“I accompanied Mr. Heap on his first visit to Haworth after his accession to the vicarage of Bradford.  It was on Easter day, either 1816 or 1817.  His predecessor, the venerable John Crosse, known as the ‘blind vicar,’ had been inattentive to the vicarial claims.  A searching investigation had to be made and enforced, and as it proceeded stout and sturdy utterances were not lacking on the part of the parishioners.  To a spectator, though rude, they were amusing, and significant, foretelling what might be expected, and what was afterwards realised, on the advent of a new incumbent, if they deemed him an intruder.

“From their peculiar parochial position and circumstances, the inhabitants of the chapelry have been prompt, earnest, and persevering in their opposition to church-rates.  Although ten miles from the mother-church, they were called upon to defray a large proportion of this obnoxious tax,—­I believe one fifth.

“Besides this, they had to maintain their own edifice, &c., &c.  They resisted, therefore, with energy, that which they deemed to be oppression and injustice.  By scores would they wend their way from the hills to attend a vestry meeting at Bradford, and in such service failed not to show less of the suaviter in modo than the fortiter in re.  Happily such occasion for their action has not occurred for many years.

“The use of patronymics has been common in this locality.  Inquire for a man by his Christian name and surname, and you may have some difficulty in finding him:  ask, however, for ‘George o’ Ned’s,’ or ‘Dick o’ Bob’s,’ or ‘Tom o’ Jack’s,’ as the case may be, and your difficulty is at an end.  In many instances the person is designated by his residence.  In my early years I had occasion to inquire for Jonathan Whitaker, who owned a considerable farm in the township.  I was sent hither and thither, until it occurred to me to ask for ‘Jonathan o’ th’ Gate.’  My difficulties were then at an end.  Such circumstances arise out of the settled character and isolation of the natives.

“Those who have witnessed a Haworth wedding when the parties were above the rank of labourers, will not easily forget the scene.  A levy was made on the horses of the neighbourhood, and a merry cavalcade of mounted men and women, single or double, traversed the way to Bradford church.  The inn and church appeared to be in natural connection, and as the labours of the Temperance Society had then to begin, the interests of sobriety were not always consulted.  On remounting their steeds they commenced with a race, and not unfrequently an inebriate or unskilful horseman or woman was put hors de combat.  A race also was frequent at the end. of these wedding expeditions, from the bridge to the toll-bar at Haworth.  The race-course you will know to be anything but level.”

Into the midst of this lawless, yet not unkindly population, Mr. Bronte brought his wife and six little children, in February, 1820.  There are those yet alive who remember seven heavily-laden carts lumbering slowly up the long stone street, bearing the “new parson’s” household goods to his future abode.