The disposition of the illustrations by Robert Barnes in The Graphic (volume 33, 2 January-15 May, 1886). Note: Since all twenty illustrations have dimensions are approximately 8.875 inches by 6.875 inches, the following table indicates only whether they appear in horizontal or vertical format.
| Part | Date | Chapter | Title of Illustration | Page in Magazine | Format |
| 2 January | One | "Hay-trussing —?" said the turnip-hoer, who had already begun shaking his head. "O no." | p. 17 | horizontal | |
| 9 January | Three | The hag opened a little basket behind the fire, and, looking up slyly, whispered, 'Just a thought 'o run in it?" | p. 41 | vertical | |
| 16 January | Five cont'd | Her mother whispered as she drew near, 'Tis he." | p. 69 | vertical | |
| 23 January | Eight | Young Farfrae repeated the last verse. It was plain that nothing so pathetic had been heard at the King of Prussia for a considerable time. | p. 101 | horizontal | |
| 30 January | Ten | "I don't drink now — I haven't since that night." | p. 133 | vertical | |
| 6 February | Fourteen | "Then it's somebody wanting to see us both." | p. 161 | vertical | |
| 13 February | Sixteen | Farfrae was footing a quaint little dance with Elizabeth Jane. | p. 189 | vertical | |
| 20 February | Nineteen | "Don't cry — don't cry," said Henchard, with vehement pathos, "I can't bear it." | p. 217 | vertical | |
| 27 February | Twenty | "Did you do it, or didn't you? Where was it?" | p. 241 | vertical | |
| 6 March | Twenty-two | The man before her was not Henchard. | p. 269 | vertical | |
| 13 March | Twenty-four | She knelt down on the hearth, and took her friend's hands excitedly in her own. | p. 293 | horizontal | |
| 20 March | Twenty-six | In answer to the knock Fall came to the door, candle in hand. | p. 317 | vertical | |
| 27 March | Twenty-seven | "She has gone on with Mr. Henchard, you say?" | p. 341 | vertical | |
| 3 April | Thirty | Henchard turned slightly, and saw that the comer was Jopp, his old foreman. | p. 373. | vertical | |
| 10 April | Thirty-three | Henchard, with withering humility of demeanor, touched the brim of his hat to her. | p. 397 | vertical high. | |
| 17 April | Thirty-five | "Well, Lucetta, I've a bit of news for ye," he said gaily. | p. 421 | vertical | |
| 24 April | Thirty-seven | "Now," said Henchard between gasps, "Your life is in my hands." | p. 449 | horizontal | |
| 1 May | Thirty-nine | Lucetta's eyes were straight upon the spectacle of the uncanny revel." [discussion] | p. 477 | vertical | |
| 8 May | Forty-one | "Elizabeth, my child, come and hearken to what we are talking about and not bide staring out o' window as if ye didn't hear." | p. 509 | horizontal | |
| 15 May | Forty-four | "I have done wrong in coming to 'ee . . . I'll never, never trouble 'ee again, Elizabeth Jane." | p. 529 | vertical |
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