Mr. W. T. Harding, "Oak Hill Cemetery, " Upper Sandusy, Ohio, writes: "All things and events must at sometime, sooner or later, come to an end; and in some cases, regretfully so. Even the very pleasant "European Notes, by the Editor, " are no exception, as he seems to hint in the July number of the Monthly.

As a reader of that much loved magazine, I can no longer refrain from testifying to the merits of the exceedingly interesting "Notes, " which flowed so graphically from his facile pen. How familiar, to the mind's eye, of his correspondent, are many of the scenes, so faithfully pictured. And how " the harp of a thousand strings, " brings back to memory soft notes of olden times, when the master hand strikes the chords which awaken recollections of days gone by. And your pen, dear friend, was the plectrum which often moved one to tears, as I followed your footsteps listening to, and recognizing the minstrel, so skilled in the lays of floral song. Your " Notes " gave no uncertain sounds; but were positively charming, instructive, entertaining, piquant, and prosy. Often sentimental and pathetic; sometimes funny and amusing, all times intelligent, practical and edifying. Rest assured, your readers have been benefited thereby, and if they make no remarks, their " silence gives consent" for "more anon." That you are not " tresspassing on the reader's good nature, " I can vouch, and frankly admit that I am one " who wants to hear stories a year old." To quote the quaint diction of ancient Pepys, they are 'mighty pleasant' reading".