10 OCTOBER 1863, Page 2

We regret to notice the death, at Florence, of Mrs.

Frances Trollope, the novelist, at the age of 84. ThougIt'she began writing nearly forty years since, her works still sell, and, with some exceptions, deserve their popularity. There is a vigour about them which, though it often degenerates into coarseness and caricature, still keeps the attention alive, and her sketches of Mrs. Barnaby, of the ward of Thorpe Combe, and the four " Robertses," are valuable contributions to the anatomy of vulgarity. Her more refined personages are usually characterless.