A Yorkshire Almanac Comprising 366 Historical Extracts, Red-letter Days and Customs, and Astronomical and Meteorological Data
Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. 1857. The Life of Charlotte Brontë, 2nd Ed., Vol. 2. New York: D. Appleton. Get it:
.I hope you are not frozen up; the cold here is dreadful. I do not remember such a series of North-Pole days. England might really have taken a slide up into the Arctic zone; the sky looks like ice; the earth is frozen; the wind is as keen as a two-edged blade. We have all had severe colds and coughs in consequence of the weather. Poor Anne has suffered greatly from asthma, but is now, we are glad to say, rather better. She had two nights last week when her cough and difficulty of breathing were painful indeed to hear and witness, and must have been most distressing to suffer; she bore it, as she bears all affliction, without one complaint, only sighing now and then when nearly worn out. She has an extraordinary heroism of endurance. I admire, but I certainly could not imitate her. You say, I am to “tell you plenty.” What would you have me say? Nothing happens at Haworth; nothing, at least, of a pleasant kind. One little incident occurred about a week ago, to sting us to life; but if it gives no more pleasure for you to hear, than it did for us to witness, you will scarcely thank me for adverting to it. It was merely the arrival of a sheriff’s officer on a visit to Branwell, inviting him either to pay his debts or take a trip to York Prison. Of course his debts had to be paid. It is not agreeable to lose money, time after time, in this way, but where is the use of dwelling on such subjects? It will make him no better.
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Via John Bibby (Bibby 2022). The picture Gaskell’s quotations paint is quite gloomy, but Humphry Rolleston writes of Clifford Allbutt, who knew Charlotte:
In later life Allbutt often insisted that Mrs. Gaskell in her Life of Charlotte Brontë (1857) had been misled by someone’s account of the West Riding as a semi-savage region in which these clever girls were marooned, and so gave an exaggerated impression of the isolation of the Brontës, who in reality were much in touch with cultivated neighbours (Rolleston 1929)
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[Letter to Ellen Nussey] I hope you are not frozen up; the cold here is dreadful. I do not remember such a series of North-Pole days. England might really have taken a slide up into the Arctic Zone; the sky looks like ice; the earth is frozen; the wind is as keen as a two-edged blade. We have all had severe colds and coughs in consequence of the weather. Poor Anne has suffered greatly from asthma, but is now, we are glad to say, rather better. She had two nights last week when her cough and difficulty of breathing were painful indeed to hear and witness, and must have been most distressing to suffer; she bore it, as she bears all affliction, without one complaint, only sighing now and then when nearly worn out. She has an extraordinary heroism of endurance. I admire, but I certainly could not imitate her… You say, I am to “tell you plenty.” What would you have me say? Nothing happens at Haworth; nothing, at least, of a pleasant kind. One little incident occurred about a week ago, to sting us to life; but if it gives no more pleasure for you to hear, than it did for us to witness, you will scarcely thank me for adverting to it. It was merely the arrival of a Sheriff’s officer on a visit to B., inviting him either to pay his debts or take a trip to York. Of course his debts had to be paid. It is not agreeable to lose money, time after time, in this way; but where is the use of dwelling on such subjects? It will make him no better.
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