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
Thank you Geri! I love your blog!
BeantwoordenVerwijderenAlso thanks for highlighted my comment
I later realized I gave the wrong date for Martha's death.
It was in 1880, not 1882.. A wise poster would have said the 1880's lol
The point however is the same. Auntie Eleanor, born in 1899, could not have gotten the parasol from Martha herself. But she didn't need to. The river of such Bronte items was still running strong though the Brown family at her time ...and really who else would have such a rich item ( ivory handle! ) in the area but Charlotte after her success ?
As I say, imo the black color is significant as well . I do believe Charlotte 's mourning outfits were well turned out. She had money now and spent quite a bit on them
But how sad.
One year you are the literary sensation of the English speaking world and more...the next, you begin to lose all your siblings. All.
It's difficult to imagine Charlotte's thoughts and feelings during those years she sat in the dining room alone after evening prayers.
Here is the success they all dreamed of ...but met alone
I so admire her courage.
We often look upon Patrick as a drag on Charlotte at this time, and point to Charlotte's sacrifices because of her duty towards him.
And we say how marvelous that Arthur stayed with and cared for the old man for 6 years as he promised he would
All true
But seeing to Patrick kept each of them sane in a time of unimaginable grief . They welcomed the office imo
However, a new assessment showed the material was in fact bone, and paperwork was quickly processed to transport the prized object back to the UK.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenYikes! another mistake on my part . I missed that bit of info before ...
It makes greater Bronte sense the handle is bone rather than ivory This is the lady who got muslin instead of silk for her wedding dress! lol