you guided the ship in a meritorious fashion; Now, when blow rebellious storms, you are not fit for the steering; the danger renders you helpless -- a child were a better helmsman; No longer can you hold the ship of Republican fortunes in her right course. Captain! President! you are Captain -- President no longer! Depart! give way to one who can steer with clear head and keen eye. Depart, incapable!
"Dear one! " cried Dolores, as Jack embraced her, in the patio. "At last do I see you once more. Santissima! how pale! What ragged clothes! and beards on all your faces."