I congratulate you on your thousand weeks, and on the promise which the energy and attractiveness of your thousandth issue give you of a thousand more. It is no small achievement to have held together so sympathetic a team of writers, and to have carried forward such a work so long with general approval.
I miss my chats with you and ——. By way of consolation, the last fortnight I have been clearing out arrears of MSS. and old letters. How they gather in the dust! They make me realise how much is past, and also how much wider and more various is an editor’s work than the part he gives to the public. This you know well, but for you is the future! May it be riper, richer, happier in all its years.
From the Editor of an important and long-established magazine, under whom we were trained, comes the following genial letter:
A thousand thanks for your 1000th Number, which is as bright and genial and clever as its Editor, and that’s saying a great deal for it. Your greeting does my heart good, but it brings me no sting of reproach. I often think of you, my dear old friend, and of the pleasant times we had together in the dear old days. Such is the force of habit that I still think of you as a youngster, and I thank your portrait for confirming that impression. Good luck to you, and to your thousand-week-old baby, and when she scores her second thousand, “may I be there to see” and to rejoice with you.
Your affectionate old chum, ——.
Last, but not least, we must mention, with sincere gratitude, a letter of congratulation from our painstaking printers. Also great indebtedness is due to the Officers of the Society for their expressions of congratulation, as also to the Committee of the Society who are the owners of the magazine.
Now thank we all our God,
With heart, and hands, and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done,
In Whom His world rejoices;