In parting with you, my friends, I freely own that a cup of bitterness is put into my hand, which requires all the grace given to me to say “Let thy will be done;” but, if there be a drop bitterer than another, it is not the stopping of my mouth from speaking in a pulpit where I was proud to preach – a pride which has been severely punished; my bitterest drop is not that I shall part with citizens, and Christians with whom I have enjoyed pure pleasure; my greatest bitterness is not in being severed from the haunts of holy fellowship, which shall be dear to me forever; but my bitter, bitterest drop is, to think that, after I have taught the principles of manly liberty and independence, I am leaving noble farmers, and their families, lying down meekly with their neck under the heel of a one-man power.