If you will allow me to be perfectly frank about your first issue, I should like to tell you that THE LITTLE REVIEW seems rather too esthetic in tone and spirit to avoid being "restrictive"--a wish you expressed in your editorial. There is not enough variety in it, for one thing. For another, some of its critical judgments are too personal--are too largely temperamental judgments--to be of any permanent value. You seem to have set out to exploit personalities; and there's a juvenility in many of the articles that I'm afraid you'll all blush for in ten years. A WELL-MEANING CRITIC. The first number of THE LITTLE REVIEW came as a delightful surprise and I have enjoyed reading it. I particularly appreciate the spirit of appreciation running through the pages, which I believe will be of inestimable service to young writers, if you are able to keep it up. M. K. New York. The Little Review looks very interesting. I hope to have the pleasure of reading it through very soon, but at the moment my small sister is devouring it and refuses absolutely to give it up. If you are as successful in pleasing women generally as you have been in pleasing her you need have no fear for the success of the magazine. J. C. P. New York. Professor Foster's essay on _The Prophet of a New Culture_ is magnificent--a soul-searching, heart-breaking bit of writing, fiery and tragic. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay's _How a Little Girl Danced_ is a delightful thing--airy, high-minded, and full of his burning spirit. In fact, THE LITTLE REVIEW is full of things that one reads with a keen zest. W. L. C. Denver. THE LITTLE REVIEW came to hand promptly, but I was unable to read it until last night. That is where I made my first mistake, as I had been denying myself a very pleasant two hours. My second mistake was in having read it at all, as it has now become one of those eight or ten journals which are always welcome and more or less necessary. Ten journals each month (and some weeklies), quietly yet insistently urging me to take them up, are like those good friends who tempt me with an outing in Spring when work is crowding. So with THE LITTLE REVIEW. It has with one reading become a distinctly individual friend. W. M. L. Philadelphia.