ndency in South Carolina in
1780. By John P. Kennedy. Cloth, 12mo. with four illustrations by J.
Watson Davis. Price, $1.00.

Among the old favorites in the field of what is known as historical
fiction, there are none which appeal to a larger number of
Americans than Horseshoe Robinson, and this because it is the only
story which depicts with fidelity to the facts the heroic efforts
of the colonists in South Carolina to defend their homes against
the brutal oppression of the British under such leaders as
Cornwallis and Tarleton.

The reader is charmed with the story of love which forms the thread
of the tale, and then impressed with the wealth of detail
concerning those times. The picture of the manifold sufferings of
the people, is never overdrawn, but painted faithfully and honestly
by one who spared neither time nor labor in his efforts to present
in this charming love story all that price in blood and tears which
the Carolinians paid as their share in the winning of the republic.

Take it all in all, "Horseshoe Robinson" is a work which should be
found on every book-shelf, not only because it is a most
entertaining story, but because of the wealth of valuable
information concerning the colonists which it contains. That it has
been brought out once more, well illustrated, is something which
will give pleasure to thousands who have long desired an
opportunity to read the story again, and to the many who have tried
vainly in these latter days to procure a copy that they might read
it for the first time.

THE PEARL OF ORR'S ISLAND. A story of the Coast of Maine. By Harriet
Beecher Stowe. Cloth, 12mo. Illustrated. Price, $1.00.

Written prior to 1862, the "Pearl of Orr's Island" is ever new; a
book filled with delicate fancies, such as seemingly array
themselves anew each time one reads them. One sees the "sea like an
unbroken mirror all around the pine-girt, lonely shores of Orr's
Island," and straightway comes "the heavy, hollow moan of the surf
on the beach, like the wild angry howl of some savage animal."

Who can read of the beginning of that sweet life, named Mara, which
came into this world under the very shadow of the Death angel's
wings, without having an intense desire to know how the premature
bud blossomed? Again and again one lingers over t