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Collected Works of Frances Trollope

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by Frances Milton Trollope


  Names of Works.

  Date of

  Publication.

  The Macdermots of Ballycloran,

  1847

  The Kellys and the O’Kellys,

  1848

  La Vendée,

  1850

  The Warden,

  1855

  Barchester Towers,

  1857

  The Three Clerks,

  1858

  Doctor Thorne,

  1858

  The West Indies and the Spanish Main,

  1859

  The Bertrams,

  1859

  Castle Richmond,

  1860

  Framley Parsonage,

  1861

  Tales of All Countries — 1st Series,

  1861

  2d”

  1863

  3d”

  1870

  Orley Farm,

  1862

  North America,

  1862

  Rachel Ray,

  1863

  The Small House at Allington,

  1864

  Can You Forgive Her?

  1864

  Miss Mackenzie,

  1865

  The Belton Estate,

  1866

  The Claverings,

  1867

  The Last Chronicle of Barset,

  1867

  Nina Balatka,

  1867

  Linda Tressel,

  1868

  Phineas Finn,

  1869

  He Knew He Was Right,

  1869

  Brown, Jones, and Robinson,

  1870

  The Vicar of Bullhampton,

  1870

  An Editor’s Tales,

  l870

  Cæsar (Ancient Classics),

  1870

  Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite,

  1871

  Ralph the Heir,

  1871

  The Golden Lion of Granpère,

  1872

  The Eustace Diamonds,

  1873

  Australia and New Zealand,

  1873

  Phineas Redux,

  1874

  Harry Heathcote of Gangoil,

  1874

  Lady Anna,

  1874

  The Way We Live Now,

  1875

  The Prime Minister,

  1876

  The American Senator,

  1877

  Is He Popenjoy?

  1878

  South Africa,

  1878

  John Caldigate,

  1879

  Sundries,

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  Received.

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  £68,939

  17

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  It will not, I am sure, be thought that, in making my boast as to quantity, I have endeavoured to lay claim to any literary excellence. That, in the writing of books, quantity without quality is a vice and a misfortune, has been too manifestly settled to leave a doubt on such a matter. But I do lay claim to whatever merit should be accorded to me for persevering diligence in my profession. And I make the claim, not with a view to my own glory, but for the benefit of those who may read these pages, and when young may intend to follow the same career. Nulla dies sine lineâ. Let that be their motto. And let their work be to them as is his common work to the common labourer. No gigantic efforts will then be necessary. He need tie no wet towels round his brow, nor sit for thirty hours at his desk without moving, — as men have sat, or said that they have sat. More than nine-tenths of my literary work has been done in the last twenty years, and during twelve of those years I followed another profession. I have never been a slave to this work, giving due time, if not more than due time, to the amusements I have loved. But I have been constant, — and constancy in labour will conquer all difficulties. Gutta cavat lapidem non vi, sed sæpe cadendo.

  It may interest some if I state that during the last twenty years I have made by literature something near £70,000. As I have said before in these pages, I look upon the result as comfortable, but not splendid.

  It will not, I trust, be supposed by any reader that I have intended in this so-called autobiography to give a record of my inner life. No man ever did so truly, — and no man ever will. Rousseau probably attempted it, but who doubts but that Rousseau has confessed in much the thoughts and convictions rather than the facts of his life? If the rustle of a woman’s petticoat has ever stirred my blood; if a cup of wine has been a joy to me; if I have thought tobacco at midnight in pleasant company to be one of the elements of an earthly paradise; if now and again I have somewhat recklessly fluttered a £5 note over a card-table; — of what matter is that to any reader? I have betrayed no woman. Wine has brought me to no sorrow. It has been the companionship of smoking that I have loved, rather than the habit. I have never desired to win money, and I have lost none. To enjoy the excitement of pleasure, but to be free from its vices and ill effects, — to have the sweet, and leave the bitter untasted, — that has been my study. The preachers tell us that this is impossible. It seems to me that hitherto I have succeeded fairly well. I will not say that I have never scorched a finger, — but I carry no ugly wounds.

