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conversations； or pauses of silence as agreeable； because each felt that as soon as a thought or remark occurred which they wished to express； there was an intelligent companion ready to sympathise； and yet they were not compelled to 〃make talk。〃
Miss W… was always anxious to afford Miss Bronte every opportunity of recreation in her power； but the difficulty often was to persuade her to avail herself of the invitations which came； urging her to spend Saturday and Sunday with 〃E。〃 and 〃Mary；〃 in their respective homes； that lay within the distance of a walk。 She was too apt to consider； that allowing herself a holiday was a dereliction of duty； and to refuse herself the necessary change； from something of an over…ascetic spirit； betokening a loss of healthy balance in either body or mind。 Indeed； it is clear that such was the case； from a passage； referring to this time； in the letter of 〃Mary〃 from which I have before given extracts。
〃Three years after〃 （the period when they were at school together）〃I heard that she had gone as teacher to Miss W…'s。 I went to see her； and asked how she could give so much for so little money； when she could live without it。 She owned that； after clothing herself and Anne； there was nothing left； though she had hoped to be able to save something。 She confessed it was not brilliant； but what could she do？ I had nothing to answer。 She seemed to have no interest or pleasure beyond the feeling of duty； and； when she could get； used to sit alone； and 'make out。' She told me afterwards； that one evening she had sat in the dressing…room until it was quite dark； and then observing it all at once； had taken sudden fright。〃 No doubt she remembered this well when she described a similar terror getting hold upon Jane Eyre。 She says in the story； 〃I sat looking at the white bed and overshadowed wallsoccasionally turning a fascinated eye towards the gleaming mirrorI began to recall what I had heard of dead men troubled in their graves 。 。 。 I endeavoured to be firm； shaking my hair from my eyes； I lifted my head and tried to look boldly through the dark room； at this moment； a ray from the moon penetrated some aperture in the blind。 No！ moon light was still； and this stirred 。 。 。 prepared as my mind was for horror； shaken as my nerves were by agitation； I thought the swift…darting beam was a herald of some coming vision from another world。 My heart beat thick； my head grew hot； a sound filled my ears which I deemed the rustling of wings； something seemed near me。〃 ｛4｝
〃From that time；〃 Mary adds； 〃her imaginations became gloomy or frightful； she could not help it； nor help thinking。 She could not forget the gloom； could not sleep at night； nor attend in the day。
〃She told me that one night； sitting alone； about this time； she heard a voice repeat these lines：
〃'Come thou high and holy feeling； Shine o'er mountain； flit o'er wave； Gleam like light o'er dome and shielding。'
〃There were eight or ten more lines which I forget。 She insisted that she had not made them； that she had heard a voice repeat them。 It is possible that she had read them； and unconsciously recalled them。 They are not in the volume of poems which the sisters published。 She repeated a verse of Isaiah； which she said had inspired them； and which I have forgotten。 Whether the lines were recollected or invented； the tale proves such habits of sedentary； monotonous solitude of thought as would have shaken a feebler mind。〃
Of course； the state of health thus described came on gradually； and is not to be taken as a picture of her condition in 1836。 Yet even then there is a despondency in some of her expressions； that too sadly reminds one of some of Cowper's letters。 And it is remarkable how deeply his poems impressed her。 His words； his verses； came more frequently to her memory； I imagine； than those of any other poet。
〃Mary〃 says： 〃Cowper's poem； 'The Castaway；' was known to them all； and they all at times appreciated； or almost appropriated it。 Charlotte told me once that Branwell had done so； and though his depression was the result of his faults； it was in no other respect different from hers。 Both were not mental but physical illnesses。 She was well aware of this； and would ask how that mended matters； as the feeling was there all the same； and was not removed by knowing the cause。 She had a larger religious toleration than a person would have who had never questioned； and the manner of recommending religion was always that of offering comfort； not fiercely enforcing a duty。 One time I mentioned that some one had asked me what religion I was of （with the view of getting me for a partizan）； and that I had said that that was between God and me；Emily （who was lying on the hearth…rug） exclaimed； 'That's right。' This was all I ever heard Emily say on religious subjects。 Charlotte was free from religious depression when in tolerable health； when that failed； her depression returned。 You have probably seen such instances。 They don't get over their difficulties； they forget them； when their stomach （or whatever organ it is that inflicts such misery on sedentary people） will let them。 I have heard her condemn Socinianism； Calvinism； and many other 'isms' inconsistent with Church of Englandism。 I used to wonder at her acquaintance with such subjects。〃
〃May 10th； 1836。
〃I was struck with the note you sent me with the umbrella； it showed a degree of interest in my concerns which I have no right to expect from any earthly creature。 I won't play the hypocrite； I won't answer your kind； gentle； friendly questions in the way you wish me to。 Don't deceive yourself by imagining I have a bit of real goodness about me。 My darling； if I were like you； I should have my face Zion…ward； though prejudice and error might occasionally fling a mist over the glorious vision before mebut I AM NOT LIKE YOU。 If you knew my thoughts； the dreams that absorb me； and the fiery imagination that at times eats me up； and makes me feel society； as it is； wretchedly insipid； you would pity and I dare say despise me。 But I know the treasures of the BIBLE； I love and adore them。 I can SEE the Well of Life in all its clearness and brightness； but when I stoop down to drink of the pure waters they fly from my lips as if I were Tantalus。
〃You are far too kind and frequent in your invitations。 You puzzle me。 I hardly know how to refuse； and it is still more embarrassing to accept。 At any rate； I cannot come this week； for we are in the very thickest melee of the Repetitions。 I was hearing the terrible fifth section when your note arrived。 But Miss Wooler says I must go to Mary next Friday； as she promised for me on Whit…Sunday； and on Sunday morning I will join you at church； if it be convenient； and stay till Monday。 There's a free and easy proposal！ Miss W… has driven me to it。 She says her character is implicated。〃
Good； kind Miss W…！ however monotonous and trying were the duties Charlotte had to perform under her roof； there was always a genial and thoughtful friend watching over her； and urging her to partake of any little piece of innocent recreation that might come in her way。 And in those Midsumme