1819) were separated in their birth by but three years, Emily (b.

1818) and Kingsley by but one.
[23] Edgar Poe has a perfectly serious and very characteristic explosion at the prominence of these agreeable viands in the book.
The curious story of the struggles of the Bronte girls to get published hardly concerns us, and Emily's work, _Wuthering Heights_,[24] is one of those isolated books which, whatever their merit, are rather ornaments than essential parts in novel history.

But this is not the case with _Jane Eyre_ (1847), _Shirley_ (1849), _Villette_ (1852), and _The Professor_ (1857) (but written much earlier).

These are all examples of the determination to base novels on actual life and experience.

Few novelists have ever kept so close to their own part in these as Charlotte Bronte did, though she accompanied, permeated, and to a certain extent transformed her autobiography and observation by a strong romantic and fantastic imaginative element.