What happy memories for me are included in that span of 1000 Numbers, _quorum pars parva fui_. Another very occasional contributor says: This wonderful number of the GIRL’S OWN PAPER will quite overwhelm you with congratulations, I am sure, for it is a record one! For myself, I am humbly delighted with it, and I never hope to have a greater honour than to be associated with so many infinitely more worthy names than my own. This number will be treasured in the annals of the family, especially, too, as I see dear friends’ faces as well therein, and I am next but one to my father’s life-long friend. You must have taken such an amount of pains to collect all the photographs, and our thanks are immensely due to you for all your kind trouble and taste in doing so. While most heartily echoing the first four lines of the last stanza of our valued mutual friend, Miss Helen Burnside, Believe me, yours sincerely, ——. An old favourite story writer—we wonder if our readers can guess the writer by the style!—sends the following: Many thanks for the lovely number! I wish I could live in the Vicar of Wakefield’s room on the first page. How nice if we could all dine there on a summer evening! Is it 1000 weeks ago since you started the GIRL’S OWN PAPER? Old days come back—I go into Cassell’s and see you for the first time. And then I think of the old kindness and faithful friendship, and feel inclined to cry a little! You have done a wonderful work for girls; you have directed their feet to that narrow path in which alone they can find peace. It is a path that runs beside the Living Waters. Because it is so narrow the women of to-day are demanding a wider range, and so go a-wandering. Yesterday I received a copy of the —— from the editor, who asks for a portrait and sketch. In it there is rather a strong paper on the Religion of Women, or, rather, their irreligion. In my sketch, I ventured to touch on the true freedom that can only be obtained through restraint, and on the discipline of the interior life. I think we can see very clearly that Almighty God has blessed you in your work, and I feel sure that you will be helped and strengthened to the end. This is my prayer for you. One of our musical contributors sends a spirited setting (we have great pleasure in printing it in this Number) of Miss Burnside’s “Success and Long Life to the ‘G. O. P.,’” published in the 1000th Number, with the following kind words: BEST OF FRIENDS,—I enclose a little memento of the 1000th Number, over which and its editor we pray for the best of luck. The enclosed “phrases” may seem rather trite, but equally trite is fast friendship, ripened affection and a grateful heart, of all of which accept this token from YOUR OLD CONTRIBUTOR.