From The Times: Review of The Yellow Book

The
principal upon which the YELLOW BOOK (John
Lane) is edited would seem to be that at inter-
vals of every three months a section of the read-
ing public is seized with a craving for fresh
work by Mr. Henry Harland, Miss Ella D’Arcy,
and other of the little school of writers whom
the Bodley Head has brought into notice. The
contributions, therefore, tend, to run largely in
the same groove, but still, as the present
is the twelfth issue, oen must perhaps
admit, mindful of the fate of the “Savoy,” that
the pricinple serves its purpose well enough.
Both the writers named have contributed stories
rather above their usual mark, Mr. Harland’s
being marred only by a quite unnecessarily
unpleasant finish. Mr. William Watson has a
poem which both in meter and in matter is some-
what suggestive of Matthew Arnold; Mr. Henry
James discusses once more the oft-discussed
relations between De Musset and Georges Sand;
Mr. Le Gallienne sens a couple of prose
fancies, while contributions from Dr. Garnett
and Mr. F. A. Swettenham and short poems
by Mr. Stephen Phillips and Mr. Kenneth
Grahame make up a number that well sustains
the average of interest. Of the drawings, it is
impossible to speak with any enthusiasm.