Barchester Towers

by Anthony Trollope

  On returning to Barchester, he found that Mr Quiverful had not yet slept in the hospital house, or entered on his new duties. He accordingly made known to that gentleman his wishes, and his proposition was not rejected.

  It was a bright, clear morning, though in November, that Mr Harding and Mr Quiverful, arm in arm, walked through the hospital gate. It was one trait in our old friend’s character that he did nothing with parade. He omitted, even in the more important doings of his life, that sort of parade by which most of us deem it necessary to grace our important doings. We have house-warmings, christenings, and gala days; we keep, if not our own birthdays, those of our children; we are apt to fuss ourselves if called upon to change our residences, and have, almost all of us, our little state occasions. Mr Harding had no state occasions. When he left his old house, he went forth from it with the same quiet composure as though he were merely taking his daily walk; and now that he re-entered it with another warden under his wing, he did so with the same quiet step and calm demeanour. He was a little less upright than he had been five years, nay, it was now nearly six years ago; he walked perhaps a little slower; his foot-fall was perhaps a thought less firm; otherwise one might have said that he was merely returning with a friend under his arm.

  This friendliness was everything to Mr Quiverful. To him, even in his poverty, the thought that he was supplanting a brother clergyman so kind and courteous as Mr Harding had been very bitter. Under his circumstances it had been impossible for him to refuse the proffered boon; he could not reject the bread that vas offered to his children, or refuse to ease the heavy burden that had so long oppressed that poor wife of his; nevertheless, it had been very grievous to him to think that in going to the hospital he might encounter the ill-will of his brethren in the diocese. All this Mr Harding had fully comprehended. It was for such feelings as these, for the nice comprehension of such motives, that his heart and intellect were peculiarly fitted. In most matters of worldly import the archdeacon set down his father-in-law as little better than a fool. And perhaps he was right. But in some other matters, equally important if they be rightly judged, Mr Harding, had he been so minded, might with as much propriety have set down his son-in-law for a fool. Few men, however, are constituted as was Mr Harding. He had that nice appreciation of the feelings of others which belongs of right exclusively to women.

  Arm in arm they walked into the inner quadrangle of the building, and there the five old men met them. Mr Harding shook hands with them all, and then Mr Quiverful did the same. With Bunce Mr Harding shook hands twice, and Mr Quiverful was about to repeat the same ceremony, but the old man gave him no encouragement.

  ‘I am very glad to know that at last you have a new warden,’ said Mr Harding in a very cheery voice.

  ‘We be very old for any change,’ said one of them; ‘but we do suppose it be all for the best.’

  ‘Certainly – certainly it is for the best,’ said Mr Harding. ‘You will again have a clergyman of your own church under the same roof with you, and a very excellent clergyman you will have. It is a great satisfaction to me to know that so good a man is coming to take care of you, and that it is no stranger, but a friend of my own who will allow me from time to time to come in and see you.’

  ‘We be very thankful to your reverence,’ said another of them.

  ‘I need not tell you, my good friends,’ said Mr Quiverful, ‘how extremely grateful I am to Mr Harding for his kindness to me – I must say his uncalled-for, unexpected kindness.’

  ‘He be always very kind,’ said a third.

  ‘What I can do to fill the void which he left here, I will do. For your sake and my own I will do so, and especially for his sake. But to you who have known him, I can never be the same well-loved friend and father that he has been.’

  ‘No, sir, no,’ said old Bunce, who hitherto had held his peace; ‘no one can be that. Not if the new bishop sent a hangel to us out of heaven. We doesn’t doubt you’ll do your best, sir, but you’ll not be like the old master, not to us old ones.’

  ‘Fie, Bunce, fie; how dare you talk in that way?’ said Mr Harding; but as he scolded the old man he still held him by his arm, and pressed it with warm affection.

