When men have worked together, they must never be stranger to each other again.

We shall keep our eye on you, and wherever you go, our recommendations shall follow you.

Farewell then, my friends, and may Heaven be with you!" So saying, James Starr wrung the horny hand of the oldest miner, whose eyes were dim with tears.

Then the overmen of the different pits came forward to shake hands with him, whilst the miners waved their caps, shouting, "Farewell, James Starr, our master and our friend!" This farewell would leave a lasting remembrance in all these honest hearts.

Slowly and sadly the population quitted the yard.