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485 Bowery at Night, The
Charles Dawson Shanly.
602 By-Ways of Europe. From Perpignan to Montserrat. Bayard Taylor
495 A Visit to the Balearic Islands. I. Bayard Taylor
680 Busy Brains
570 Canadian Woods and Waters
Charles Dawson Shanly.
229 Conspiracy at Washington, The Cretan Days.
Wm. 7. Stillman
533 Dinner Speaking
Edward Everett Hale
507 Doctor Molke,
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43 Edisto, Up the
T. W. Higginson
157 Foster, Stephen C., and Negro Minstrelsy.
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608 Fugitives from Labor
370 Grandmother's Story: The Great Snow
716 Gray Goth, In the
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559 Great Public Character, A
James Russell Lowell.
618 Growth, Limitations, and Toleration of Shakespeare's Genius E. P. Whipple
178 Guardian Angel, The. VII., VIII., IX., X., XI., XII. Oliver Wendell Holmes 1, 129, 257, 385, 513, 641Hospital Memories. I., II.
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144, 324 International Copyright.
430 Jesuits in North America, The .
George E. Ellis
362 Jonson, Ben
E. P. Whipple
403 Longfellow's Translation of Dante's Divina Commedia
188 Liliput Province, A
W. Winwood Reade
247 Literature as an Art
T. W. Higginson
745 Little Land of Appenzell, The
213 Minor Elizabethan Dramatists
E. P. Whipple.
692 Minor Italian Travels
W. D. Howells
337 Mysterious Personage, A.
658 Opinions of the late Dr. Nott, respecting Books, Studies and Orators E. D. Sanborn
527 Pacific Railroads, Our
704 Padua, At
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15 Piano in the United States, The
82 Poor Richard. II., III.
• Henry James, Jr. Prophetic Voices about America. A Monograph Charles Sumner
275 Religious Side of the Italian Question, The
108 Rose Rollins, The. I., II.
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420, 545 Sunshine and Petrarch
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307 Struggle for Life, A
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REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.
A Magasine of Literature, Science, Art,
VOL. XX. — JULY, 1867. - NO. CXVII.
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL.
secure him) might look upon it with
apprehension, and the owner of SuSUSAN'S YOUNG MAN.
san's heart (if of a jealous disposition) THERE seems no reasonable doubt might have thought it worth while to that Myrtle Hazard might have made a make a visit to Oxbow Village to see safe thing of it with Gifted Hopkins, (if after his property. so inclined,) provided that she had only It may seem not impossible that some been secured against interference. But friend had suggested as much as this the constant habit of reading his verses to the young lady's lover. The caution to Susan Posey was not without its would have been unnecessary, or at risk to so excitable a nature as that of least premature. Susan was loyal as the young poet.
Poets always were ever to her absent friend. Gifted Hopcapable of divided affections, and Cow- kins had never yet presumed upon the ley's “ Chronicle” is a confession that familiar relations existing between them would fit the whole tribe of them. It to attempt to shake her allegiance. It is true that Gifted had no right to re- is quite as likely, after all, that the gard Susan's heart as open to the wiles young gentleman about to make his of any new-comer. He knew that she
appearance in Oxbow Village visited considered herself, and was considered the place of his own accord, without a by another, as pledged and plighted. hint from anybody. But the fact conYet she was such a devoted listener, cerns us more than the reason of it, her sympathies were so easily roused, just now. her blue eyes glistened so tenderly at “Who do you think is coming, Mr. the least poetical hint, such as “ Nev- Gridley ? Who do you think is comer, o never," • My aching heart,” ing ?” said Susan Posey, her face cov“Go, let me weep,” — any of those ered with a carnation such as the first touching phrases out of the long cata- season may see in a city belle, but not logue which readily suggests itself, the second. that her influence was getting to be “ Well, Susan Posey, I suppose I such that Myrtle (if really anxious to must guess, though I am rather slow at
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that business. Perhaps the Governor. knew what her plans had been except No, I don't think it can be the Gover- Olive and Cyprian, who had observed nor, for you would n't look so happy if a very kind silence about the whole it was only his Excellency. It must be matter. The common version of the the President, Susan Posey, — Pres- story was harmless, and near enough ident James Buchanan. Have n't I to the truth, — down the river, — boat guessed right, now, tell me, my dear ? ” upset, — pulled out, taken care of by
“O Mr. Gridley, you are too bad, some women in a house farther down, what do I care for governors
and presi- sick, brain fever, — pretty near it, dents ? I know somebody that 's worth anyhow, — old Dr. Hurlbut called in, fifty million thousand presidents, - and - had her hair cut, — hystericky, etc., he's coming, - my Clement is com- etc. ing,” said Susan, who had by this time Myrtle was contented with this statelearned to consider the awful Byles ment, and asked no questions, and it Gridley as her next friend and faithful was a perfectly understood thing that counsellor.
nobody alluded to the subject in her Susan could not stay long in the presence. It followed from all this that house after she got her note informing the name of Clement Lindsay had no her that her friend was soon to be with peculiar meaning for her.
