Until I received my monthly number of THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER this morning I did not realise what an important one it was. Allow me to add my congratulations to the many you have already doubtless received on the success attending your venture. I find THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER a household word wherever I go, and quite as much appreciated in Ireland and Scotland as in England. I think you have solved the problem how to instruct as well as amuse our daughters and young people most wonderfully, and feel proud to be on your staff. I have been delayed in sending you the rest of my papers by fresh bereavement and continued illness. In a short time, however, I hope they will be in your hands. With repeated well wishes of a longer life and even more success to the magazine. A quite _old_ writer on our staff says: My congratulations on the issue of No. 1000 of our dear GIRL’S OWN PAPER in her pretty new dress. You must look back on the nearly twenty years of healthy, useful, and refining life that your and our paper has passed through with infinite pleasure and thankfulness, for it has been and it is a blessing both to the girls and their elders. It was with no little emotion that I looked at No. 1000, for to my connection with THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER I am indebted for one who has been from the beginning of our acquaintance the best and truest of friends to me that I am proud to call such. May God bless you, and give you in the future to see more and more abundant fruit for your labours. It seemed so wonderful for me to be able to say, “I had one complete short paper and two chapters of another in the second number of THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER, and the 1000th Number has in it a paper of mine also.” Didn’t I feel proud when I saw a paper of mine in _the_ number? I have grown, I will not say gray, but very white in the service of THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER, and it will cost me a terrible pang when I am no longer able to write anything worthy of a place in the dear, familiar pages. I am trying to get new subscribers to our paper. I got two at the beginning of the volume. If only each reader could get one more! The paper ought to be a greater favourite than ever, for it is prettier, and has never been in every way so good as it is now. One who has written but very seldom writes: MY DEAR OLD FRIEND,—Amid the many cries of congratulation from important people and numerous friends, let my small voice be heard. It seems to me a great triumph, in spite of opposition, to have sailed calmly on and made your thousandth port unattended by serious rivals. My own idea of celebrating such an event is a dinner given by “the staff” to the Editor, and I for one would make a struggle to form one of such an interesting and pleasing company.