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

vrijdag 23 januari 2015

Rev Geo. De Renzy is in want of a situation

 
 
 

 
I received from Anne from the weblog
Stay at home artist 
an email with this information:
 
For  my Bronte research I'm reading though Yorkshire National School Reports  for 1853-54   via  Google . It's amazing what is now online.

In my reading  I came upon a very interesting  advertisement  with a familiar name and place. The ad appears in the April 1854  edition of the monthly  magazine  for "  The  National  Society for Promoting  the  Education  of the Poor throughout  England and  Wales"

This  1854 ad  states Rev George De Renzy  is seeking a  new situation . Of course
Mr. De Renzy  is the gentleman who replaced  Arthur Bell Nicholls  as Haworth's curate in May of 1853

This advertisement  tells us a number of things. First that  Rev. De Renzy was looking to leave Haworth at least from March of 1854, since his ad appeared in April and  it had to be submitted in the preceding  month.
 
It tells us he was married which I didn't know. I have since found out he married Emily Mackley on January  19. 1854 so while he was in Haworth.

The ad  shows  he was not  looking  just within the Church for a new  position, but would take a  teaching only job as well. Then it reveals Mr. De Renzy was trained at  Westminster College. This was  a teacher training institute that  was founded in London in 1851 and trained teachers for Methodist schools.

The ad also says he would rather stay in a country setting and that satisfactory testimonials can  be given.

Fascinating what one can find on the web!
 
Thank you Anne.
 
Indeed it is fasinating wht one can find on the internet.
We are going on searching for it. 
Thank you for sharing. 
 
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De Renzy, George (b. 1827)
 
A troublesome young clergyman who served as Patrick’s curate 1853–4, during the row with Arthur Bell Nicholls over his wish to marry Charlotte. When Patrick reluctantly agreed to the proposed marriage, de Renzy seems to have resented the consequent termination of his curacy. He complained to John Brown and others, and insisted on a long holiday at the end of his term, so that Patrick would be without a curate during the honeymoon. He was “perfectly smooth and fair-spoken to Papa,” Charlotte said, but he continued to “give what trouble he can” to Patrick whose nature, Charlotte said, was against “harsh decided” measures (to EN, 14 May and 7 June 1854). He left Haworth four days before the wedding  blackwellreference
 
Photo woman: people/Emily-DeRenzy
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donderdag 22 januari 2015

beautiful picture

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What a sweet gesture


Today, as in previous years, we've received flowers from an anonymous well-wisher in recognition of Anne Bronte's birthday, which was on Tuesday. Thank you anonymous well-wisher! Come inside for a cup of tea and a sit-down next year

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St. Michael & All Angels Parish Church

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woensdag 21 januari 2015

SNOW. Bronte Parsonage

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zondag 18 januari 2015

 
In Holland it is grey and raining
but in Haworth there is  SNOW
 
 
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Bonnie Greer

The Authors' Licensing and Collecting Society (ALCS) is delighted to announce the appointment of Bonnie Greer OBE to its Board of Directors for a one-year term. Award-winning playwright, author, critic and teacher Bonnie Greer brings a wealth of experience of writing and the arts to her new role on the ALCS Board. Among her stated aims are to help the new generation of writers to understand intellectual property and what it means in the internet age; more inclusion from all communities in the business of writers and writing, including policy making; and the promotion of ALCS as the "go to organisation" for these aims. Commenting on her appointment as a Non-Executive Director, Bonnie says:

"I'm delighted to be joining the Board of ALCS. We are in the midst of the greatest change to the dissemination of the written word since the Age of Guttenberg. We have to make sure that the new generation of writers understands that what they write must ,and should be protected and allowed to benefit not only others, but themselves. This protection is one of the ways to preserve the unique voice of every writer and what will save and develop that unique human characteristic which distinguishes us from other species."  Read more: prnewswire/bonnie-greer
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The Parlour

The Parlour

Parsonage

Parsonage

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.

Top Withens in the snow.

Top Withens in the snow.

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