His heart was full.

I felt with him, and could not but weep likewise.
The last day will show whether our tears were not the tears of sincerity and Christian love.
It was time for my return.

I leaned upon his arm as we ascended the steep cliff on my way back to my horse, which I had left at the top of the hill.

Humility and thankfulness were marked in his countenance.

I leaned upon his arm with the feelings of a _brother_.