the Brontë Sisters: Baby’s Bonnet

woensdag 28 augustus 2013

Baby’s Bonnet

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From the Treasure Trove: Baby’s Bonnet. It is believed that Charlotte was in the early stages of pregnancy at the time of her death. This baby bonnet was made for her by her friend Margaret Wooler.

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Anne29 augustus 2013 om 02:32
Oh that's so beautiful and reminds me of Charlotte's wedding bonnet interestingly enough

Seems to me Miss Wooler knew Charlote was expecting before anyone outside the Parsonage. She had time to make this lovely cap. Miss Wooler was in Charlotte's confidence far more than is generally thought particularly in the later years of Charlotte's life

While the other important people in Charlotte's life ( Papa and Ellen would not even discuss the idea of marriage to Arthur Bell Nicholls seriously , Charlotte was able to talk it over with Miss Wooler in the rational way which she longed to do... I think Miss W heard plenty

This is indicated by Charlotte's writing to Miss Wooler as a married woman in the fall of '54

" faultless my husband is not, but as you know I was not expecting perfection"

Well how would Miss Wooler know such things if CB didn't tell her?

If you read Charlotte's letters to Miss Wooler after her marriage , one gains a much warmer picture of Charlotte's happiness and her love for Arthur than if one just reads her letters to Ellen

Miss Wooler was happy for Charlotte and so Charlotte could be open about her feelings to her

Charlotte would greatly fear to give even a hint of gloating to Ellen and so came the grave warnings about marriage. Was that the full flavor of her thoughts or " more of your absurd charity" as Mary Taylor called this trait of Charlotte's ?

It would be characteristic of Charlotte to down play her happiness as a married woman to a friend who wished for marriage, but had nothing in the offering herself.

How touching Miss Wooler kept this cap the rest of her long life. One can't help feeling the sadness as she packed it away.

And this reminds also me of Charlotte's wedding bonnet.

Both cap and bonnet are sad reminders of what happened... , yet too they let us know : there was a wedding and there was a child and these are great, momentous things, even if they are here but a little while.
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Anne7 september 2013 om 05:00
Another thing about the speed with which this cap was made....I believe it indicates that Charlotte expressed happiness about the up coming event to Miss Wooler...in some way Miss W quickly felt the go ahead to make the cap.

Or perhaps Miss W wished to foster a happy emotion within CBN with the gift of the cap? Hard to say, but the who and how fast this lovely cap was made is highly significant. Miss Wooler was an insider who could read Charlotte's dry, understatements better than just about anyone.

How often Charlotte wrote to Miss W " I know what you would have said.... or...." I thought just as you would have thought...." . Important communications had to have passed between them for Charlotte to feel that confident she would know what Miss W would say about something

When Charlotte wrote to Ellen in Jan '55 " don't conjecture dear Nell" I'm betting Miss Wooler had no need to conjecture, she already knew. Just as Miss Wooler knew CB had answered Arthur's letters before Ellen did in the summer of '53.

We know Miss Wooler burnt CB letters that "could give pain" So we cannot limit what Miss Wooler knew to what is in the ones that survived.
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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).

Parents
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.