The Bertrams — Text and Context
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This is undoubtedly the age of humanity--as far, at least, as England is concerned. A man who beats his wife is shocking to us, and a colonel who cannot manage his soldiers without having them beaten is nearly equally so. We are not very fond of hanging; and some of us go so far as to recoil under any circumstances from taking the blood of life. We perform our operations under chloroform; and it has even been suggested that those schoolmasters who insist on adhering in some sort to the doctrines of Solomon should perform their operations in the same guarded manner. If the disgrace be absolutely necessary, let it be inflicted; but not the bodily pain.
So far as regards the low externals of humanity, this is doubtless a humane age. Let men, women, and children have bread; let them have if possible no blows, or, at least, as few as may be; let them also be decently clothed; and let the pestilence be kept out of their way. In venturing to call these low, I have done so in no contemptuous spirit; they are comparatively low if the body be lower than the mind. The humanity of the age is doubtless suited to its material wants, and such wants are those which demand the promptest remedy. But in the inner feelings of men to men, and of one man's mind to another man's mind, is it not an age of extremest cruelty?
There is sympathy for the hungry man; but there is no sympathy for the unsuccessful man who is not hungry. If a fellow mortal be ragged, humanity will subscribe to mend his clothes; but humanity will subscribe nothing to mend his ragged hopes so long as his outside coat shall be whole and decent.
To him that hath shall be given; and from him that hath not shall be taken even that which he hath. This is the special text that we delight to follow, and success is the god that we delight to worship. "Ah! pity me. I have struggled and fallen--struggled so manfully, yet fallen so utterly--help me up this time that I may yet push forward once again!" Who listens to such a plea as this? "Fallen! do you want bread?" "Not bread, but a kind heart and a kind hand." "My friend, I cannot stay by you; I myself am in a hurry; there is that fiend of a rival there even now gaining a step on me. I beg your pardon; but I will put my foot on your shoulder--only for one moment. _Occupet extremum scabies._"
Yes. Let the devil take the hindmost; the three or four hindmost if you will; nay, all but those strong-running horses who can force themselves into noticeable places under the judge's eye. This is the noble shibboleth with which the English youth are now spurred on to deeds of--what shall we say?--money-making activity. Let every place in which a man can hold up his head be the reward of some antagonistic struggle, of some grand competitive examination. Let us get rid of the fault of past ages. With us, let the race be ever to the swift; the victory always to the strong. And let us always be racing, so that the swift and strong shall ever be known among us. But what, then, for those who are not swift, not strong? _Væ victis!_ Let them go to the wall. They can hew wood probably; or, at any rate, draw water.
Were we to ask Lord Derby, or Lord Palmerston, or to consult the shade of Lord George Bentinck--or to go to those greater authorities on the subject, Mr. Scott, for instance, and the family of the Days--we should, I believe, be informed that the race-horse requires a very peculiar condition. It is not to be obtained quickly, and, when obtained, will fit the beast for no other than that one purpose of running races. Crucifix was never good at going in a cab; Ilione never took her noble owner down to the house of Parliament; nor has Toxopholite been useful in Leicestershire.
The first chapter, titled "Væ Victis!" (Woe to the Vanquished!), immediately announces a moral argument that will shadow the entire novel. Trollope contrasts the age's physical humanity—feeding the hungry, sparing the rod—with its spiritual cruelty toward those who fail. "Success is the god that we delight to worship," he writes, and the novel's opening scenes dramatize this creed: a breakfast table, a new vicar, a prima donna. The reader is placed in a world where outward decency masks a relentless competition for status, and where even the most sympathetic characters must navigate a system that rewards the strong.
The Sermon That Sets the Stage
The novel's epigraph is not a biblical verse but a Latin cry of defeat, and the first paragraph expands it into a full-throated indictment of the age. Trollope's narrator speaks directly to the reader, claiming that while we pity the hungry, we have "no sympathy for the unsuccessful man who is not hungry." This is not a passing remark; it is the thematic engine. The opening chapter functions as a secular sermon, establishing a moral framework against which the actions of George Bertram, Sir Lionel, and the other characters will be measured. Readers should note how this initial polemic colors every subsequent judgment of success and failure.
Card Tables and Cruelty at Littlebath
The excerpts from later in the novel shift to a social scene at Miss Todd's, where a game of whist becomes a battlefield. Lady Ruth, an elderly woman with a history of paralysis, is verbally attacked by Miss Ruff, whose "tongue went faster and faster." The description is clinical and theatrical: Lady Ruth's jaw drops, her head bobs "in a strange unearthly manner," and she clutches her cards. When she finally speaks, her revenge is a single, slow sentence: "I wish she had a glass tongue as well, because then perhaps she'd break it." The scene is a microcosm of the novel's concern with public humiliation and the thin line between social cruelty and physical collapse. Trollope's attention to bodily detail—the bobbing head, the fallen jaw—makes the psychological wound visible.
The Scholar's Choice: George Bertram and the Bar
George Bertram, the title character, is introduced as a scholar facing the choice of a profession. The chapter "The Choice of a Profession" and the later "George Bertram Decides in Favour of the Bar" place him at a crossroads typical of Trollope's young men, but with a distinctive edge. The narrator's earlier condemnation of success-worship hangs over George's decision. He is not simply choosing a career; he is entering the arena where the "fiend of a rival" is always gaining ground. The excerpts do not reveal whether he succeeds or fails, but the opening sermon warns that the world will offer him no pity if he stumbles. Readers should watch how George's intellectual ambitions interact with the novel's critique of ambition itself.
Sir Lionel Bertram and the Architecture of Influence
Sir Lionel Bertram appears in the table of contents and in the card-table scene as a supporting figure. In the Littlebath episode, he helps raise Lady Ruth from her chair and then "left them at the door of the bedroom." His role is that of a gentlemanly facilitator, neither cruel nor kind, but present. The novel's structure, with volumes titled simply I, II, and III, suggests a symmetrical design. Sir Lionel's function may be to embody the established, successful man against whom George's struggles are measured. The excerpts give only glimpses, but they hint at a network of patronage and expectation that George must navigate.
Readers approaching The Bertrams for the first time will benefit from attending to the novel's opening argument as a key to its social observations. The card-table scene at Littlebath is not a digression but a concentrated example of the cruelty the narrator decries. George Bertram's story is set within a world where even a game of whist can become a moral test. Let the narrator's ironic voice guide you, and watch for the moments when characters reveal, through a gesture or a phrase, whether they belong to the successful or the fallen.
I remember how Trollope’s The Bertrams kept returning to that quiet ache of a man worn down by sharp-edged society. Years later, I found that same ache in Hushed Up! A Mystery of London — Key Ideas to Explore, though this time the shadows are literal. Both books seem to wonder how much cruelty we can comfort ourselves into ignoring. They sit well together, old friends with shared worries.
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