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p; and gathered together in one mighty globe; which will roll in solitary grandeur through the vast wilderness of space; inhabited only by the four high princes of the Genii; till time shall be succeeded by Eternity; and the impudence of this is only to be paralleled by another of their assertions; namely; that by their magic might they can reduce the world to a desert; the purest waters to streams of livid poison; and the clearest lakes to stagnant waters; the pestilential vapours of which shall slay all living creatures; except the blood…thirsty beast of the forest; and the ravenous bird of the rock。  But that in the midst of this desolation the palace of the Chief Genii shall rise sparkling in the wilderness; and the horrible howl of their war…cry shall spread over the land at morning; at noontide and night; but that they shall have their annual feast over the bones of the dead; and shall yearly rejoice with the joy of victors。  I think; sir; that the horrible wickedness of this needs no remark; and therefore I haste to subscribe myself; &c。

〃July 14; 1829。〃


It is not unlikely that the foregoing letter may have had some allegorical or political reference; invisible to our eyes; but very clear to the bright little minds for whom it was intended。 Politics were evidently their grand interest; the Duke of Wellington their demi…god。  All that related to him belonged to the heroic age。  Did Charlotte want a knight…errant; or a devoted lover; the Marquis of Douro; or Lord Charles Wellesley; came ready to her hand。  There is hardly one of her prose…writings at this time in which they are not the principal personages; and in which their 〃august father〃 does not appear as a sort of Jupiter Tonans; or Deus ex Machina。

As one evidence how Wellesley haunted her imagination; I copy out a few of the titles to her papers in the various magazines。

〃Liffey Castle;〃 a Tale by Lord C。 Wellesley。

〃Lines to the River Aragua;〃 by the Marquis of Douro。

〃An Extraordinary Dream;〃 by Lord C。 Wellesley。

〃The Green Dwarf; a Tale of the Perfect Tense;〃 by the Lord Charles Albert Florian Wellesley。

〃Strange Events;〃 by Lord C。 A。 F。 Wellesley。

Life in an isolated village; or a lonely country…house; presents many little occurrences which sink into the mind of childhood; there to be brooded over。  No other event may have happened; or be likely to happen; for days; to push one of these aside; before it has assumed a vague and mysterious importance。  Thus; children leading a secluded life are often thoughtful and dreamy:  the impressions made upon them by the world withoutthe unusual sights of earth and skythe accidental meetings with strange faces and figures (rare occurrences in those out…of…the…way places)are sometimes magnified by them into things so deeply significant as to be almost supernatural。  This peculiarity I perceive very strongly in Charlotte's writings at this time。 Indeed; under the circumstances; it is no peculiarity。  It has been common to all; from the Chaldean shepherds〃the lonely herdsman stretched on the soft grass through half a summer's day〃… …the solitary monkto all whose impressions from without have had time to grow and vivify in the imagination; till they have been received as actual personifications; or supernatural visions; to doubt which would be blasphemy。

To counterbalance this tendency in Charlotte; was the strong common sense natural to her; and daily called into exercise by the requirements of her practical life。  Her duties were not merely to learn her lessons; to read a certain quantity; to gain certain ideas; she had; besides; to brush rooms; to run errands up and down stairs; to help in the simpler forms of cooking; to be by turns play…fellow and monitress to her younger sisters and brother; to make and to mend; and to study economy under her careful aunt。  Thus we see that; while her imagination received vivid impressions; her excellent understanding had full power to rectify them before her fancies became realities。  On a scrap of paper; she has written down the following relation:…


〃June 22; 1830; 6 o'clock p。m。 〃Haworth; near Bradford。

〃The following strange occurrence happened on the 22nd of June; 1830:… At the time Papa was very ill; confined to his bed; and so weak that he could not rise without assistance。  Tabby and I were alone in the kitchen; about half…past nine ante…meridian。 Suddenly we heard a knock at the door; Tabby rose and opened it。 An old man appeared; standing without; who accosted her thus:…

〃OLD MAN。'Does the parson live here?'

