/0/218/coverbig.jpg?v=20171121104919)
Chapter 38 Conclusion
Touch us gently, gentle Time!
We've not proud or soaring wings,
Our ambition, our content,
Lies in simple things;
Humble voyagers are we
O'er life's dim unsounded sea;
Touch us gently, gentle Time!
BARRY CORNWALL.
Not many days after John Barton's funeral was over, all was arranged respecting Jem's appointment at Toronto; an
/0/19326/coverbig.jpg?v=a6142241a8905133f5e55a30e0d59de8)
/0/1740/coverbig.jpg?v=001767fd366b71441fef83f712787dde)
/0/1741/coverbig.jpg?v=91323b4841f0654a21247583188db643)
/0/1711/coverbig.jpg?v=d11e15701e4931141900f3d6ba7478dc)
/0/5974/coverbig.jpg?v=5a26e0f3690e6222809006b9e30001e5)
/0/1596/coverbig.jpg?v=c08d4d0ce34ae8011745ecaf20b7dc1d)