there
seems to be a rather small proportion of American works
included in the list, I think that this may be worthy of note.

With kindest regards, I remain,
Very truly yours,
ARTHUR E. BOSTWICK.
_Chief of the Circulation Department_.

MY DEAR MISS KATE SANBORN:

How kind and generous you are to my books, and therefore, to
me! How thoroughly you understand them and know why I wrote
them!

When a book of mine is sent out into the cold world of
indifferent reviewers, I read their platitudinous words, trying
to be grateful; but waiting, waiting, knowing that ere long I
shall get a little clipping from the _Somerville Journal_,
written by Kate Sanborn; and then I shall know what the book
is. If it's good, she'll say so, and if it isn't, I think she
would say so; but that alternative never has come to me. But I
would far rather have her true words of dispraise than all
machine-made twaddle of nearly all the book columns of our
great American press.

It is such generous minds as yours that have kept me writing. I
should have stopped long ago if I had not had them.

ALICE MORSE EARLE.

It is impossible to give you a perfect pen picture of Breezy
Meadows or of its mistress, Kate Sanborn, just as it is
impossible to paint the tints of a glorious sunset stretching
across the winter sky. Breezy Meadows is an ideal country home,
and the mistress of it all is a grand woman--an honor to her
sex, and a loyal friend. Her whole life seems to be devoted to
making others happy, and a motto on one of the walls of the
house expresses better than I can, her daily endeavour:

"Let me, also, cheer a spot,
Hidden field or garden grot,
Place where passing souls may rest,
On the way, and be their best."
BARBARA GALPIN.

As a lecturer, Miss Kate Sanborn is thoroughly unique. Whatever
her topic, one is always sure there will be wit and the
subtlest humour in her discourse, bits of philosophy of life,
and the most practical common sense, flashes of laughable
personal history, and gems of scholarship. It is always certain
that the