This Cyprian, She is a thousand, thousand changing things; She brings more pain than any god; she brings More joy. I cannot judge her. May it be An hour of mercy when she looks on me. I do agree that "a million, million changing things" is somehow more perfect; I even agree now, though not at first, with the order of attributes: "She brings more joy than any god, she brings more pain." On a re-reading of _Aeolus_ I am taken with the way you misquoted it. Joy was surely first in the Greek's life. And of course the human beauty of the thing made me think immediately of the way Mrs. Browning "struck off" Euripides: Our Euripides, the human, With his droppings of warm tears And his touches of things common Till they rose to touch the spheres! KATHERINE TAPPERT. Davenport, Iowa. ... I don't know when I've read anything so inspiring as that letter from Galsworthy. Can't all of you who are helping to make the magazine arrange to march up to it mentally and present your "copy" for approval before you decide to print it? I like the article on Paderewski and the one about _The Dark Flower_. But do be careful of "beauty" and "passion." It's easy to make them commonplace. Also spare your adjectives a bit; you don't need an adjective for everything. I realize that your abbreviations are made in the interest of readableness, but however informal you want to make it you only succeed in sounding hideously colloquial. It doesn't read well, and it makes me feel that you're trying to achieve through the style what ought to be achieved quite simply through the material itself. Not that I approve of anything stilted, but you can easily overdo the other side of it. And wouldn't it be better to leave some of the things unsigned? People who don't know that the various Anderson contributors are unrelated will think it's rather a family monopoly. The Ficke poems are exquisite; and how I love Nicholas Vachel Lindsay's! Also I like the New York letter very much, but George Soule's _Major Symphony_ could just as well be unwritten. Poetry has to be so much better than that to be real poetry. Another thing: I think your quotations from _Succession_ weren't as efficient as you hoped. It's a book that can't well be quoted except to one who knows it. You wanted frankness, so here it is. Otherwise, I have nothing but praise for the whole glorious undertaking! LOIS ALLEN PETERS. Philadelphia. [Being a sister of the editor, Mrs. Peters speaks her mind with a freedom that enchants us. It also helps us--though we want to shake her for one or two of those remarks. However--may her letter serve as a model to timid but opinionated readers!--THE EDITOR.]