Across the heath the day-gleam creeps, The landscape glows with radiance fair Above the hill the sun-god peeps, And flings the points of glory there. In bosky dell and upland glade, Dame Nature sets her signet bright— Where rippling rill and mossy fen Flash glistening in the glorious light. Now comes the bride, a sylvan sprite, Bedecked in robes of spotless hue; Reluctant stands, in sweet affright, Aglisten with the morning dew; Then speeds away, in merry chase To run the course so well begun; God grant her strength and days of grace, To win the race ere set of sun. _W. O. Thomas._ IMPORTANT NOTICE Owing to the election of Governor Robt. L. Taylor to the United States Senate, and his inability to give all his time to the splendid magazine his fame and talents had made so successful, Trotwood’s Monthly has combined with the Bob Taylor Magazine, an account of which will be found on another page. By this combination we have the largest list of subscribers of any Southern Magazine and are in position to give our readers a better magazine than either publication could give separately. Trotwood personally wishes to assure his friends that the Taylor-Trotwood magazine will continue to follow the same literary lines and to follow the same plans and literary methods Trotwood’s Monthly has pursued from the beginning. In short, it will be the same old Trotwood with better facilities, larger scope, a greater field, more capital and a wider influence, assisted from the United States Senate by the wit, pathos and humor of the inimitable Bob Taylor, the friend and champion of the plain, honest, common people of his country. We congratulate ourselves and feel warranted in congratulating the many thousand readers of Trotwood. TROTWOOD PUBLISHING COMPANY. [Illustration: BOOKS AND AUTHORS] LILLIAN KENDRICK BYRN ON NEWFOUND RIVER. By Thomas Nelson Page. New York: Chas. Scribner’s Sons. Price, $1.50. Mr. Page, whose place among the foremost of living American authors no one disputes, has given us, in “On Newfound River,” a charming love story. It is not so long or so elaborate as “Red Rock,” but the author says of it: “It does not pretend to be a novel. It is, on its face a love story of simple country life in Old Virginia ... the incidents are those which might have taken place in a rural community before the war where the gentry ruled in a sort of manorial manner, and their poorer neighbors bore a relation to them, part retainer, part friend.” The illustrations are by John Edwin Jackson, a young Southern artist who has risen to the front rank in the illustrating world by the merit and sympathetic quality of his work. THE AMULET. By Charles Egbert Craddock. New York: Macmillan & Co. Price, $1.50.