The Last Chronicle of Barset, With thirty-two illustrations by George H. Thomas. [Bound from the Original Parts]

London: Smith, Elder and Co., 1867. Hardcover. Very good +. Very Good + copy of the First edition, First Issue, bound from the original parts (without the original wrappers and advertisements found in the original wrappered Parts); with the Publisher's rights printed on the verso of both title pages (omitted from verso of title page in vol. 2 for the book form edition) with the plate facing p. 297 of Volume with the semicolon present after "Hoggle-Stockians" (missing in the bound edition), and the plate facing p. 370 spelling "Consent" with a capital "C". On Page 157 of Volume I the final "D" of the running headline is perfect (it appears broken in the second edition), and in Volume 2, p. 298 line 21, third word is "Crawley" (which was changed to "Toogood" in the second edition). The leaves have been rebound in 3/4 blue leather with coordinated blue cloth, the closed page blocks, the pastedowns, and the facing side of each free endpaper of each Volume is marbled as well. Each volume's binding shows some imperfections due to age and use, and a number of the leaves show tiny chips to their leading edges. This work is the last of the six (6) Trollope novels in his wonderful Barsetshire series of novels, and of this final installment Trollope stated: "I regard this as the best novel I have written." The novel is centered around a devout Clergymen, Josiah Crawley, and an allegation made against him that he had stolen a check. The tale also covers the death of quite unpleasant Mrs. Proudie, the then-Bishop's wife, and the Bishop's consequent release from her thralldom. Of Trollope, Henry James stated: "His [Trollope's] great, his inestimable merit was a complete appreciation of the usual. ... [H]e felt all daily and immediate things as well as saw them; felt them in a simple, direct, salubrious way, with their sadness, their gladness, their charm, their comicality, all their obvious and measurable meanings. ... Trollope will remain one of the most trustworthy, though not one of the most eloquent, of the writers who have helped the heart of man to know itself. ... A race is fortunate when it has a good deal of the sort of imagination—of imaginative feeling—that had fallen to the share of Anthony Trollope; and in this possession our English race is not poor." A QUITE SCARCE COPY BOUND FROM THE ORIGINAL PARTS in which the tale was first issued to the public.