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Farewell, ye mountains, source of waters! farewell to your varied

summits, familiar as the faces of friends! ye torrents, whose

voices have been heard from infancy! Farewell! how melancholy the

destiny of one, who, bred up amid your scenes, bids you farewell!

If voluntarily departing with the hope of future gain at this

moment, the dream of wealth loses its attraction, his resolution

falters, and he would fain remain with you, were it not for the

hope of benefiting you by his prosperity.