Thackeray

Thackeray, by Anthony Trollope

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Title: Thackeray
Author: Anthony Trollope

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Language: English
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English Men of Letters
Edited by John Morley
THACKERAY
by
ANTHONY TROLLOPE

London: MacMillan and Co. 1879. The Right of Translation and
Reproduction is Reserved. Charles Dickens and Evans, Crystal Palace
Press.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
PAGE BIOGRAPHICAL 1
CHAPTER II.
FRASER'S MAGAZINE AND PUNCH 62
CHAPTER III.
VANITY FAIR 90
CHAPTER IV.

PENDENNIS AND THE NEWCOMES 108
CHAPTER V.
ESMOND AND THE VIRGINIANS 122
CHAPTER VI.
THACKERAY'S BURLESQUES 139
CHAPTER VII.
THACKERAY'S LECTURES 154
CHAPTER VIII.
THACKERAY'S BALLADS 168
CHAPTER IX.
THACKERAY'S STYLE AND MANNER OF WORK 184

THACKERAY
CHAPTER I.
BIOGRAPHICAL.
In the foregoing volumes of this series of English Men of Letters, and
in other works of a similar nature which have appeared lately as to the
Ancient Classics and Foreign Classics, biography has naturally been, if
not the leading, at any rate a considerable element. The desire is
common to all readers to know not only what a great writer has written,
but also of what nature has been the man who has produced such great
work. As to all the authors taken in hand before, there has been extant
some written record of the man's life. Biographical details have been

more or less known to the world, so that, whether of a Cicero, or of a
Goethe, or of our own Johnson, there has been a story to tell. Of
Thackeray no life has been written; and though they who knew
him,--and possibly many who did not,--are conversant with anecdotes
of the man, who was one so well known in society as to have created
many anecdotes, yet there has been no memoir of his life sufficient to
supply the wants of even so small a work as this purports to be. For this
the reason may simply be told. Thackeray, not long before his death,
had had his taste offended by some fulsome biography. Paragraphs, of
which the eulogy seemed to have been the produce rather of personal
love than of inquiry or judgment, disgusted him, and he begged of his
girls that when he should have gone there should nothing of the sort be
done with his name.
We can imagine how his mind had worked, how he had declared to
himself that, as by those loving hands into which his letters, his notes,
his little details,--his literary remains, as such documents used to be
called,--might naturally fall, truth of his foibles and of his shortcomings
could not be told, so should not his praises be written, or that flattering
portrait be limned which biographers are wont to produce. Acting upon
these instructions, his daughters,--while there were two living, and
since that the one surviving,--have carried out the order which has
appeared to them to be sacred. Such being the case, it certainly is not
my purpose now to write what may be called a life of Thackeray. In
this preliminary chapter I will give such incidents and anecdotes of his
life as will tell the reader perhaps all about him that a reader is entitled
to ask. I will tell how he became an author, and will say how first he
worked and struggled, and then how he worked and prospered, and
became a household word in English literature;--how, in this way, he
passed through that course of mingled failure and success which,
though the literary aspirant may suffer, is probably better both for the
writer and for the writings than unclouded early glory. The suffering no
doubt is acute, and a touch of melancholy, perhaps of indignation, may
be given to words which have been written while the heart has been too
full of its own wrongs; but this is better than the continued note of
triumph which is still heard in the final voices of the spoilt child of
literature, even when they are losing their music. Then I will tell how

Thackeray died, early indeed, but still having done a good life's work.
Something of his manner, something of his appearance I can