The subjects on which one might speak of Julia are vast in scope, beyond all counting, in view of her intellectual standing, which embraces literature, society, and politics, and touches the many sides of her life, so full of virtues and of productive works done in obscurity.

But in obedience to the magazine's wish, I confine my hurried word to "Julia the Friend," sorrowing that a second star of Arabic letters should fall in our beloved Lebanon, so that history records in a single year an immortal page and a great, irreparable loss — Salma first, and Julia today.

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I wept for Salma with eyes brimming with tears — and today I weep for "Julia the Friend," whose friendship I enjoyed for a time long enough to teach me the loyalty of woman toward woman, stripped of all selfishness — I will not say jealousy, "that natural jealousy of a woman toward her sister woman," for there was in no woman any literary or spiritual quality that Julia could have envied her.

This on the literary side; as for the material, such things were too paltry in her eyes to draw a glance from her, for she turned all the powers of her soul and her thought to what is loftier and higher than the outward ornaments women have been accustomed to call upon to draw eyes to themselves.

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Julia the friend — this friendship goes back to the first day I knew her, when I kept to myself, mixing with no one but those enclosed by the walls of my house, amusing myself by writing a few articles over a pen name lest some accuse me of intruding upon literature.

I do not know how Julia learned the truth of the matter, but she visited me at my house to ask me to join the association of the "Women's League."

I thought the request too great and refused it with all my strength, for until then I imagined that my presence among a company of literary ladies

was more than my powers could bear. I held back and she insisted, until she won me over with her argument that brooked no objection, inscribing in the history of my life the first shining page of woman's loyalty to woman.

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And so I walked with her, following in her footsteps and taking example from her unceasing struggle, which on meeting day would drive her to call at every lady's house to fetch her in her car, giving us a lesson in order and perseverance in the service of the noble aim required of woman — that struggle was a second page of Julia's friendship and loyalty toward her sister woman.

The third page came the day she visited me at my house to ask that I be the speaker at a women's