  There was no getting up any enthusiasm in the matter. How could five old men tottering away to their final resting-place be enthusiastic on the reception of a stranger? What could Mr Quiverful be to them, or they to Mr Quiverful? Had Mr Harding indeed come back to them, some last flicker of joyous light might have shone forth on their aged cheeks; but it was in vain to bid them rejoice because Mr Quiverful was about to move his fourteen children from Puddingdale into the hospital house. In reality they did no doubt receive advantage, spiritual as well as corporal; but this they could neither anticipate nor acknowledge.

  It was a dull affair enough, this introduction of Mr Quiverful; but still it had its effect. The good which Mr Harding intended did not fall to the ground. All the Barchester world, including the five old bedesmen, treated Mr Quiverful with the more respect because Mr Harding had thus walked in, arm in arm with him, on his first entrance to his duties.

  And here in their new abode we will leave Mr and Mrs Quiverful, and their fourteen children. May they enjoy the good things which Providence has at length given to them!

  CHAPTER 19

  Conclusion

  THE end of a novel, like the end of a children’s dinner-party, must be made up of sweetmeats and sugar-plums. There is now nothing else to be told but the gala doings of Mr Arabin’s marriage, nothing more to be described than the wedding-dresses, no further dialogue to be recorded than that which took place between the archdeacon who married them, and Mr Arabin and Eleanor who were married. ‘Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife,’ and ‘wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together according to God’s ordinance?’ Mr Arabin and Eleanor each answered, ‘I will.’ We have no doubt that they will keep their promises; the more especially as the Signora Neroni had left Barchester before the ceremony was performed.

  Mrs Bold had been somewhat more than two years a widow before she was married to her second husband, and little Johnny was then able with due assistance to walk on his own legs into the drawing-room to receive the salutations of the assembled guests. Mr Harding gave away the bride, the archdeacon per-formed the service, and the two Miss Grantlys, who were joined in their labours by other young ladies of the neighbourhood, performed the duties of bridesmaids with equal diligence and grace. Mrs Grantly superintended the breakfast and bouquets, and Mary Bold distributed the cards and cake. The archdeacon’s three sons had also come home for the occasion. The elder was great with learning, being regarded by all who knew him as a certain future double first. The second, however, bore the palm on this occasion, being resplendent in a new uniform. The third was just entering the University, and was probably the proudest of the three.

  But the most remarkable feature in the whole occasion was the excessive liberality of the archdeacon. He literally made presents to everybody. As Mr Arabin had already moved out of the par-sonage of St Ewold’s, that scheme of elongating the dining-room was of course abandoned; but he would have refurnished the whole deanery had he been allowed. He sent down a magnificent piano by Erard,1 gave Mr Arabin a cob which any dean in the land might have been proud to bestride, and made a special present to Eleanor of a new pony-chair that had gained a prize in the Exhibition.2 Nor did he even stay his hand here; he bought a set of cameos for his wife, and a sapphire bracelet for Miss Bold; showered pearls and workboxes on his daughters, and to each of his sons he presented a cheque for £. On Mr Harding he be-stowed a magnificent violoncello with all the new-fashioned arrangements and expensive additions, which on account of these novelties that gentleman could never use with satisfaction to his audience or pleasure to himself.

  Those who knew the archdeacon well, perfectly understood the causes of his extravagance. ’Twas thus that he sang his song of triumph over Mr Slope. This was his paean, his hymn of thanks-giving
, his loud oration. He had girded himself with his sword, and gone forth to the war; now he was returning from the field laden with the spoils of the foe. The cob and the cameos, the violoncello and the pianoforte, were all as it were trophies reft from the tent of his now conquered enemy.

  The Arabins after their marriage went abroad for a couple of months, according to the custom in such matters now duly established, and then commenced their deanery life under good auspices. And nothing can be more pleasant than the present arrangement of ecclesiastical affairs in Barchester. The titular bishop never interfered, and Mrs Proudie not often. Her sphere is more extended, more noble, and more suited to her ambition than that of a cathedral city. As long as she can do what she pleases with the diocese, she is willing to leave the dean and chapter to themselves. Mr Slope tried his hand at subverting the old-established customs of the close, and from his failure she has learnt experience. The burly chancellor and the meagre little prebendary are not teased by any application respecting Sabbath-day schools, the dean is left to his own dominions, and the intercourse between Mrs Proudie and Mrs Arabin is confined to a yearly dinner given by each to the other. At these dinners Dr Grantly will not take a part; but he never fails to ask for and receive a full account of all that Mrs Proudie either does or says.

