Trollope is genially commended in the "Honest Advertisement" mentioned above. The popularity of Miss Braddon's _Lady Audley's Secret_ and _Aurora Floyd_ is attested in 1863; Miss Broughton's novels are barely referred to, but the reference clearly indicates disapproval of their audacity. Nor can we find any appreciation of the now unduly neglected novels of George Eliot, though there is a curious mention in 1859 of an anonymous sequel to _Adam Bede_ brought out by an obscure publisher named Newby. It may be recalled that a claim to the authorship of _Adam Bede_ was set up on behalf of a Mr. Liggins, a gentleman as unscrupulous as his name was unromantic. [Sidenote: _Carlyle and Ruskin_] The imposture caused great annoyance to the real author, and hastened the divulging of the secret which had hitherto been well kept. _Punch_ had welcomed Macaulay's peerage, and on his death at the end of 1859 spoke of his as "the noblest name our Golden Book could show." In spite of occasional sharp divergences of opinion, Carlyle is nearly always treated with honour and respect. When he was elected Lord Rector of Edinburgh University in 1866, _Punch_ saluted him in his own peculiar style as a "brave, wise old man" who in an age of "eternal butter and testimonial-plasterings of mediocrity," had flagellated windbags, scourged sham patriotism, spoken words of manly cheer, and in general shown that the root of the matter was in him. _Punch's_ further salute in 1874 when "the Prussian Royal Order of Merit was presented to the English historical biographer of Frederick the Great," is pitched in a key that jars on modern ears by its eulogy of Bismarck and the Emperor William; but the last stanzas of "True Thomas and his Order" are worth quoting:-- Our mother England has no stars For soldiers of the Pen: With us such honours spring from wars Watered with blood of men. Then let us rather smile than sneer, When from the Vaterland, Whose thought to us he has brought near, There is stretched forth a hand, To pin the badge of merit fair On Carlyle's manly breast: The star can shed no honour there, 'Tis honoured there to rest.