A chapter of the Bible was read and then we had family prayers.
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Four years! and during that time the width of the earth between us and our loved one! I recall particularly my mother's face during the farewell scene; she was seated in an arm chair beside my brother.

After the prayer she had upon her face an infinitely sweet, but wistful smile, and an expression of submissive trust; but suddenly an unexpected change came over her features, and in spite of her efforts at self-control her tears flowed.
I had never before seen my mother weep, and it caused me the greatest anguish.
The first few days after his departure I had a feeling of sadness, and I missed him greatly; often and often I went into his room, and the little treasures which he had confided to my care were as sacred as holy relics.
Upon a map of the world I had my parents point out to me the route of his journey, a journey which would take about five months.