You ask me to bid your magazine good speed; and so far as I have any right, I do indeed. It seems you are setting out to watch the street of Life from a high balcony, where at all events the air should be fresh and sunrise sometimes visible. I hope you will decide to sleep out there under the stars, for what kills most literary effort is the hothouse air of temples, clubs, and coteries, that, never changed, breeds in us by turn febrility and torpor. Enthusiasms are more convincing from those who have not told their loves too often. And criticism more poignant from one who has been up at dawn, seen for himself and put down his impression before he goes on 'Change. There is a saying of de Maupassant about a writer sitting down before an object until he has seen it in the way that he alone can see it, seen it with the part of him which makes him This man and not That. For the creative artist and the creative critic there is no rule, I think, so golden. And I did seem to notice in America that there was a good deal of space and not much time; and that without too much danger of becoming "Yogis" people might perhaps sit down a little longer in front of things than they seemed to do. But I noticed too a great energy and hope. These will be your servants to carry through what will not, surely, be just an exploit or adventure, but a true and long comradeship with effort that is worth befriending. So all good fortune! Very faithfully yours, JOHN GALSWORTHY. Five Japanese Prints ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE I KIYONOBU SPEAKS The actor on his little stage Struts with a mimic rage.-- Across my page My passion in his form shall tower from age to age. What he so crudely dreams In vague and fitful gleams, The crowd esteems.-- Well! let the future judge, if his or mine this seems-- This calm Titanic mould Stalking in colours bold Fold upon fold-- This lord of dark, this dream I dreamed of old! II FIGURE BY OKUMURA MASANOBU Garbed in flowing folds of light, Azure, emerald, rose, and white, Watchest thou across the night. Crowned with splendor is thine head: All the princes great and dead Round thy limbs their state have shed-- Calm, immutable to stand-- Gracious head and poisèd hand-- O'er the years that flow like sand. III PILLAR-PRINT BY KIYOMITSU A place for giant heads to take their rest Seems her pale breast. Her sweeping robe trails like the cloud and wind Storms leave behind. The ice of the year, and its Aprilian part, Sleep in her heart. Wherefore, small marvel that her footsteps be Like strides of Destiny! IV PILLAR-PRINT BY TOYONOBU