When they desired him to tarry longer time with them, he consented not; but bade them _farewell_.--Acts, xviii. 20, 21. Finally, brethren, _farewell_.--II. Corinthians, xiii. 11. _Farewell!_ There is a spell within the word: Methinks I never heard it sound so mournful; Oh, thou subdued, oft scarce articulate sound, How powerful thou art! How strong to move The hidden strings that guide us puppet mortals! Pass-word of memory--of by-gone days-- Thou everlasting epitaph--is there A land in which thou hast no dwelling-place? Wherein may be nor pageantry nor pride, Nor altars, save the pure one of the heart, Nor tombs, except for sorrow; and no tears; There is a world, Oh God, where human lips May say _Farewell!_ no more. _Dilnot Sladden._ When eyes are beaming What never tongue might tell, When tears are streaming From their crystal cell: When hands are link’d that dread to part, And heart is met by throbbing heart. Oh! bitter, bitter is the smart Of them that bid _Farewell_! When hope is chidden, That fain of bliss would tell, And love forbidden In the breast to dwell: When fettered by a viewless chain, We turn and gaze, and turn again; Oh! death were mercy to the pain Of them that bid _Farewell_. _Bishop Heber._ ’Tis well, if well thou farest Upon thy heavenly way; With joy the lips that love thee Then _Fare-thee-well_ may say. _Egone._ FATHER. The Mighty God, the everlasting _Father_.--Isaiah, ix. 6. O Lord, Thou art our _Father_; we are the clay, and Thou our potter; and we all are the work of Thy hand.--Isaiah, lxiv. 8. Our _Father_ which art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in Heaven.--Matthew, vi. 9, 10. We have one _Father_, even God.--John, viii. 41. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the _Father_ of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.--James, i. 17. _Father_, King, whose heav’nly face Shines serene upon our race; Mindful of Thy guardian care, Slow to punish, prone to spare; We Thy majesty adore, We Thy well-known aid implore; Not in vain Thy aid we call, Nothing want, for Thou art all! Source of being, source of light, With unfading beauties bright; Thee, when morning greets the skies, Blushing sweet with humid eyes: Thee, when soft declining day Sinks in purple waves away; Thee, O Parent, will I sing, To Thy feet my tribute bring! _Wesley._ _Father_ and Friend! Thy light, Thy love, Beaming through all Thy works we see; Thy glory gilds the heavens above, And all the earth is full of Thee.