HE had achieved now, surely, all the glory that any man could want; but still he was dissatisfied. This glory he enjoyed now, the acclaim that fell upon him with it, he regarded merely as a transitory thing, the result of his feats of arms alone and not of the noble purposes behind them which he was unable to make the people see. His great hunger was for a glory that would last through the centuries after he was dead, that would reach to the far corners of the earth; and the things that were happening now in the nations he had created gravely threatened the fulfillment of that dream.
In answer to the letter of Páez, he wrote a stern reply. " Colombia is not France," he said, "nor I, Napoleon. . . . The title of Liberator is superior to every other that human pride has conceived; it is unthinkable that I should degrade it."
From other sources, too, he learned of the chaotic conditions that existed in Venezuela. The old forces were at work, the jealousies among the officers, the clamoring of the people for a strong hand to guide them. Páez was strong but not strong enough. He thought only of his little "patrecita," his llano homeland. As President of the nation, treating with foreign diplomats, the old vaquero succumbed to the influences of "culture," became avaricious and grew rich from his misuse of public funds. From Soublette came word that conditions alarmed him, that Páez and Mariño were committing abominations. Under their rule, he said, nothing moved smoothly in ac-