A family of Africans appear as if they are preparing a meal, as the young child sits in the lap of an adult and a girl in an orange skirt begins to chop food.
The family is getting ready for dinner.
Farewell to you, my hopes, my wonted waking dreams; Farewell, sometimes enjoyed joy, eclipsed are thy beams;Farewell, self-pleasing thoughts which quietness brings forth;And farewell, friendship's sacred league, uniting minds of worth.