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n making it succeed on account of the SITUATION。 Such is the answer I receive from almost every one。 I tell them the RETIRED SITUATION is； in some points of view； an advantage； that were it in the midst of a large town I could not pretend to take pupils on terms so moderate （Mrs。 B。 remarked that she thought the terms very moderate）； but that； as it is； not having house…rent to pay； we can offer the same privileges of education that are to be had in expensive seminaries； at little more than half their price； and as our number must be limited； we can devote a large share of time and pains to each pupil。 Thank you for the very pretty little purse you have sent me。 I make to you a curious return in the shape of half a dozen cards of terms。 Make such use of them as your judgment shall dictate。 You will see that I have fixed the sum at 35L。； which I think is the just medium； considering advantages and disadvantages。〃
This was written in July； August； September； and October passed away； and no pupils were to be heard of。 Day after day； there was a little hope felt by the sisters until the post came in。 But Haworth village was wild and lonely； and the Brontes but little known； owing to their want of connections。 Charlotte writes on the subject； in the early winter months； to this effect …
〃I； Emily； and Anne； are truly obliged to you for the efforts you have made in our behalf； and if you have not been successful； you are only like ourselves。 Every one wishes us well； but there are no pupils to be had。 We have no present intention； however； of breaking our hearts on the subject； still less of feeling mortified at defeat。 The effort must be beneficial； whatever the result may be； because it teaches us experience； and an additional knowledge of this world。 I send you two more circulars。〃
A month later； she says：…
〃We have made no alterations yet in our house。 It would be folly to do so； while there is so little likelihood of our ever getting pupils。 I fear you are giving yourself too much trouble on our account。 Depend upon it； if you were to persuade a mamma to bring her child to Haworth； the aspect of the place would frighten her； and she would probably take the dear girl back with her； instanter。 We are glad that we have made the attempt； and we will not be cast down because it has not succeeded。〃
There were； probably； growing up in each sister's heart； secret unacknowledged feelings of relief； that their plan had not succeeded。 Yes！ a dull sense of relief that their cherished project had been tried and had failed。 For that house； which was to be regarded as an occasional home for their brother； could hardly be a fitting residence for the children of strangers。 They had； in all likelihood； become silently aware that his habits were such as to render his society at times most undesirable。 Possibly； too； they had； by this time； heard distressing rumours concerning the cause of that remorse and agony of mind； which at times made him restless and unnaturally merry； at times rendered him moody and irritable。
In January； 1845； Charlotte says：… 〃Branwell has been quieter and less irritable； on the whole； this time than he was in summer。 Anne is； as usual； always good； mild； and patient。〃 The deep… seated pain which he was to occasion to his relations had now taken a decided form； and pressed heavily on Charlotte's health and spirits。 Early in this year； she went to H。 to bid good…bye to her dear friend 〃Mary；〃 who was leaving England for Australia。
Branwell； I have mentioned； had obtained the situation of a private tutor。 Anne was also engaged as governess in the same family； and was thus a miserable witness to her brother's deterioration of character at this period。 Of the causes of this deterioration I cannot speak； but the consequences were these。 He went home for his holidays reluctantly； stayed there as short a time as possible； perplexing and distressing them all by his extraordinary conductat one time in the highest spirits； at another； in the deepest depressionaccusing himself of blackest guilt and treachery； without specifying what they were； and altogether evincing an irritability of disposition bordering on insanity。
Charlotte and Emily suffered acutely from his mysterious behaviour。 He expressed himself more than satisfied with his situation； he was remaining in it for a longer time than he had ever done in any kind of employment before； so that for some time they could not conjecture that anything there made him so wilful； and restless； and full of both levity and misery。 But a sense of something wrong connected with him； sickened and oppressed them。 They began to lose all hope in his future career。 He was no longer the family pride； an indistinct dread； caused partly by his own conduct； partly by expressions of agonising suspicion in Anne's letters home； was creeping over their minds that he might turn out their deep disgrace。 But； I believe； they shrank from any attempt to define their fears； and spoke of him to each other as little as possible。 They could not help but think； and mourn； and wonder。
〃Feb。 20th； 1845。
〃I spent a week at H。； not very pleasantly； headache； sickliness； and flatness of spirits； made me a poor companion； a sad drag on the vivacious and loquacious gaiety of all the other inmates of the house。 I never was fortunate enough to be able to rally； for as much as a single hour； while I was there。 I am sure all； with the exception perhaps of Mary； were very glad when I took my departure。 I begin to perceive that I have too little life in me； now…a…days； to be fit company for any except very quiet people。 Is it age； or what else； that changes me so？〃
Alas！ she hardly needed to have asked this question。 How could she be otherwise than 〃flat…spirited；〃 〃a poor companion；〃 and a 〃sad drag〃 on the gaiety of those who were light…hearted and happy！ Her honest plan for earning her own livelihood had fallen away； crumbled to ashes； after all her preparations； not a pupil had offered herself； and； instead of being sorry that this wish of many years could not be realised； she had reason to be glad。 Her poor father； nearly sightless； depended upon her cares in his blind helplessness； but this was a sacred pious charge； the duties of which she was blessed in fulfilling。 The black gloom hung over what had once been the brightest hope of the familyover Branwell； and the mystery in which his wayward conduct was enveloped。 Somehow and sometime； he would have to turn to his home as a hiding place for shame； such was the sad foreboding of his sisters。 Then how could she be cheerful； when she was losing her dear and noble 〃Mary；〃 for such a length of time and distance of space that her heart might well prophesy that it was 〃for ever〃？ Long before； she had written of Mary T。； that she 〃was full of feelings noble； warm； generous； devoted； and profound。 God bless her！ I never hope to see in this world a character more truly noble。 She would die willingly for one she loved。 Her intellect and attainments are of the very highest standard。〃 And this was the friend whom she was to lose！ Hear that friend's account of their final interview：…
〃When I last saw Charlotte （Jan。 1845）； she told me she had quite decided to stay at home。 She owned she did not like it。 Her health was weak。 She said she should like any change at first； as she had liked Brussels at first； and she thought that there must be some possibility for some people of having a life of more variety and more communion with human kind； but she saw none for her。 I told her very warmly； that she ought not to stay at home； that to spend the next five years at home； in solitude and weak health； would ruin her； that she would never recover it。 Such a dark shadow came over her face when I said； 'Think of what you'll be five years hence！' that I stopped； and said； 'Don't cry； Charlotte！' She did not cry； but went on walking up and down the room； and said in a little while； 'But I intend to stay； Polly。'〃
A few weeks after she parted from Mary； she gives this account of her days at Haworth。
〃March 24th； 1845。
〃I can hardly tell you how time gets on at Haworth。 There is no event whatever to mark its progress。 One day resembles another； and all have heavy； lifeless physiognomies。 Sunday； baking…day； and Saturday； are the only ones that have any distinctive mark。 Meantime； life wears away。 I shall soon be thirty； and I have done nothing yet。 Sometimes I get melancholy at the prospect before and behind me。 Yet it is wrong and foolish to repine。 Undoubtedly； my duty directs me to stay at home for the present。 There was a time when Haworth was a very pleasant place to me； it is not so now。 I feel as if we were all buried here。 I long to travel； to work； to live a life of action。 Excuse me； dear； for troubling you with my fruitless wishes。 I will put by the rest； and not trouble you with them。 You must write to me。 If you knew how welcome your letters are； you would write very often。 Your letters； and the French newspapers； are the only messengers that come to me from the outer world beyond our moors； and very welcome messengers they are。〃
One of her daily employments was to read to her fat