Trollope is almost alone in being the great bard of liberal democracy.
We have seen no one but Mrs. Trollope and her pretty little girl Beatrice, who is a musical genius.
I have only a vague notion that it might have been one of Trollope's political novels.
Mrs. Trollope's account of it may perhaps entertain the reader; therefore I have put it in the Appendix.
Trollope was sometimes inconsistent with names of people or places.
Mr. Trollope's novels will have a special value for the future student of English social life in the nineteenth century.
The artistic defect of Mr. Trollope is that he never does anything else.
With Trollope we weep, if it so happen we can, for a given shame or wrong.
Mrs. Trollope has described it for us with very little exaggeration.
His characters do not lack style,—the Duke of Omnium is a very great person indeed,—but Trollope himself has none.