No. V. THE FAREWELL. The following Lines, written by Mr. Gillard, on leaving our hospitable friends at Grand Lewchew, speak not only his own, but the general, feeling on that occasion. THE sails are set,-the anchor's weigh'd; And, friendly signs at parting made, We bid the land a last adieu! From crowded boats, that grace our wake, Their mute" FAREWELL" the natives take, Slowly the vessels glide along, While groups from every village pour, |