Portmanteaus are packed--my time is come.
Adieu, New Orleans!--adieu, kind host and amiable family, and a thousand thanks for the happy days I spent under your roof.

Adieu, all ye hospitable friends, not forgetting my worthy countryman the British consul.

The ocean teapot is hissing, the bell rings, friends cry, kiss, and smoke--handkerchiefs flutter in the breeze, a few parting gifts are thrown on board by friends who arrive just too late; one big-whiskered fellow with bushy moustache picks up the parting _cadeau_--gracious me! he opens it, and discloses a paper bag of lollipops; another unfolds a precious roll of chewing tobacco.

Verily, extremes do meet.

The "Cherokee" is off, and I'm aboard.