When Alps rise between us, and rolls the deep sea,
Shall I e'er forget you? Will you forget me?
Ah! no—for my hand you at parting have press'd,
In memory of moments my brightest and best!
How sad heaves my bosom this tear let it tell,
How falters my tongue when it bids you farewell!
Eugenio was on ship-board early the following morn. His friends attended, to wish him bon voyage and a safe return. And as the noble vessel moved majestically along the waters, high above the rest waved adieu the hand of Uncle Timothy!