. Charlotte Brontë at home. his falcon gaze rested respectfully, not inscorn, upon the epitaph of the Puritan Non-Conformist who wore out his frail body atthirty-eight in the strenuous endeavour tolive up to his Motto. One year and less than a month afterCharlottes christening, Mrs. Brontes John Fennell, baptised in ThorntonChurch the only son ever born to PatrickBronte and Maria, his wife. The childreceived his fathers Christian name and thesurname of his mothers family, and became,as Patrick Branwell, the most important per-sonage of the household in his parents es-timation, after
. Charlotte Brontë at home. his falcon gaze rested respectfully, not inscorn, upon the epitaph of the Puritan Non-Conformist who wore out his frail body atthirty-eight in the strenuous endeavour tolive up to his Motto. One year and less than a month afterCharlottes christening, Mrs. Brontes John Fennell, baptised in ThorntonChurch the only son ever born to PatrickBronte and Maria, his wife. The childreceived his fathers Christian name and thesurname of his mothers family, and became,as Patrick Branwell, the most important per-sonage of the household in his parents es-timation, afterward, and always in his own. Charlottes one distinct recollection of hermother, in after-years, was of a pale littlelady playing with her two-year-old son inthe fire-lighted Haworth parlour, one win-try evening. There was no reason whythe picture should have stamped itself uponthe childish mind, unless it were that theoccasions were pitifully rare when themother had time or spirits for frolicking,even with her idolised
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