In sickness and in death he had come close to the hearts in them.
Protected at first by the powerful Urrea family, he had found it easy to retain his nationality, and yet live down envy and suspicion.

The rich had shown him their gratitude with gold; the poor he had never sent unrelieved away, and they had given him their love.
When in the second year of his residence he married Dona Maria Flores, he gave, even to doubtful officials, security for his political intentions.

And his future conduct had seemed to warrant their fullest confidence.

In those never ceasing American invasions between eighteen hundred and three and eighteen hundred and thirty-two, he had been the friend and succourer of his countrymen, but never their confederate; their adviser, but never their confidant.
He was a tall, muscular man of a distinguished appearance.

His hair was white.