  For what remains to me of life I trust for my happiness still chiefly to my work — hoping that when the power of work be over with me, God may be pleased to take me from a world in which, according to my view, there can be no joy; secondly, to the lov
e of those who love me; and then to my books. That I can read and be happy while I am reading, is a great blessing. Could I remember, as some men do, what I read, I should have been able to call myself an educated man. But that power I have never possessed. Something is always left, — something dim and inaccurate, — but still something sufficient to preserve the taste for more. I am inclined to think that it is so with most readers.

  Of late years, putting aside the Latin classics, I have found my greatest pleasure in our old English dramatists, — not from any excessive love of their work, which often irritates me by its want of truth to nature, even while it shames me by its language, — but from curiosity in searching their plots and examining their character. If I live a few years longer, I shall, I think, leave in my copies of these dramatists, down to the close of James I., written criticisms on every play. No one who has not looked closely into it knows how many there are.

  Now I stretch out my hand, and from the further shore I bid adieu to all who have cared to read any among the many words that I have written.

  [Footnote 14: Writing this note in 1878, after a lapse of nearly three years, I am obliged to say that, as regards the public, The Prime Minister was a failure. It was worse spoken of by the press than any novel I had written. I was specially hurt by a criticism on it in theSpectator. The critic who wrote the article I know to be a good critic, inclined to be more than fair to me; but in this case I could not agree with him, so much do I love the man whose character I had endeavoured to portray.]

  [Footnote 15: The American Senator and Popenjoy have appeared, each with fair success. Neither of them has encountered that reproach which, in regard to The Prime Minister, seemed to tell me that my work as a novelist should be brought to a close. And yet I feel assured that they are very inferior to The Prime Minister.]

  [Footnote 16: This was given by me as a present to my friend John Blackwood.]

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  Series One

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  Dickensiana Volume I

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  Series Two

  Alexander Pushkin

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  Andrew Lang

  Anthony Trollope

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  Jonathan Swift

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  Laurence Sterne

  Mary Shelley

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  Series Four

  Arnold Bennett

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  Captain Frederick Marryat

  Charles Kingsley

  Charles Reade

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  Edgar Rice Burroughs

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  Series Five

  Algernon Blackwood

  Anatole France

  Beaumont and Fletcher

  Charles Darwin

  Edward Bulwer-Lytton

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  E. F. Benson

  Frances Hodgson Burnett

  Friedrich Nietzsche

  George Bernard Shaw

  George MacDonald

  Hilaire Belloc

  John Bunyan

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  Margaret Oliphant

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  Robert W. Chambers

  Samuel Butler

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  Sir Thomas Malory

  Thomas Carlyle

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  Series Six

  Anthony Hope

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  Arthur Morrison

  Baroness Emma Orczy

  Captain Mayne Reid

  Charlotte M. Yonge

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  E. W. Hornung

  Ellen Wood

  Frances Burney

  Frank Norris

  Frank R. Stockton

  Hall Caine

  Horace Walpole

  One Thousand and One Nights

  R. Austin Freeman

  Rafael Sabatini

  Saki

  Samuel Pepys

  Sir Issac Newton

  Stanley J. Weyman

  Thomas De Quincey

  Thomas Middleton

  Voltaire

  William Hazlitt

  William Hope Hodgson

  Series Seven

  Adam Smith

  Benjamin Disraeli

  Confucius

  David Hume

  E. M. Delafield

  E. Phillips Oppenheim

  Edmund Burke

  Ernest Hemingway


  Frances Trollope

  Galileo Galilei

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  W. W. Jacobs

  Ancient Classics

  Achilles Tatius

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  Juvenal

  Livy

  Longus

  Lucan

  Lucian

  Lucretius

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  Martial

  Nonnus

  Ovid

 

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