Delphi Complete Works of the Brontes Charlotte, Emily, Anne Brontë (Illustrated) (626 page)

‘Papa continues pretty well, I am thankful to say; his deafness is wonderfully relieved.  Winter seems to suit him better than summer; besides, he is settled and content, as I perceive with gratitude to God.

‘Dear Ellen, I wish you well through every trouble.  Arthur is not in just now or he would send a kind message. — Believe me, yours faithfully,

‘C. B. Nicholls.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘Haworth,
November
29
th
, 1854.

‘Dear Ellen, — Arthur somewhat demurs about my going to Brookroyd as yet; fever, you know, is a formidable word.  I cannot say I entertain any apprehensions myself further than this, that I should be terribly bothered at the idea of being taken ill from home and causing trouble; and strangers are sometimes more liable to infection than persons living in the house.

‘Mr. Sowden has seen Sir J. K. Shuttleworth, but I fancy the matter is very uncertain as yet.  It seems the Bishop of Manchester stipulates that the clergyman chosen should, if possible, be from his own diocese, and this, Arthur says, is quite right and just.  An exception would have been made in Arthur’s favour, but the case is not so clear with Mr. Sowden.  However, no harm will have been done if the matter does not take wind, as I trust it will not.  Write very soon, dear Nell, and, — Believe me, yours faithfully,

‘C. B. Nicholls.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘Haworth,
December
7
th
, 1854.

‘Dear Ellen, — I shall not get leave to go to Brookroyd before Christmas now, so do not expect me.  For my own part I really should have no fear, and if it just depended on me I should come.  But these matters are not quite in my power now: another must be consulted; and where his wish and
 
judgment have a decided bias to a particular course, I make no stir, but just adopt it.  Arthur is sorry to disappoint both you and me, but it is his fixed wish that a few weeks should be allowed yet to elapse before we meet.  Probably he is confirmed in this desire by my having a cold at present.  I did not achieve the walk to the waterfall with impunity.  Though I changed my wet things immediately on returning home, yet I felt a chill afterwards, and the same night had sore throat and cold; however, I am better now, but not quite well.

‘Did I tell you that our poor little Flossy is dead?  He drooped for a single day, and died quietly in the night without pain.  The loss even of a dog was very saddening, yet perhaps no dog ever had a happier life or an easier death.

‘Papa continues pretty well, I am happy to say, and my dear boy flourishes.  I do not mean that he continues to grow stouter, which one would not desire, but he keeps in excellent condition.

‘You would wonder, I dare say, at the long disappearance of the French paper.  I had got such an accumulation of them unread that I thought I would not wait to send the old ones; now you will receive them regularly.  I am writing in haste.  It is almost inexplicable to me that I seem so often hurried now; but the fact is, whenever Arthur is in I must have occupations in which he can share, or which will not at least divert my attention from him — thus a multitude of little matters get put off till he goes out, and then I am quite busy.  Goodbye, dear Ellen, I hope we shall meet soon. — Yours faithfully,

‘C. B. Nicholls.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘Haworth,
December
26
th
, 1854.

‘Dear Ellen, — I return the letter.  It is, as you say, very genuine, truthful, affectionate, maternal — without a taint of sham or exaggeration.  Mary will love her child without spoiling it, I think.  She does not make an uproar about her happiness either.  The longer I live the more I suspect exaggerations.  I fancy it is sometimes a sort of fashion for
 
each to vie with the other in protestations about their wonderful felicity, and sometimes they — FIB.  I am truly glad to hear you are all better at Brookroyd.  In the course of three or four weeks more I expect to get leave to come to you.  I certainly long to see you again.  One circumstance reconciles me to this delay — the weather.  I do not know whether it has been as bad with you as with us, but here for three weeks we have had little else than a succession of hurricanes.

‘In your last you asked about Mr. Sowden and Sir James.  I fear Mr. Sowden has little chance of the living; he had heard nothing more of it the last time he wrote to Arthur, and in a note he had from Sir James yesterday the subject is not mentioned.

‘You inquire too after Mrs. Gaskell.  She has not been here, and I think I should not like her to come now till summer.  She is very busy with her story of
North and South
.

‘I must make this note short that it may not be overweight.  Arthur joins me in sincere good wishes for a happy Christmas, and many of them to you and yours.  He is well, thank God, and so am I, and he is “my dear boy,” certainly dearer now than he was six months ago.  In three days we shall actually have been married that length of time!  Good-bye, dear Nell. — Yours faithfully,

‘C. B. Nicholls.’

At the beginning of 1855 Mr. and Mrs. Nicholls visited Sir James Kay-Shuttleworth at Gawthorpe.  I know of only four letters by her, written in this year.

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘Haworth,
January
19
th
, 1855.

‘Dear Ellen, — Since our return from Gawthorpe we have had a Mr. Bell, one of Arthur’s cousins, staying with us.  It was a great pleasure.  I wish you could have seen him and made his acquaintance; a true gentleman by nature and cultivation is not after all an everyday thing.

‘As to the living of Habergham or Padiham, it appears the
 
chance is doubtful at present for anybody.  The present incumbent wishes to retract his resignation, and declares his intention of appointing a curate for two years.  I fear Mr. Sowden hardly produced a favourable impression; a strong wish was expressed that Arthur could come, but that is out of the question.

