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Anthony Trollope. An Autobiography of Anthony Trollope
An Autobiography of Anthony Trollope
Table of Contents
PREFACE
CHAPTER I
MY EDUCATION. 1815-1834
CHAPTER II
MY MOTHER
CHAPTER III
THE GENERAL POST OFFICE. 1834-1841
CHAPTER IV
IRELAND—MY FIRST TWO NOVELS. 1841-1848
CHAPTER V
MY FIRST SUCCESS. 1849-1855
CHAPTER VI
BARCHESTER TOWERS AND THE THREE CLERKS. 1855-1858
CHAPTER VII
DOCTOR THORNE—THE BERTRAMS—THE WEST INDIES AND THE SPANISH MAIN
CHAPTER VIII
THE CORNHILL MAGAZINE AND FRAMLEY PARSONAGE
CHAPTER IX
CASTLE RICHMOND—BROWN, JONES, AND ROBINSON—NORTH AMERICA—ORLEY FARM
CHAPTER X
THE SMALL HOUSE AT ALLINGTON—CAN YOU FORGIVE HER?—RACHEL RAY—AND THE FORTNIGHTLY REVIEW
CHAPTER XI
THE CLAVERINGS—THE PALL MALL GAZETTE—NINA BALATKA—AND LINDA TRESSEL
CHAPTER XII
ON NOVELS AND THE ART OF WRITING THEM
CHAPTER XIII
ON ENGLISH NOVELISTS OF THE PRESENT DAY
CHAPTER XIV
ON CRITICISM
CHAPTER XV
THE LAST CHRONICLE OF BARSET—LEAVING THE POST OFFICE—ST. PAUL'S MAGAZINE
CHAPTER XVI
BEVERLEY
CHAPTER XVII
THE AMERICAN POSTAL TREATY—THE QUESTION OF. COPYRIGHT WITH AMERICA—FOUR MORE NOVELS
CHAPTER XVIII
THE VICAR OF BULLHAMPTON—SIR HARRY HOTSPUR—AN EDITOR'S TALES—CÆSAR
CHAPTER XIX
RALPH THE HEIR—THE EUSTACE DIAMONDS—LADY ANNA—AUSTRALIA
CHAPTER XX
THE WAY WE LIVE NOW AND THE PRIME MINISTER—CONCLUSION
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Anthony Trollope
Published by Good Press, 2022
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I think it was in the autumn of 1831 that my mother, with the rest of the family, returned from America. She lived at first at the farmhouse, but it was only for a short time. She came back with a book written about the United States, and the immediate pecuniary success which that work obtained enabled her to take us all back to the house at Harrow,—not to the first house, which would still have been beyond her means, but to that which has since been called Orley Farm, and which was an Eden as compared to our abode at Harrow Weald. Here my schooling went on under somewhat improved circumstances. The three miles became half a mile, and probably some salutary changes were made in my wardrobe. My mother and my sisters, too, were there. And a great element of happiness was added to us all in the affectionate and life-enduring friendship of the family of our close neighbour, Colonel Grant. But I was never able to overcome—or even to attempt to overcome—the absolute isolation of my school position. Of the cricket-ground or racket-court I was allowed to know nothing. And yet I longed for these things with an exceeding longing. I coveted popularity with a covetousness that was almost mean. It seemed to me that there would be an Elysium in the intimacy of those very boys whom I was bound to hate because they hated me. Something of the disgrace of my school-days has clung to me all through life. Not that I have ever shunned to speak of them as openly as I am writing now, but that when I have been claimed as schoolfellow by some of those many hundreds who were with me either at Harrow or at Winchester, I have felt that I had no right to talk of things from most of which I was kept in estrangement.
Through all my father's troubles he still desired to send me either to Oxford or Cambridge. My elder brother went to Oxford, and Henry to Cambridge. It all depended on my ability to get some scholarship that would help me to live at the University. I had many chances. There were exhibitions from Harrow—which I never got. Twice I tried for a sizarship at Clare Hall,—but in vain. Once I made a futile attempt for a scholarship at Trinity, Oxford,—but failed again. Then the idea of a university career was abandoned. And very fortunate it was that I did not succeed, for my career with such assistance only as a scholarship would have given me, would have ended in debt and ignominy.