  His ecclesiastical authority has been greatly shorn since the palmy days in which he reigned supreme as mayor of the palace to his father, but nevertheless such authority as is now left to him he can enjoy without interference. He can walk down the High Street of Barchester without feeling that those who see him are comparing his claims with those of Mr Slope. The intercourse between Plumstead and the deanery is of the most constant and familiar description. Since Eleanor has been married to a clergy-man, and especially to a dignitary of the church, Mrs Grantly has found many more points of sympathy with her sister; and on a coming occasion, which is much looked forward to by all parties, she intends to spend a month or two at the deanery. She never thought of spending a month in Barchester when little Johnny Bold was born!

  The two sisters do not quite agree on matters of church doctrine, though their differences are of the most amicable description. Mr Arabin’s church is two degrees higher than that of Mrs Grantly. This may seem strange to those who will remember that Eleanor was once accused of partiality to Mr Slope; but it is no less the fact. She likes her husband’s silken vest, she likes his adherence to the rubric,3 she specially likes the eloquent philosophy of his sermons, and she likes the red letters in her own prayer-book. It must not be presumed that she has a taste for candles, or that she is at all astray about the real presence; but she has an inkling that way. She sent a handsome subscription towards certain very heavy ecclesiastical legal expenses which have lately been incurred in Bath,4 her name of course not appearing; she assumes a smile of gentle ridicule when the Archbishop of Canterbury is named,5 and she has put up a memorial window in the cathedral.

  Mrs Grantly, who belongs to the high and dry church, the high church as it was some fifty years since, before tracts were written and young clergymen took upon themselves the highly meritorious duty of cleaning churches, rather laughs at her sister. She shrugs her shoulders, and tells Miss Thorne that she supposes Eleanor will nave an oratory in the deanery before she has done. But she is not on that account a whit displeased. A few high church vagaries do not, she thinks, sit amiss on the shoulders of a young dean’s wife. It shows at any rate that her heart is in the subject; and it shows moreover that she is removed, wide as the poles asunder, from that cesspool of abomination in which it was once suspected that she would wallow and grovel. Anathema maranatha!6 Let anything else be held as blessed, so that that be well cursed. Welcome kneelings and bowings, welcome matins and complines, welcome bell, book, and candle, so that Mr Slope’s dirty surplices and ceremonial Sabbaths be held in due execration!

  If it be essentially and absolutely necessary to choose between the two, we are inclined to agree with Mrs Grantly that the bell, book, and candle are the lesser evil of the two. Let it however be understood that no such necessity is admitted in these pages.

  Dr Arabin (we suppose he must have become a doctor when he became a dean) is more moderate and less outspoken on doctrinal points than his wife, as indeed in his station it behoves him to be. He is a studious, thoughtful, hard-working man. He lives constantly at the deanery, and preaches nearly every Sunday. His time is spent in sifting and editing old ecclesiastical literature, and in producing the same articles new. At Oxford he is generally regarded as the most promising clerical ornament of the age. He and his wife live together in perfect mutual confidence. There is but one secret in her bosom which he has not shared. He has never yet learned how Mr Slope had his ears boxed.

  The Stanhopes soon found that Mr Slope’s power need no longer operate to keep them from the delight of their Italian villa. Before Eleanor’s marriage they had all migrated back to the shores of Como. They had not been resettled long before the signora received from Mrs Arabin a very pretty though very short epistle, in which she was informed of the fate of the writer. This letter was answered by another, bright, charming, and witty, as the signora’s letters always were; and so ended the friendship between Eleanor and the Stanhopes.

  One word of Mr Harding, and we have done.

  He is still Precentor of Barchester, and still pastor of the little church of St Cuthbert’s. In spite of what he has so often said himself, he is not even yet an old man. He does such duties as fall to his lot well and conscientiously, and is thankful that he has never been tempted to assume others for which he might be less fitted.

