I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Emily Bronte
Wuthering Heights

dinsdag 5 augustus 2014

Clough House, Halifax Road, Hightown, Liversedge

Patrick Bronte first came as minister to St Peter's Church, Hartshead from Dewsbury in 1810. At first he lodged at Thornbush Farm, known in those days as Lousy Thorn Farm, at Windybank Hightown (picture next to Patrick Bronte). He moved to Clough House, Halifax Road, Hightown (pictured above), on his marriage to Maria Branwell in 1812. The most  famous Brontes were born after the family moved to Thornton, Bradford in 1815. Charlotte (pictured above left) was born there in April 1816.

He was at Clough House when the croppers banded together to try to destroy the cropping machines being installed in the large mills. They called themselves Luddites, and met at the Shears inn in Halifax Road to plan the attack.

Despite arriving at Hartshead Church (now St Peter’s) in 1810, Patrick wasn’t officially inducted until July of the following year. He was incumbent there until 1815 when he exchanged parishes with the vicar of Thornton in Bradford. spenboroughguardian

A DOOR which once graced the Spen residence of the Rev Patrick Bronte has found a new home in Dewsbury Minster. 2004
The front door, which is at least two centuries old, was in place at Clough House, Halifax Road, Hightown, until about five years ago.  However, its condition had deteriorated so much it had to be removed, though it has been kept in storage at the listed building ever since. Some time ago the owner, Mrs Mary Crowther, offered it to the Bronte Society, who found a suitable home for it at Dewsbury MInster. Imelda Marsden, from the Society, said: "I'm really delighted because it is going back to where Patrick preached. This door has seen a lot of history and the Luddites would have walked past it. I'm thrilled we have found a home for it." dewsburyreporter

HARTSHEAD, to which living Patrick was presented July 20th, 1810, by the Rev. John Buckworth, vicar of Dewsbury, is a small hamlet situated on a commanding eminence overlooking Calderdale, about four miles west of Dewsbury. Hartshead has now been created a parish, but up till a comparatively recent date, it was a chapelry in the parish of Dewsbury, the gift of the living being, as it is at the present day, in the hands of the vicar of Dewsbury. When Bronte came here, there was no parsonage house, so he put up, after his marriage, at a tall house at the top of Clough Lane, in Hightown, a neighbouring hamlet in the parish of Birstall. No doubt all round this commanding height the eye could range for many miles over an open, well wooded and well watered

The Eev. Patrick Bronte entered on his incumbency here on July 20th, 1810. He remained at Hartshead for five years, during which time he became deservedly popular as a preacher, so much so that when he exchanged with the Eev. Thomas Atkinson, incumbent of Thornton, the Hightown folks used often to walk over on a Sunday to hear their old clergyman preach. Mrs. Gaskell tells us that daring his stay here he was reputed as being a " very handsome fellow, full of Irish enthusiasm, and with something of an Irishman's capability of falling easily in love."

Hartshead Churcli, dedicated to St. Peter, with its weather-beaten Norman tower, and its old yew tree
is well worth a careful study. When the second Earl of Warren granted the living of Dewsbury to the priory of Lewes, this church was then in existence, that is, about 1120. It has been restored quite recently, but it still retains its Norman characte-
ristics in a striking manner. Its doorway and chancel arch, although not so highly adorned as the church at Adel, are well worthy of inspection. The old candelabrum of brass suspended from the ceiling, the finely carved reredos, and the quaint stained windows in great part erected to commemorate members of the Armytage family buried here, all take one's attention. The Armytage vault with their crest, a hand grasping a dagger, and the motto " Semper paratus," is seen in the floor of the church. In the vestry, Patrick Bronte's minute signature can be inspected in the register books which date back as far as 1612. The churchyard has nothing very notable in it. The oldest stone is one to the memory of the Hilleley family of Clifton, and bears the date 1614. archive/brontecountry

