Tears dimmed her lovely eyes and trickled down her cheeks.

The scene was too sacred for other eyes.

She had started off alone, wishing to pay the last tribute of respect to her silent friends in a manner becoming the solemnity of the occasion.
We leave Mary Douglas in her sylvan retreat and follow other members of the family in their tender leave-taking.
Miss Douglas echoes the same spirit as her sister, but with less poetic eloquence and fervent inspiration.

She looks upon the faces of many dear young friends and feels a deep pang of sorrow as their tears mingle with her own.

John Douglas, no longer a mischievous, romping, and noisy boy, but an engaging and attractive young gentleman, ready to enter the army, takes a hearty leave of his former schoolmates and companions with sincere regret, bearing with him their united wishes for his future welfare and success in life.
It would be an endless task to enumerate the bitter repinings and tender leave-taking between each member of the family, and the numerous hosts of sincere friends who pressed around them, eager to wish God speed on the journey.