The Three Brontës eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 276 pages of information about The Three Brontës.

The Three Brontës eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 276 pages of information about The Three Brontës.

INTRODUCTION

When six months ago Mr. Thomas Seccombe suggested that I should write a short essay on “The Three Brontes” I agreed with some misgiving.

Yet that deed was innocent compared with what I have done now; and, in any case, the series afforded the offender a certain shelter and protection.  But to come out like this, into the open, with another Bronte book, seems not only a dangerous, but a futile and a fatuous adventure.  All I can say is that I did not mean to do it.  I certainly never meant to write so long a book.

It grew, insidiously, out of the little one.  Things happened.  New criticisms opened up old questions.  When I came to look carefully into Mr. Clement Shorter’s collection of the Complete Poems of Emily Bronte, I found a mass of material (its existence I, at any rate, had not suspected) that could not be dealt with in the limits of the original essay.

The book is, and can only be, the slightest of all slight appreciations.  None the less it has been hard and terrible for me to write it.  Not only had I said nearly all that I had to say already, but I was depressed at the very start by that conviction of the absurdity of trying to say anything at all, after all that has been said, about Anne, or Emily, or Charlotte Bronte.

Anne’s case, perhaps, was not so difficult.  For obvious reasons, Anne Bronte will always be comparatively virgin soil.  But it was impossible to write of Charlotte after Mrs. Gaskell; impossible to say more of Emily than Madame Duclaux has said; impossible to add one single little fact to the vast material, so patiently amassed, so admirably arranged by Mr. Clement Shorter.  And when it came to appreciation there were Mr. Theodore Watts-Dunton, Sir William Robertson Nicoll, Mr. Birrell, and Mrs. Humphry Ward, lying along the ground.  When it came to eulogy, after Mr. Swinburne’s Note on Charlotte Bronte, neither Charlotte nor Emily have any need of praise.

And on Emily Bronte, M. Maeterlinck has spoken the one essential, the one perfect and final and sufficient word.  I have “lifted” it unblushingly; for no other word comes near to rendering the unique, the haunting, the indestructible impression that she makes.

So, because all the best things about the Brontes have been said already, I have had to fall back on the humble day-labour of clearing away some of the rubbish that has gathered round them.

Round Charlotte it has gathered to such an extent that it is difficult to see her plainly through the mass of it.  Much has been cleared away; much remains.  Mrs. Oliphant’s dreadful theories are still on record.  The excellence of Madame Duclaux’s monograph perpetuates her one serious error.  Mr. Swinburne’s Note immortalizes his.  M. Heger was dug up again the other day.

It may be said that I have been calling up ghosts for the mere fun of laying them; and there might be something in it, but that really these ghosts still walk.  At any rate many people believe in them, even at this time of day.  M. Dimnet believes firmly that poor Mrs. Robinson was in love with Branwell Bronte.  Some of us still think that Charlotte was in love with M. Heger.  They cannot give him up any more than M. Dimnet can give up Mrs. Robinson.

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