VOL. X.-No. 1. THE GIPSY LOVER. JANUARY, 1862. "It is nonsense, absolute nonsense!" I exclaimed to myself, as I paced the narrow limits of my little sitting-room with my uncle's letter in my hand. "They must be crazy, all of them, to let that child marry! Why, it was only a few years ago that she and I used to sail acorn cups together on the lake and hunt the hedges for birds'-nests and swing on the field-gates and act in all manner of unruly ways, and now she is going to PRICE 25 CENTS. be married! Oh, Helen! Helen!" I cried, as I threw myself into a chair, buried my face in my hands, and, I believe, shed a few very unmanly tears; for I loved my sweet cousin with all my heart, and to hear that she was about to be another's stirred the very depths of my nature. But what right had I to love her! I, a poor medical student, just passed, with some half dozen poor patients, no dependence beyond my profession, no prospects in the future, no establishment in the present? And well I knew that it was for that her |