‘I very much wish to come to Brookroyd, and I hope to be able to write with certainty and fix Wednesday, the 31st January, as the day; but the fact is I am not sure whether I shall be well enough to leave home.  At present I should be a most tedious visitor.  My health has been really very good since my return from Ireland till about ten days ago, when the stomach seemed quite suddenly to lose its tone; indigestion and continual faint sickness have been my portion ever since.  Don’t conjecture, dear Nell, for it is too soon yet, though I certainly never before felt as I have done lately.  But keep the matter wholly to yourself, for I can come to no decided opinion at present.  I am rather mortified to lose my good looks and grow thin as I am doing just when I thought of going to Brookroyd.  Dear Ellen, I want to see you, and I hope I shall see you well.  My love to all. — Yours faithfully,

‘C. B. Nicholls.’

There were three more letters, but they were written in pencil from her deathbed.  Two of them are printed by Mrs. Gaskell — one to Miss Nussey, the other to Miss Wheelwright.  Here is the third and last of all.

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘My dear Ellen, — Thank you very much for Mrs. Hewitt’s sensible clear letter.  Thank her too.  In much her case was wonderfully like mine, but I am reduced to greater weakness; the skeleton emaciation is the same.  I cannot talk.  Even to my dear, patient, constant Arthur I can say but few words at once.

‘These last two days I have been somewhat better, and
 
have taken some beef-tea, a spoonful of wine and water, a mouthful of light pudding at different times.

‘Dear Ellen, I realise full well what you have gone through and will have to go through with poor Mercy.  Oh, may you continue to be supported and not sink.  Sickness here has been terribly rife.  Kindest regards to Mr. and Mrs. Clapham, your mother, Mercy.  Write when you can. — Yours,

‘C. B. Nicholls.’

Little remains to be said.  This is not a biography but a bundle of correspondence, and I have only to state that Mrs. Nicholls died of an illness incidental to childbirth on March 31st 1855, and was buried in the Brontë tomb in Haworth church.  Her will runs as follows: —

Extracted from the District Probate Registry at York attached to Her Majesty’s High Court of Justice.

In the name of God
. 
Amen
. 
I
, Charlotte Nicholls,
of Haworth in the parish of Bradford and county of York
,
being of sound and disposing mind
,
memory
,
and understanding
,
but mindful of my own mortality
,
do this seventeenth day of February
,
in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and fifty-five
,
make this my last Will and Testament in manner and form following
,
that is to say
:
In case I die without issue I give and bequeath to my husband all my property to be his absolutely and entirely
,
but
,
In case I leave issue I bequeath to my husband the interest of my property during his lifetime
,
and at his death I desire that the principal should go to my surviving child or children
;
should there be more than one child
,
share and share alike
. 
And I do hereby make and appoint my said husband
,
Arthur Bell Nicholls
,
clerk
,
sole executor of this my last Will and Testament
;
In witness whereof I have to this my last Will and Testament subscribed my hand
,
the day and year first above written
— Charlotte Nicholls. 
Signed and acknowledged by the said testatrix
Charlotte Nicholls,
as and for her last Will and Testament in the presence of us
,
who
,
at her request
,
in her presence and in presence of each other
,
have at the same time hereunto
 
subscribed our names as witnesses thereto
:
Patrick Brontë
, B.A. 
Incumbent of Haworth
,
Yorkshire
;
Martha Brown
.

The eighteenth day of April
1855,
the Will of
Charlotte Nicholls,
late of Haworth in the parish of Bradford in the county of York
(
wife of the Reverend Arthur Bell Nicholls
,
Clerk in Holy Orders
) (
having bona notabilia within the province of York
). 
Deceased was proved in the prerogative court of York by the oath of the said Arthur Bell Nicholls
(
the husband
),
the sole executor to whom administration was granted
,
he having been first sworn duly to administer
.

Testatrix died 31st March 1855.

It is easy as fruitless to mourn over ‘unfulfilled renown,’ but it is not easy to believe that the future had any great things in store.  Miss Brontë’s four novels will remain for all time imperishable monuments of her power.  She had touched with effect in two of them all that she knew of her home surroundings, and in two others all that was revealed to her of a wider life.  More she could not have done with equal effect had she lived to be eighty.  Hers was, it is true, a sad life, but such gifts as these rarely bring happiness with them.  It was surely something to have tasted the sweets of fame, and a fame so indisputably lasting.

Mr. Nicholls stayed on at Haworth for the six years that followed his wife’s death.  When Mr. Brontë died he returned to Ireland.  Some years later he married again — a cousin, Miss Bell by name.  That second marriage has been one of unmixed blessedness.  I found him in a home of supreme simplicity and charm, esteemed by all who knew him and idolised in his own household.  It was not difficult to understand that Charlotte Brontë had loved him and had fought down parental opposition in his behalf.  The qualities of gentleness, sincerity, unaffected piety, and delicacy of mind are his; and he is beautifully jealous, not only for the
 
fair fame of Currer Bell, but — what she would equally have loved — for her father, who also has had much undue detraction in the years that are past.  That Mr. Nicholls may long continue to enjoy the kindly calm of his Irish home will be the wish of all who have read of his own continuous devotion to a wife who must ever rank among the greatest of her sex.