This stone is also dedicated to the
   memory of Anne Bronte, {1}
   youngest daughter of the Rev.  P. Bronte, A.B. 
   She died, aged 27 years, may 28th, 1849,
   and was buried at the old church, Scarboro.’

At the upper part of this tablet ample space is allowed between the lines of the inscription; when the first memorials were written down, the survivors, in their fond affection, thought little of the margin and verge they were leaving for those who were still living.  But as one dead member of the household follows another fast to the grave, the lines are pressed together, and the letters become small and cramped.  After the record of Anne’s death, there is room for no other.

But one more of that generation—­the last of that nursery of six little motherless children—­was yet to follow, before the survivor, the childless and widowed father, found his rest.  On another tablet, below the first, the following record has been added to that mournful list:—­

   Adjoining lie the remains of
   Charlotte, wife
   of the
   Rev.  Arthur bell Nicholls, A.B.,
   And daughter of the Rev.  P. Bronte, A.B., Incumbent
   she died march 31st, 1855, in the 39th
   year of her age. {2}

This tablet, which corrects the error in the former tablet as to the age of Anne Bronte, bears the following inscription in Roman letters; the initials, however, being in old English.

CHAPTER II

For a right understanding of the life of my dear friend, Charlotte Bronte, it appears to me more necessary in her case than in most others, that the reader should be made acquainted with the peculiar forms of population and society amidst which her earliest years were passed, and from which both her own and her sisters’ first impressions of human life must have been received.  I shall endeavour, therefore, before proceeding further with my work, to present some idea of the character of the people of Haworth, and the surrounding districts.

Even an inhabitant of the neighbouring county of Lancaster is struck by the peculiar force of character which the Yorkshiremen display.  This makes them interesting as a race; while, at the same time, as individuals, the remarkable degree of self-sufficiency they possess gives them an air of independence rather apt to repel a stranger.  I use this expression “self-sufficiency” in the largest sense.  Conscious of the strong sagacity and the dogged power of will which seem almost