EDITOR: I suppose that's the proper way to address you now.
I congratulate you with all my heart on your brilliant success and rapid advancement.

Here you are at nineteen, while I am only a rattle-brained sophomore.

I don't mind being called that, by the way, for at least it credits me with the possession of brains.

Not that I am doing so very badly.

I am probably in the first third of the class, and that implies respectable scholarship here.
"But you--I can hardly realize that you, whom I knew only two or three years since as a printer's apprentice (I won't use Fletcher's word), have lifted yourself to the responsible position of sole editor.