Good-by, my boy.

God bless you.

You have sent out a Christian sailor to work for him on the seas.

You have sent out a lover of his country to strive to do her honor in his closet on his knees, at his duty in the fight, and in his hammock when they drop him into the deep sea." Derry wrung the hand of the young patriot, and then moved away with quick uncertain steps.

A lonely man, yet not alone, there was a comfort and joy in the rough sailor's heart.