  The Author now leaves him in the hands of his readers; not as a hero, not as a man to be admired and talked of, not as a man who should be toasted at public dinners and spoken of with conventional absurdity as a perfect divine, but as a good man without guile, believing humbly in the religion which he has striven to teach, and guided by the precepts which he has striven to learn.

  Notes

  In preparing the notes to this edition I have consulted two previous editions of Barchester Towers, the Oxford Trollope annotated by R. W. Chapman (1953). and David Skilton’s Pan Classics edition (1980), Where I am indebted to these editors for the identification of a quotation or contemporary source, this is acknowledged by the editor’s name in square brackets.

  VOLUME I

  CHAPTER 1

  1 (p. 1). as the ministry of Lord—was going to give place to that of Lord— The only contemporary parallel for the departing Conservative ministry is that of Lord Derby in December 1852, and certain other details, such as the short life of the ministry and the outgoing premier’s fondness for horse-racing, suggest Derby. The incoming Whig administration, however, is almost certainly based on that of Lord Palmerston (1784–1865), which came to power in February 1855 after the fall of Lord Aberdeen’s coalition government. As suggested in the Introduction, Dr Proudie can be seen as a fictional ‘Palmerston bishop’, one of the many Low Church and Evangelical promotions Palmerston made at the suggestion of his son-in-law Lord Shaftesbury.

  2 (p. 1). proverb with reference to the killing of cats: ‘There are more ways of killing a cat than choking it with cream.’

  3 (p. 2). Sir Lamda Mewnew and Sir Omicron Pie: One of Trollope’s more heavy-footed jokes: lambda, mu, nu, omicron and pi are the letters 1, m, n, o, and p in the Greek alphabet.

  4 (p. 7). conning over a Newmarket list: i.e. a list of the horses running at Newmarket races.

  5 (p. 7). The Jupiter: Trollope’s name for The Times, which was known at this period as ‘The Thunderer’ because of the magisterial pronouncements of its leader columns. The other papers mentioned are fictitious.

  6 (p. 8). nolo episcopari: Literally, ‘I do not want to be a bishop’, the formal reply traditionally made to the offer of a bishopric.

  7 (p. 8). Fitzjeames: James (or ‘Jeames’) Plush was Thackeray’s favourite name for the footmen who figure prominently in his early comic and satirical writings. Their literary
efforts are to be found in The Memoirs of C. J. Yellowplush (1837–8) and The Diary of C. Jeames de la Pluche (1845–6), who signs himself ‘Fitz-James de la Pluche’ in a prefatory letter. Trollope’s ‘Fitzjeames’ combines this well-known comic figure with a suggestion of the novelist G. P. R. James (1799–1860), whose popular historical romances were parodied by Thackeray in ‘Barbazure. By G. P. R. Jeames’, one of his Novels by Eminent Hands (1847).

  8 (p. 8). Sydney Smith: (1771–1845). The clergyman, journalist and celebrated wit, well known for his Whig sympathies and reforming views. I have been unable to trace this exact quotation in Smith’s published writings, but it is very much in the tolerant, worldly spirit of his belief in ‘rational religion’. Trollope had met Smith in the 1840s and may be recalling a remark made in conversation.

  9 (p. 8). ‘last infirmity of noble minds’: See Milton, Lycidas, line 71.

  10 (p. 8). Ecclesiastical Commission: Convened by Sir Robert Peel in 1835, the Ecclesiastical Duties and Revenues Commission was conceived as a body which would strengthen the Established Church, then under attack from reformers outside the Church, by initiating moderate reform. Among the chief targets for criticism were pluralism, which allowed a single clergyman to draw income from more than one living, and the great disparity of income between the various sees (in 1835 Canterbury averaged £19,182 a year, Durham £19,066, Llandaff only £924). One of the Commission’s first recommendations was that the stipends of bishops should be equalized in all but the senior sees, and this became law in the Established Church Act of 1836.