Delphi Complete Works of the Brontes Charlotte, Emily, Anne Brontë (Illustrated) (619 page)

‘C. Brontë.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘
March
19
th
, 1850.

‘Dear Ellen, — I have got home again, and now that the visit is over, I am, as usual, glad I have been; not that I could have endured to prolong it: a few days at once, in an utterly strange place, amongst utterly strange faces, is quite enough for me.

‘When the train stopped at Burnley, I found Sir James waiting for me.  A drive of about three miles brought us to the gates of Gawthorpe, and after passing up a somewhat desolate avenue, there towered the hall — grey, antique, castellated, and stately — before me.  It is 250 years old, and, within as without, is a model of old English architecture.  The arms and the strange crest of the Shuttleworths are carved on the oak pannelling of each room.  They are not a parvenue family, but date from the days of Richard III.  This part of Lancashire seems rather remarkable for its houses of ancient race.  The Townleys, who live near, go back to the Conquest.

‘The people, however, were of still more interest to me than the house.  Lady Shuttleworth is a little woman, thirty-two years old, with a pretty, smooth, lively face.  Of pretension to aristocratic airs she may be entirely acquitted; of frankness, good-humour, and activity she has enough; truth obliges me to add, that, as it seems to me, grace, dignity, fine feeling were
 
not in the inventory of her qualities.  These last are precisely what her husband possesses.  In manner he can be gracious and dignified; his tastes and feelings are capable of elevation; frank he is not, but, on the contrary, politic; he calls himself a man of the world and knows the world’s ways; courtly and affable in some points of view, he is strict and rigorous in others.  In him high mental cultivation is combined with an extended range of observation, and thoroughly practical views and habits.  His nerves are naturally acutely sensitive, and the present very critical state of his health has exaggerated sensitiveness into irritability.  His wife is of a temperament precisely suited to nurse him and wait on him; if her sensations were more delicate and acute she would not do half so well.  They get on perfectly together.  The children — there are four of them — are all fine children in their way.  They have a young German lady as governess — a quiet, well-instructed, interesting girl, whom I took to at once, and, in my heart, liked better than anything else in the house.  She also instinctively took to me.  She is very well treated for a governess, but wore the usual pale, despondent look of her class.  She told me she was home-sick, and she looked so.

‘I have received the parcel containing the cushion and all the etcetera, for which I thank you very much.  I suppose I must begin with the group of flowers; I don’t know how I shall manage it, but I shall try.  I have a good number of letters to answer — from Mr. Smith, from Mr. Williams, from Thornton Hunt, Lætitia Wheelwright, Harriet Dyson — and so I must bid you good-bye for the present.  Write to me soon.  The brief absence from home, though in some respects trying and painful in itself, has, I think, given me a little better tone of spirit.  All through this month of February I have had a crushing time of it.  I could not escape from or rise above certain most mournful recollections — the last few days, the sufferings, the remembered words, most sorrowful to me, of those who, Faith assures me, are now happy.  At evening and bed-time such thoughts would haunt me, bringing a weary heartache.  Good-bye, dear Nell. — Yours faithfully,

‘C. B.’

 
TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘
May
21
st
, 1850.

‘Dear Ellen, — My visit is again postponed.  Sir James Shuttleworth, I am sorry to say, is most seriously ill.  Two physicians are in attendance twice a day, and company and conversation, even with his own relatives, are prohibited as too exciting.  Notwithstanding this, he has written two notes to me himself, claiming a promise that I will wait till he is better, and not allow any one else “to introduce me” as he says, “into the Oceanic life of London.”  Sincerely sorry as I was for him, I could not help smiling at this sentence.  But I shall willingly promise.  I know something of him, and like part, at least, of what I do know.  I do not feel in the least tempted to change him for another.  His sufferings are very great.  I trust and hope God will be pleased to spare his mind.  I have just got a note informing me that he is something better; but, of course, he will vary.  Lady Shuttleworth is much, much to be pitied too; his nights, it seems, are most distressing. — Good-bye, dear Nell.  Write soon to

‘C. B.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘76 Gloucester Terrace,
‘Hyde Park Gardens,
June
3
rd
, 1850.

‘Dear Ellen, — I came to London last Thursday.  I am staying at Mrs. Smith’s, who has changed her residence, as the address will show.  A good deal of writing backwards and forwards, persuasion, etc., took place before this step was resolved on; but at last I explained to Sir James that I had some little matters of business to transact, and that I should stay quietly at my publisher’s.  He has called twice, and Lady Shuttleworth once; each of them alone.  He is in a fearfully nervous state.  To my great horror he talks of my going with them to Hampton Court, Windsor, etc.  God knows how I shall get on.  I perfectly dread it.

‘Here I feel very comfortable.  Mrs. Smith treats me with a serene, equable kindness which just suits me.  Her son is, as before, genial and kindly.  I have seen very few persons, and
 
am not likely to see many, as the agreement was that I was to be very quiet.  We have been to the Exhibition of the Royal Academy, to the Opera, and the Zoological Gardens.  The weather is splendid.  I shall not stay longer than a fortnight in London.  The feverishness and exhaustion beset me somewhat, but not quite so badly as before, as indeed I have not yet been so much tried.  I hope you will write soon and tell me how you are getting on.  Give my regards to all. — Yours faithfully,

‘C. B.’

TO REV. P. BRONTË

‘76 Gloucester Terrace,
‘Hyde Park Gardens,
June
4
th
, 1850.

‘Dear Papa, — I was very glad to get your letter this morning, and still more glad to learn that your health continues in some degree to improve.  I fear you will feel the present weather somewhat debilitating, at least if it is as warm in Yorkshire as in London.  I cannot help grudging these fine days on account of the roofing of the house.  It is a great pity the workmen were not prepared to begin a week ago.

