IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. I
SECOND EDITION
LONDON
RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON
Publishers in Ordinary to Her Majesty the Queen
1887

Richard Clay and Sons,
london and bungay.

OMNIBUS WICCAMICIS
T. ADOLPHUS TROLLOPE
B. M. DE WINTON PROPE WINTON COLL.
OLIM ALUMNUS
GRATO ANIMO
D. D. D.

CONTENTS.

[CHAPTER I.]
PAGE
EARLY DAYS IN LONDON[1]
[CHAPTER II.]
EARLY DAYS IN LONDON[28]
[CHAPTER III.]
AT HARROW[57]
[CHAPTER IV.]
AT HARROW[81]
[CHAPTER V.]
AT WINCHESTER[94]
[CHAPTER VI.]
AT WINCHESTER[125]
[CHAPTER VII.]
VISIT TO AMERICA[150]
[CHAPTER VIII.]
VISIT TO AMERICA[168]
[CHAPTER IX.]
AT OXFORD[190]
[CHAPTER X.]
OLD DIARIES[221]
[CHAPTER XI.]
OLD DIARIES[228]
[CHAPTER XII.]
OLD DIARIES[243]
[CHAPTER XIII.]
OLD DIARIES.—AT PARIS[261]
[CHAPTER XIV.]
AT BRUGES.—AT HADLEY[290]
[CHAPTER XV.]
GERMAN TOUR.—IN AUSTRIA[306]
[CHAPTER XVI.]
IN AUSTRIA[328]
[CHAPTER XVII.]
AT BIRMINGHAM[344]
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
THE PARTING OF THE WAYS[355]
[CHAPTER XIX.]
MESMERIC EXPERIENCES[362]
[INDEX]:[A],[B],[C],[D],[E],[F],[G],[H],[I],[J],[K],[L],[M],[N],[O],[P],[Q],[R],[S],[T],[U],[V],[W],[Y],[Z][397]

WHAT I REMEMBER

CHAPTER I.

I have no intention of writing an autobiography. There has been nothing in my life which could justify such a pretension. But I have lived a long time. I remember an aged porter at the monastery of the “Sagro Eremo,” above Camaldoli, who had taken brevet rank as a saint solely on the score of his ninety years. His brethren called him and considered him as Saint Simon simply because he had been porter at that gate for more than sixty years. Now my credentials as a babbler of reminiscences are of a similar nature to those of the old porter. I have been here so many, many years. And then those years have comprised the best part of the nineteenth century—a century during which change has been more rapidly at work among all the surroundings of Englishmen than probably during any other century of which social history has to tell.

Of course middle-aged men know, as well as we ancients, the fact that social life in England—or rather let me say in Europe—is very different from what it was in the days of their fathers, and are perfectly well acquainted with the great and oftentimes celebrated causes which have differentiated the Victorian era from all others. But only the small records of an unimportant individual life, only the memories which happen to linger in an old man’s brain, like bits of drift-weed floating round and round in the eddies of a back-water, can bring vividly before the young of the present generation those ways and manners of acting and thinking and talking in the ordinary every-day affairs of life which indicate the differences between themselves and their grandfathers.