Category: Anthony Trollope

by Anthony Trollope

“Let the boys have it if they like it,” said Mrs. Garrow, pleading to her only daughter on behalf of her two sons.

“Pray don’t, Mamma,” said Elizabeth Garrow. “It only means romping. To me all that … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

from Trollope’s Tales of all Countries series.

I shall never forget my first introduction to country life in Ireland, my first day’s hunting there, or the manner in which I passed the evening afterwards. Nor shall I … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

(Published in the London Review, 2 March 1861)

The prettiest scenery in all England–and if I am contradicted in that assertion, I will say in all Europe–is in Devonshire, on the southern and southeastern skirts of … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

That Belgium is now one of the European kingdoms, living by its own laws, resting on its own bottom, with a king and court, palaces and parliament of its own, is known to all the world. And … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

I am an Englishman, living, as all Englishman should do, in England, and my wife would not, I think, be well pleased were any one to insinuate that she were other than an Englishwoman; but in the … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

The Pyreneean valley in which the baths of Vernet are situated is not much known to English, or indeed to any travellers. Tourists in search of good hotels and picturesque beauty combined, do not generally extend their … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

There is nothing so melancholy as a country in its decadence, unless it be a people in their decadence. I am not aware that the latter misfortune can be attributed to the Anglo-Saxon race in any part … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

Why Mrs. General Talboys first made up her mind to pass the winter of 1859 at Rome I never clearly understood. To myself she explained her purposes soon after her arrival at the Eternal City, by declaring, … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

It is generally supposed that people who live at home,–good domestic people, who love tea and their arm-chairs, and who keep the parlour hearth-rug ever warm,–it is generally supposed that these are the people who value home … Read the rest

by Anthony Trollope

Few Englishmen or Englishwomen are intimately acquainted with the little town of Le Puy. It is the capital of the old province of Le Velay, which also is now but little known, even to French ears, for … Read the rest