‘Since I wrote I have been to the Opera; to the Exhibition of the Royal Academy, where there were some fine paintings, especially a large one by Landseer of the Duke of Wellington on the field of Waterloo, and a grand, wonderful picture of Martin’s from Campbell’s poem of the “Last Man,” showing the red sun fading out of the sky, and all the soil of the foreground made up of bones and skulls.  The secretary of the Zoological Society also sent me an honorary ticket of admission to their gardens, which I wish you could see.  There are animals from all parts of the world inclosed in great cages in the open air amongst trees and shrubs — lions, tigers, leopards, elephants, numberless monkies, camels, five or six cameleopards, a young hippopotamus with an Egyptian for its keeper; birds of all kinds — eagles, ostriches, a pair of great condors from the Andes, strange ducks and water-fowl which seem very happy and comfortable, and build their nests amongst the reeds and sedges of the lakes where they are kept.  Some of the American birds make inexpressible noises.

 
‘There are also all sorts of living snakes and lizards in cages, some great Ceylon toads not much smaller than Flossy, some large foreign rats nearly as large and fierce as little bull-dogs.  The most ferocious and deadly-looking things in the place were these rats, a laughing hyena (which every now and then uttered a hideous peal of laughter such as a score of maniacs might produce) and a cobra di capello snake.  I think this snake was the worst of all: it had the eyes and face of a fiend, and darted out its barbed tongue sharply and incessantly.

‘I am glad to hear that Tabby and Martha are pretty well.  Remember me to them, and — Believe me, dear papa, your affectionate daughter,

‘C. Brontë.

‘I hope you don’t care for the notice in
Sharpe’s Magazine
; it does not disturb me in the least.  Mr. Smith says it is of no consequence whatever in a literary sense.  Sharpe, the proprietor, was an apprentice of Mr. Smith’s father.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘76 Gloucester Terrace,
‘Hyde Park Gardens,
June
21
st
, 1850.

‘Dear Ellen, — I am leaving London, if all be well, on Tuesday, and shall be very glad to come to you for a few days, if that arrangement still remains convenient to you.  I intend to start at nine o’clock a.m. by the express train, which arrives in Leeds thirty-five minutes past two.  I should then be at Batley about four in the afternoon.  Would that suit?

‘My London visit has much surpassed my expectations this time; I have suffered less and enjoyed more than before.  Rather a trying termination yet remains to me.  Mrs. Smith’s youngest son is at school in Scotland, and George, her eldest, is going to fetch him home for the vacation.  The other evening he announced his intention of taking one of his sisters with him, and proposed that Miss Brontë should go down to Edinburgh and join them there, and see that city and its suburbs.  I concluded he was joking, laughed and declined; however, it seems he was in earnest.  The thing appearing to me perfectly
 
out of the question, I still refused.  Mrs. Smith did not favour it; you may easily fancy how she helped me to sustain my opposition, but her worthy son only waxed more determined.  His mother is master of the house, but he is master of his mother.  This morning she came and entreated me to go.  “George wished it so much”; he had begged her to use her influence, etc., etc.  Now I believe that George and I understand each other very well, and respect each other very sincerely.  We both know the wide breach time has made between us; we do not embarrass each other, or very rarely; my six or eight years of seniority, to say nothing of lack of all pretension to beauty, etc., are a perfect safeguard.  I should not in the least fear to go with him to China.  I like to see him pleased, I greatly
dis
like to ruffle and disappoint him, so he shall have his mind; and if all be well, I mean to join him in Edinburgh after I shall have spent a few days with you.  With his buoyant animal spirits and youthful vigour he will make severe demands on my muscles and nerves, but I daresay I shall get through somehow, and then perhaps come back to rest a few days with you before I go home.  With kind regards to all at Brookroyd, your guests included, — I am, dear Ellen, yours faithfully,

‘C. Brontë.

‘Write by return of post.’

TO MISS LÆTITIA WHEELWRIGHT

‘Haworth,
July
30
th
, 1850.

‘My dear Lætitia, — I promised to write to you when I should have returned home.  Returned home I am, but you may conceive that many, many matters solicit attention and demand arrangement in a house which has lately been turned topsy-turvy in the operation of unroofing.  Drawers and cupboards must wait a moment, however, while I fulfil my promise, though it is imperatively necessary that this fulfilment should be achieved with brevity.

‘My stay in Scotland was short, and what I saw was chiefly comprised in Edinburgh and the neighbourhood, in Abbotsford and Melrose, for I was obliged to relinquish my first intention
 
of going from Glasgow to Oban and thence through a portion of the Highlands.  But though the time was brief, and the view of objects limited, I found such a charm of situation, association, and circumstances that I think the enjoyment experienced in that little space equalled in degree and excelled in kind all which London yielded during a month’s sojourn.  Edinburgh compared to London is like a vivid page of history compared to a huge dull treatise on political economy; and as to Melrose and Abbotsford, the very names possess music and magic.

‘I am thankful to say that on my return home I found papa pretty well.  Full often had I thought of him when I was far away; and deeply sad as it is on many accounts to come back to this old house, yet I was glad to be with him once more.

‘You were proposing, I remember, to go into the country; I trust you are there now and enjoying this fine day in some scene where the air will not be tainted, nor the sunshine dimmed, by London smoke.  If your papa, mamma, or any of your sisters are within reach, give them my kindest remembrances — if not, save such remembrances till you see them. — Believe me, my dear Lætitia, yours hurriedly but faithfully,