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The Parlour

The Parlour



Charlotte Bronte

Presently the door opened, and in came a superannuated mastiff, followed by an old gentleman very like Miss Bronte, who shook hands with us, and then went to call his daughter. A long interval, during which we coaxed the old dog, and looked at a picture of Miss Bronte, by Richmond, the solitary ornament of the room, looking strangely out of place on the bare walls, and at the books on the little shelves, most of them evidently the gift of the authors since Miss Bronte's celebrity. Presently she came in, and welcomed us very kindly, and took me upstairs to take off my bonnet, and herself brought me water and towels. The uncarpeted stone stairs and floors, the old drawers propped on wood, were all scrupulously clean and neat. When we went into the parlour again, we began talking very comfortably, when the door opened and Mr. Bronte looked in; seeing his daughter there, I suppose he thought it was all right, and he retreated to his study on the opposite side of the passage; presently emerging again to bring W---- a country newspaper. This was his last appearance till we went. Miss Bronte spoke with the greatest warmth of Miss Martineau, and of the good she had gained from her. Well! we talked about various things; the character of the people, - about her solitude, etc., till she left the room to help about dinner, I suppose, for she did not return for an age. The old dog had vanished; a fat curly-haired dog honoured us with his company for some time, but finally manifested a wish to get out, so we were left alone. At last she returned, followed by the maid and dinner, which made us all more comfortable; and we had some very pleasant conversation, in the midst of which time passed quicker than we supposed, for at last W---- found that it was half-past three, and we had fourteen or fifteen miles before us. So we hurried off, having obtained from her a promise to pay us a visit in the spring... ------------------- "She cannot see well, and does little beside knitting. The way she weakened her eyesight was this: When she was sixteen or seventeen, she wanted much to draw; and she copied nimini-pimini copper-plate engravings out of annuals, ('stippling,' don't the artists call it?) every little point put in, till at the end of six months she had produced an exquisitely faithful copy of the engraving. She wanted to learn to express her ideas by drawing. After she had tried to draw stories, and not succeeded, she took the better mode of writing; but in so small a hand, that it is almost impossible to decipher what she wrote at this time.

I asked her whether she had ever taken opium, as the description given of its effects in Villette was so exactly like what I had experienced, - vivid and exaggerated presence of objects, of which the outlines were indistinct, or lost in golden mist, etc. She replied, that she had never, to her knowledge, taken a grain of it in any shape, but that she had followed the process she always adopted when she had to describe anything which had not fallen within her own experience; she had thought intently on it for many and many a night before falling to sleep, - wondering what it was like, or how it would be, - till at length, sometimes after the progress of her story had been arrested at this one point for weeks, she wakened up in the morning with all clear before her, as if she had in reality gone through the experience, and then could describe it, word for word, as it had happened. I cannot account for this psychologically; I only am sure that it was so, because she said it. ----------------------She thought much of her duty, and had loftier and clearer notions of it than most people, and held fast to them with more success. It was done, it seems to me, with much more difficulty than people have of stronger nerves, and better fortunes. All her life was but labour and pain; and she never threw down the burden for the sake of present pleasure. I don't know what use you can make of all I have said. I have written it with the strong desire to obtain appreciation for her. Yet, what does it matter? She herself appealed to the world's judgement for her use of some of the faculties she had, - not the best, - but still the only ones she could turn to strangers' benefit. They heartily, greedily enjoyed the fruits of her labours, and then found out she was much to be blamed for possessing such faculties. Why ask for a judgement on her from such a world?" elizabeth gaskell/charlotte bronte

Poem: No coward soul is mine

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life -- that in me has rest,
As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast Rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

Emily Bronte

Family tree

The Bronte Family

Grandparents - paternal
Hugh Brunty was born 1755 and died circa 1808. He married Eleanor McClory, known as Alice in 1776.

Grandparents - maternal
Thomas Branwell (born 1746 died 5th April 1808) was married in 1768 to Anne Carne (baptised 27th April 1744 and died 19th December 1809).

Father was Patrick Bronte, the eldest of 10 children born to Hugh Brunty and Eleanor (Alice) McClory. He was born 17th March 1777 and died on 7th June 1861. Mother was Maria Branwell, who was born on 15th April 1783 and died on 15th September 1821.

Maria had a sister, Elizabeth who was known as Aunt Branwell. She was born in 1776 and died on 29th October 1842.

Patrick Bronte married Maria Branwell on 29th December 1812.

The Bronte Children
Patrick and Maria Bronte had six children.
The first child was Maria, who was born in 1814 and died on 6th June 1825.
The second daughter, Elizabeth was born on 8th February 1815 and died shortly after Maria on 15th June 1825. Charlotte was the third daughter, born on 21st April 1816.

Charlotte married Arthur Bell Nicholls (born 1818) on 29th June 1854. Charlotte died on 31st March 1855. Arthur lived until 2nd December 1906.

The first and only son born to Patrick and Maria was Patrick Branwell, who was born on 26th June 1817 and died on 24th September 1848.

Emily Jane, the fourth daughter was born on 30th July 1818 and died on 19th December 1848.

The sixth and last child was Anne, born on 17th January 1820 who died on 28th May 1849.

Top Withens in the snow.

Top Withens in the snow.



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