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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by
TICKNOR AND FIELDS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Di rict of Massachusetts.
UNIVERSITY PRESS : Welch, BIGELOW, & Co.,
A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, ,
VOL. XX. — JULY, 1867. — NO. CXVII.
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL.
SUSAN'S YOUNG MAN.
secure him) might look upon it with apprehension, and the owner of Su
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
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by TickNOR and Fields, in the Clerk's Office
of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts VOL. XX. — NO. 117