And you, my fellow-members, patterns of purity and pillars of truth, farewell! Disinterested patriots, I leave you my blessing! Pardon me that I prefer the climate of the Mediterranean to that of the District, and the smiles of my Kitty to the intelligent praises of my country.

Friends of my soul, farewell! I kiss my finger tips! Boo--hoo!" He made a mock bow, and smiled upon an imaginary audience.

Then offering his arm with grave ceremony to his companion as if a crowd had been looking on, he went down stairs..