As he looked about on his faithful friends, his usual self-command deserted him, and he could not control his voice.

Taking a glass of wine, he lifted it up, and said simply, "With a heart full of love and gratitude I now take my leave of you, most devoutly wishing that your latter days may be as prosperous and happy as your former ones have been glorious and honorable." The toast was drunk in silence, and then Washington added, "I cannot come to each of you and take my leave, but shall be obliged if you will come and take me by the hand." One by one they approached, and Washington grasped the hand of each man and embraced him.

His eyes were full of tears, and he could not trust himself to speak.

In silence he bade each and all farewell, and then, accompanied by his officers, walked to Whitehall Ferry.

Entering his barge, the word was given, and as the oars struck the water he stood up and lifted his hat.