Nor was her. Everybody told everything to she like to recognize him as the youth Olive Eveleth, and Susan must in whose company she had gone over to the Parsonage to tell her that through her mortal peril, for all her there was a young gentleman coming recollections were confused and dreamto Oxbow Village ; upon which Olive like from the moment when she awoke asked who it was, exactly as if she did and found herself in the foaming rapids not know; whereupon Susan dropped just above the fall, until that when her her
eyes and said, “ Clement, - I mean senses returned, and she saw Master Mr. Lindsay."
Byles Gridley standing over her with That was a fair piece of news now, that look of tenderness in his square and Olive had her bonnet on five min- features which had lingered in her recutes after Susan was gone, and was on ollection, and made her feel towards her way to Bathsheba's, - it was too him as if she were his daughter. bad that the poor girl who lived so out Now this had its advantage; for as of the world should n't know anything Clement was Susan's young man, and of what was going on in it. Bathsheba had been so for two or three years,
it had been in all the morning, and the would have been a great pity to liave Doctor had said she must take the air any such curious relations established every day; so Bathsheba had on her between him and Myrtle Hazard as a bonnet a little after Olive had
gone, and consciousness on both sides of what walked straight up to The Poplars to had happened would naturally suggest. tell Myrtle Hazard that a certain young “ Who is this Clement Lindsay, gentleman, Clement Lindsay, was com- Bathsheba ?” Myrtle asked. ing to Oxbow Village.
“Why, Myrtle, don't you remember It was perhaps fortunate that there about Susan Posey's is-to-be, — the was no special significance to Myrtle young man that has been — well, I in the name of Clement Lindsay. don't know, but I suppose engaged to Since the adventure which had brought her ever since they were children althese two young persons together, and, most?” after coming so near a disaster, had “ Yes, yes, I remember now. 0 ended in a mere humiliation and dis- dear! I have forgotten so many things appointment, and but for Master Grid- I should think I had been dead and ley's discreet kindness might have led was coming back to life again. Do to foolish scandal, Myrtle had never re- you know anything about him, Bathferred to it in any way. Nobody really sheba? Did n't somebody say he was
very handsome? I wonder if he is re- it was true that what she saw meant a ally in love with Susan Posey. Such a great deal. It meant the dawning in simple thing! I want to see him. I Myrtle Hazard of one of her as yet have seen so few young men.”
unlived secondary lives. Bathsheba's As Myrtle said these words, she lift- virgin perceptions had caught a faint ed the sleeve a little on her left arm, early ray of its glimmering twilight. by a half-instinctive and half-voluntary She answered, after a very slight movement. The glimmering gold of pause, which this explanation has made Judith Pride's bracelet flashed out the seem so long, that she had never seen yellow gleam which has been the redden- the young gentleman, and that she did ing of so many hands and the blacken- not know about Susan's sentiments. ing of so many souls since that innocent Only, as they had kept so long to each sin-breeder was first picked up in the other, she supposed there must be love land of Havilah. There came a sud- between them. den light into her eye, such as Bath- Myrtle fell into a revery, with cersheba bad never seen there before. It tain tableaux glowing along its perlooked to her as if Myrtle were saying spectives which poor little Susan Posey unconsciously to herself that she had would have shivered to look upon, if the power of beauty, and would like they could have been transferred from to try its influence on the handsome the purple clouds of Myrtle's imaginayoung man whom she was soon to meet, tion to the pale silvery mists of Sueven at the risk of unseating poor san's pretty fancies. She sat in her little Susan in his affections. This day-dream long after Bathsheba had pained the gentle and humble-minded left her, her eyes fixed, not on the faded girl, who, without having tasted the portrait of her beautiful ancestress, but world's pleasures, had meekly conse- on that other canvas where the dead crated herself to the lowly duties which Beauty seemed to live in all the splenlay nearest to her. For Bathsheba's dors of her full-blown womanhood. phrasing of life was in the monosyllables of a rigid faith. Her conceptions The young man whose name had of the human soul were all simplicity set her thoughts roving was handsome, and purity, but elementary. She could as the glance at him already given not conceive the vast license the cre- might have foreshadowed. But his ative energy allows itself in mingling features had a graver impress than his the instincts which, after long conflict, age seemed to account for, and the may come into harmonious adjustment. sober tone of his letter to Susan im The flash which Myrtle's eye had caught plied that something had given him a from the gleam of the golden bracelet maturity beyond his years. The story filled Bathsheba with a sudden fear that was not an uncommon one. At sixshe was like to be led away by the teen he had dreamed — and told his vanities of that world lying in wicked- dream. At eighteen he had awoke, and ness of which the minister's daughter found, as he believed, that a young had heard so much and seen so little. heart had grown to his so that its life
Not that Bathsheba made any fine was dependent on his own. Whether moral speeches to herself.
it would have perished if its filaments felt a slight shock, such as a word or had been gently disentangled from the a look from one we love too often gives object to which they had attached us,-such as a child's trivial gesture themselves, experienced judges of such or movement makes a parent feel, matters may perhaps question. To that impalpable something which in justify Clement in his estimate of the the slightest possible inflection of a syl- danger of such an experiment, we must lable or gradation of a tone will some- remember that to young people in their times leave a sting behind it, even in teens a first passion is a portentous a trusting heart. This was all. But and unprecedented phenomenon. The