Distance of time and place generally cure what they seem to aggravate; and taking leave of our friends resembles taking leave of the world, of which it has been said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Farewell, my sister, fare thee well. The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort: fare thee well.

Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!

Farewell! For in that word—that fatal word—howe’er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.