The day previous to their final departure from Brussels Adelaide devoted in bidding a fond and final farewell to those she sincerely regarded, and from whom were received numberless attentions during her sojourn. Adelaide took a parting look at scenes that were endeared to her by past associations and pleasing recollections.
"Farewell!" she mentally said, "thou fair and flourishing city!—patroness of the arts, the mistress of painting—thou queen of fountains, farewell! Ever rich and luxuriant be thy valleys, thy gardens, and thy groves; and long may the olive on thy undulating hills shadow this happy realm in peace!"
Then, with her accustomed enthusiasm, Adelaide wrote the following
farewell to belgium!
Farewell, blest land! I leave the while
Serene and social spot;
Ne'er winding Scheldt, nor devious Dyle,
By mem'ry be forgot!
Dear peaceful scenes for many a year,