〃TABBY。'Yes。'

〃OLD MAN。'I wish to see him。'

〃TABBY。'He is poorly in bed。'

〃OLD MAN。'I have a message for him。'

〃TABBY。'Who from?'

〃OLD MAN。'From the Lord。'

〃TABBY。'Who?'

〃OLD MAN。'The Lord。  He desires me to say that the Bridegroom is coming; and that we must prepare to meet him; that the cords are about to be loosed; and the golden bowl broken; the pitcher broken at the fountain。'

〃Here he concluded his discourse; and abruptly went his way。  As Tabby closed the door; I asked her if she knew him。  Her reply was; that she had never seen him before; nor any one like him。 Though I am fully persuaded that he was some fanatical enthusiast; well meaning perhaps; but utterly ignorant of true piety; yet I could not forbear weeping at his words; spoken so unexpectedly at that particular period。〃


Though the date of the following poem is a little uncertain; it may be most convenient to introduce it here。  It must have been written before 1833; but how much earlier there are no means of determining。  I give it as a specimen of the remarkable poetical talent shown in the various diminutive writings of this time; at least; in all of them which I have been able to read。


THE WOUNDED STAG。

Passing amid the deepest shade Of the wood's sombre heart; Last night I saw a wounded deer Laid lonely and apart。

Such light as pierced the crowded boughs (Light scattered; scant and dim;) Passed through the fern that formed his couch And centred full on him。

Pain trembled in his weary limbs; Pain filled his patient eye; Pain…crushed amid the shadowy fern His branchy crown did lie。

Where were his comrades? where his mate? All from his death…bed gone! And he; thus struck and desolate; Suffered and bled alone。

Did he feel what a man might feel; Friend…left; and sore distrest? Did Pain's keen dart; and Grief's sharp sting Strive in his mangled breast?

Did longing for affection lost Barb every deadly dart; Love unrepaid; and Faith betrayed; Did these torment his heart?

No! leave to man his proper doom! These are the pangs that rise Around the bed of state and gloom; Where Adam's offspring dies!



CHAPTER VI



This is perhaps a fitting time to give some personal description of Miss Bronte。  In 1831; she was a quiet; thoughtful girl; of nearly fifteen years of age; very small in figure〃stunted〃 was the word she applied to herself;but as her limbs and head were in just proportion to the slight; fragile body; no word in ever so slight a degree suggestive of deformity could properly be applied to her; with soft; thick; brown hair; and peculiar eyes; of which I find it difficult to give a description; as they appeared to me in her later life。  They were large and well shaped; their colour a reddish brown; but if the iris was closely examined; it appeared to be composed of a great variety of tints。  The usual expression was of quiet; listening intelligence; but now and then; on some just occasion for vivid interest or wholesome indignation; a light would shine out; as if some spiritual lamp had been kindled; which glowed behind those expressive orbs。  I never saw the like in any other human creature。  As for the rest of her features; they were plain; large; and ill set; but; unless you began to catalogue them; you were hardly aware of the fact; for the eyes and power of the countenance over…balanced every physical defect; the crooked mouth and the large nose were forgotten; and the whole face arrested the attention; and presently attracted all those whom she herself would have cared to attract。  Her hands and feet were the smallest I ever saw; when one of the former was placed in mine; it was like the soft touch of a bird in the middle of my palm。  The delicate long fingers had a peculiar fineness of sensation; which was one reason why all her handiwork; of whatever kindwriting; sewing; knittingwas so clear in its minuteness。  She was remarkably neat in her whole personal attire; but she was dainty as to the fit of her shoes and gloves。

I can well imagine that the grave serious composure; which; when I knew her; gave her face the dignity of an old Venetian portrait; was no acquisition of later years; but dated from that early age when she found herself in the position of an elder sister to motherless children。  But in a girl only just entered on her teens; such an expression would be called (to use a country phrase) 〃old…fashioned;〃 and in 1831; the period of which I now write; we must think of her as a little; set; antiquated girl; very quiet in manners; and very quaint in dress; for besides the influence exerted by her father's ideas concerning the simplicity of attire befitting the wife and daughters of a coun

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