It may be interesting to give a list of the contributors to the first number. My novel called _Framley Parsonage_ came first. At this banquet the saddle of mutton was served before the delicacies. Then there was a paper by Sir John Bowring on _The Chinese and Outer Barbarians_. The commencing number of _Lovel the Widower_ followed. George Lewes came next with his first chapters of _Studies in Animal Life_. Then there was Father Prout's _Inauguration Ode_, dedicated to the author of _Vanity Fair_,--which should have led the way. I need hardly say that Father Prout was the Rev. F. Mahony. Then followed _Our Volunteers_, by Sir John Burgoyne; _A Man of Letters of the Last Generation_, by Thornton Hunt; _The Search for Sir John Franklin_, from a private journal of an officer of the Fox, now Sir Allen Young; and _The First Morning of 1860_, by Mrs. Archer Clive. The number was concluded by the first of those _Roundabout Papers_ by Thackeray himself, which became so delightful a portion of the literature of _The Cornhill Magazine_. It would be out of my power, and hardly interesting, to give an entire list of those who wrote for _The Cornhill_ under Thackeray's editorial direction. But I may name a few, to show how strong was the support which he received. Those who contributed to the first number I have named. Among those who followed were Alfred Tennyson, Jacob Omnium, Lord Houghton, William Russell, Mrs. Beecher Stowe, Mrs. Browning, Robert Bell, George Augustus Sala, Mrs. Gaskell, James Hinton, Mary Howitt, John Kaye, Charles Lever, Frederick Locker, Laurence Oliphant, John Ruskin, Fitzjames Stephen, T. A. Trollope, Henry Thompson, Herman Merivale, Adelaide Proctor, Matthew Arnold, the present Lord Lytton, and Miss Thackeray, now Mrs. Ritchie. Thackeray continued the editorship for two years and four months, namely, up to April, 1862; but, as all readers will remember, he continued to write for it till he died, the day before Christmas Day, in 1863. His last contribution was, I think, a paper written for and published in the November number, called, "_Strange to say on Club Paper_," in which he vindicated Lord Clyde from the accusation of having taken the club stationery home with him. It was not a great subject, for no one could or did believe that the Field-Marshal had been guilty of any meanness; but the handling of it has made it interesting, and his indignation has made it beautiful.