"I've seen that look on another face of the same blood--it's a great many years ago, and she was dead before you were born, my boy,--but I've seen that look, and it meant trouble then, and I'm afraid it means trouble now. I see some danger of a brain fever. And if she doesn't have that, then look out for some hysteric fits that will make mischief.... I've been through it all before in that same house. Live folks are only dead folks warmed over. I can see 'em all in that girl's face.--Handsome Judith to begin with. And that queer woman, the Deacon's mother--there's where she gets that hystericky look. Yes, and the black-eyed woman with the Indian blood in her--look out for that--look out for that. ... Four generations--four generations, man and wife--yes, five generations before this Hazard child I've looked on with these old eyes. And it seems to me that I can see something of almost every one of 'em in this child's face--it's the forehead of this one, and it's the eyes of that one, and it's that other's mouth, and the look that I remember in another, and when she speaks, why, I've heard that same voice before--yes, yes--as long ago as when I was first married." Aside from the interest of the story there is a strange fascination in tracing the development of these various ancestral traits. "This body in which we journey across the isthmus between the two oceans is not a private carriage, but an omnibus," says old Byles Gridley in his _Thoughts on the Universe_--dead book that was destined to so grand a resurrection! Surely no one can deny the successive development of inherited bodily aspects and habitudes, and the same thing happens, the author avers, "in the mental and moral nature, though the latter may be less obvious to common observation." _The Guardian Angel_ while a deep study of the Reflex Function in its higher sphere, is not without its lighter, more mirthful side. Says _The London News_, "the story is exceedingly humorous and comic in the less serious chapters. There is no such minor poet in the whole range of fiction as the immortal Gifted Hopkins. In the character of Hopkins all the foibles and vanities of the literary nature are exemplified in the most mirthful manner. If Doctor Holmes has more characters like Gifted Hopkins in his mind, the hilarity of two continents is not in much danger of being extinguished." Here is a glimpse of the young poet when racked with jealousy: "He retired pensive from the interview, and flinging himself at his desk, attempted wreaking his thoughts upon expression, to borrow the language of one of his brother bards, in a passionate lyric which he began thus: Another's! Another's! O the pang, the smart! Fate owes to Love a deathless grudge-- The barbed fang has rent a heart Which--which--