At length Bonaparte knocked the ashes out of his pipe.
"It is time that I took my departure, dear friend," he said; "but, before I do so, shall we not close this evening of sweet communion and brotherly intercourse by a few words of prayer?
Oh, how good and how pleasant a thing it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the dew upon the mountains of Hermon; for there the Lord bestowed a blessing, even life for evermore." "Stay and drink some coffee," said the German.
"No, thank you, my friend; I have business that must be done tonight," said Bonaparte.

"Your dear son appears to have gone to sleep.

He is going to take the wagon to the mill tomorrow! What a little man he is." "A fine boy." But though the boy nodded before the fire he was not asleep; and they all knelt down to pray.
When they rose from their knees Bonaparte extended his hand to Waldo, and patted him on the head.
"Good night, my lad," said he.

"As you go to the mill tomorrow, we shall not see you for some days.

Good night! Good-bye! The Lord bless and guide you; and may He bring you back to us in safety and find us all as you have left us!" He laid some emphasis on the last words.