The Guardian Angel
“A new Preface” is, I find, promised with my story. If there are any among my readers who loved Aesop's Fables chiefly on account of the Moral appended, they will perhaps be pleased to turn backward and learn what I have to say here.
This tale forms a natural sequence to a former one, which some may remember, entitled “Elsie Venner.” Like that,—it is intended for two classes of readers, of which the smaller one includes the readers of the “Morals” in Aesop and of this Preface.
The first of the two stories based itself upon an experiment which some thought cruel, even on paper. It imagined an alien element introduced into the blood of a human being before that being saw the light. It showed a human nature developing itself in conflict with the ophidian characteristics and instincts impressed upon it during the pre-natal period. Whether anything like this ever happened, or was possible, mattered little: it enabled me, at any rate, to suggest the limitations of human responsibility in a simple and effective way.
If I called these two stories Studies of the Reflex Function in its higher sphere, I should frighten away all but the professors and the learned ladies. If I should proclaim that they were protests against the scholastic tendency to shift the total responsibility of all human action from the Infinite to the finite, I might alarm the jealousy of the cabinet-keepers of our doctrinal museums. By saying nothing about it, the large majority of those whom my book reaches, not being preface-readers, will never suspect anything to harm them beyond the simple facts of the narrative.
Should any professional alarmist choose to confound the doctrine of limited responsibility with that which denies the existence of any self-determining power, he may be presumed to belong to the class of intellectual half-breeds, of which we have many representatives in our new country, wearing the garb of civilization, and even the gown of scholarship. If we cannot follow the automatic machinery of nature into the mental and moral world, where it plays its part as much as in the bodily functions, without being accused of laying “all that we are evil in to a divine thrusting on,” we had better return at once to our old demonology, and reinstate the Leader of the Lower House in his time-honored prerogatives.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL
TO MY READERS.
PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION.
THE GUARDIAN ANGEL
CHAPTER I. AN ADVERTISEMENT.
CHAPTER II. GREAT EXCITEMENT
CHAPTER III. ANTECEDENTS.
CHAPTER IV. BYLES GRIDLEY, A. M.
CHAPTER V. THE TWINS.
CHAPTER VI. THE USE OF SPECTACLES.
CHAPTER VII. MYRTLE'S LETTER—THE YOUNG MEN'S PURSUIT.
CHAPTER VIII. DOWN THE RIVER.
APPENDIX TO CHAPTER VIII. MYRTLE HAZARD'S STATEMENT.
CHAPTER IX. MR. CLEMENT LINDSAY RECEIVES A LETTER, AND BEGINS HIS ANSWER.
CHAPTER X. MR. CLEMENT LINDSAY FINISHES HIS LETTER—WHAT CAME OF IT.
CHAPTER XI. VEXED WITH A DEVIL.
CHAPTER XII. SKIRMISHING.
CHAPTER XIII. BATTLE.
CHAPTER XIV. FLANK MOVEMENT.
CHAPTER XV. ARRIVAL OF REINFORCEMENTS.
CHAPTER XVI. VICTORY.
CHAPTER XVII. SAINT AND SINNER
CHAPTER XVIII. VILLAGE POET.
CHAPTER XIX. SUSAN'S YOUNG MAN.
CHAPTER XX. THE SECOND MEETING.
CHAPTER XXI. MADNESS?
CHAPTER XXII. A CHANGE OF PROGRAMME.
CHAPTER XXIII. MYRTLE HAZARD AT THE CITY SCHOOL.
CHAPTER XXIV. MUSTERING OF FORCES.
CHAPTER XXV. THE POET AND THE PUBLISHER.
CHAPTER XXVI. MRS. CLYMER KETCHUM'S PARTY.
CHAPTER XXVII. MINE AND COUNTERMINE.
CHAPTER XXVIII. MR. BRADSHAW CALLS ON MISS BADLAM
CHAPTER XXIX. MISTRESS KITTY FAGAN CALLS ON MASTER BYLES GRIDLEY.
CHAPTER XXX. MASTER BYLES GRIDLEY CALLS ON MISS CYNTHIA BADLAM.
CHAPTER XXXI. MASTER BYLES GRIDLEY CONSULTS WITH JACOB PENHALLOW, ESQUIRE
CHAPTER XXXII. SUSAN POSEY'S TRIAL.
CHAPTER XXXIII. JUST AS YOU EXPECTED.
CHAPTER XXXIV. MURRAY BRADSHAW PLAYS HIS LAST CARD.
CHAPTER XXXV. THE SPOTTED PAPER.
CHAPTER XXXVI. CONCLUSION.