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on the soft grass through half a summer's day〃… …the solitary monkto all whose impressions from without have had time to grow and vivify in the imagination； till they have been received as actual personifications； or supernatural visions； to doubt which would be blasphemy。
To counterbalance this tendency in Charlotte； was the strong common sense natural to her； and daily called into exercise by the requirements of her practical life。 Her duties were not merely to learn her lessons； to read a certain quantity； to gain certain ideas； she had； besides； to brush rooms； to run errands up and down stairs； to help in the simpler forms of cooking； to be by turns play…fellow and monitress to her younger sisters and brother； to make and to mend； and to study economy under her careful aunt。 Thus we see that； while her imagination received vivid impressions； her excellent understanding had full power to rectify them before her fancies became realities。 On a scrap of paper； she has written down the following relation：…
〃June 22； 1830； 6 o'clock p。m。 〃Haworth； near Bradford。
〃The following strange occurrence happened on the 22nd of June； 1830：… At the time Papa was very ill； confined to his bed； and so weak that he could not rise without assistance。 Tabby and I were alone in the kitchen； about half…past nine ante…meridian。 Suddenly we heard a knock at the door； Tabby rose and opened it。 An old man appeared； standing without； who accosted her thus：…
〃OLD MAN。'Does the parson live here？'
〃TABBY。'Yes。'
〃OLD MAN。'I wish to see him。'
〃TABBY。'He is poorly in bed。'
〃OLD MAN。'I have a message for him。'
〃TABBY。'Who from？'
〃OLD MAN。'From the Lord。'
〃TABBY。'Who？'
〃OLD MAN。'The Lord。 He desires me to say that the Bridegroom is coming； and that we must prepare to meet him； that the cords are about to be loosed； and the golden bowl broken； the pitcher broken at the fountain。'
〃Here he concluded his discourse； and abruptly went his way。 As Tabby closed the door； I asked her if she knew him。 Her reply was； that she had never seen him before； nor any one like him。 Though I am fully persuaded that he was some fanatical enthusiast； well meaning perhaps； but utterly ignorant of true piety； yet I could not forbear weeping at his words； spoken so unexpectedly at that particular period。〃
Though the date of the following poem is a little uncertain； it may be most convenient to introduce it here。 It must have been written before 1833； but how much earlier there are no means of determining。 I give it as a specimen of the remarkable poetical talent shown in the various diminutive writings of this time； at least； in all of them which I have been able to read。
THE WOUNDED STAG。
Passing amid the deepest shade Of the wood's sombre heart； Last night I saw a wounded deer Laid lonely and apart。
Such light as pierced the crowded boughs （Light scattered； scant and dim；） Passed through the fern that formed his couch And centred full on him。
Pain trembled in his weary limbs； Pain filled his patient eye； Pain…crushed amid the shadowy fern His branchy crown did lie。
Where were his comrades？ where his mate？ All from his death…bed gone！ And he； thus struck and desolate； Suffered and bled alone。
Did he feel what a man might feel； Friend…left； and sore distrest？ Did Pain's keen dart； and Grief's sharp sting Strive in his mangled breast？
Did longing for affection lost Barb every deadly dart； Love unrepaid； and Faith betrayed； Did these torment his heart？
No！ leave to man his proper doom！ These are the pangs that rise Around the bed of state and gloom； Where Adam's offspring dies！
CHAPTER VI
This is perhaps a fitting time to give some personal description of Miss Bronte。 In 1831； she was a quiet； thoughtful girl； of nearly fifteen years of age； very small in figure〃stunted〃 was the word she applied to herself；but as her limbs and head were in just proportion to the slight； fragile body； no word in ever so slight a degree suggestive of deformity could properly be applied to her； with soft； thick； brown hair； and peculiar eyes； of which I find it difficult to give a description； as they appeared to me in her later life。 They were large and well shaped； their colour a reddish brown； but if the iris was closely examined； it appeared to be composed of a great variety of tints。 The usual expression was of quiet； listening intelligence； but now and then； on some just occasion for vivid interest or wholesome indignation； a light would shine out； as if some spiritual lamp had been kindled； which glowed behind those expressive orbs。 I never saw the like in any other human creature。 As for the rest of her features； they were plain； large； and ill set； but； unless you began to catalogue them； you were hardly aware of the fact； for the eyes and power of the countenance over…balanced every physical defect； the crooked mouth and the large nose were forgotten； and the whole face arrested the attention； and presently attracted all those whom she herself would have cared to attract。 Her hands and feet were the smallest I ever saw； when one of the former was placed in mine； it was like the soft touch of a bird in the middle of my palm。 The delicate long fingers had a peculiar fineness of sensation； which was one reason why all her handiwork； of whatever kindwriting； sewing； knittingwas so clear in its minuteness。 She was remarkably neat in her whole personal attire； but she was dainty as to the fit of her shoes and gloves。
I can well imagine that the grave serious composure； which； when I knew her； gave her face the dignity of an old Venetian portrait； was no acquisition of later years； but dated from that early age when she found herself in the position of an elder sister to motherless children。 But in a girl only just entered on her teens； such an expression would be called （to use a country phrase） 〃old…fashioned；〃 and in 1831； the period of which I now write； we must think of her as a little； set； antiquated girl； very quiet in manners； and very quaint in dress； for besides the influence exerted by her father's ideas concerning the simplicity of attire befitting the wife and daughters of a country clergyman； her aunt； on whom the duty of dressing her nieces principally devolved； had never been in society since she left Penzance； eight or nine years before； and the Penzance fashions of that day were still dear to her heart。
In January； 1831； Charlotte was sent to school again。 This time she went as a pupil to Miss W…； who lived at Roe Head； a cheerful roomy country house； standing a little apart in a field； on the right of the road from Leeds to Huddersfield。 Three tiers of old… fashioned semicircular bow windows run from basement to roof； and look down upon a long green slope of pasture…land； ending in the pleasant woods of Kirklees； Sir George Armitage's park。 Although Roe Head and Haworth are not twenty miles apart； the aspect of the country is as totally dissimilar as if they enjoyed a different climate。 The soft curving and heaving landscape round the former gives a stranger the idea of cheerful airiness on the heights； and of sunny warmth in the broad green valleys below。 It is just su