She went up to her room, disembarrassed herself of her finery, - Anthony Trollope

Barchester Towers has become one of those novels which do not die quite at once, which live and are read for perhaps a quarter of a century.

Every man to himself is the centre of the whole world; — the axle on which it all turns. All knowledge is but his own perception of the things around him. All love, and care for others, and solicitude for the world's welfare, are but his own feelings as to the world's wants and the world's merits.

Take away from English authors their copyrights, and you would very soon take away from England her authors.