But I do not pretend to be able to harmonize points of character, and account for them, and bring them all into one consistent and intelligible whole.

The family with whom I have now to do shot their roots down deeper than I can penetrate.

I cannot measure them, much less is it for me to judge them.
I have named these instances of eccentricity in the father because I hold the knowledge of them to be necessary for a right understanding of the life of his daughter.
Mrs.Bronte died in September, 1821, and the lives of those quiet children must have become quieter and lonelier still.

Charlotte tried hard, in after years, to recall the remembrance of her mother, and could bring back two or three pictures of her.

One was when, sometime in the evening light, she had been playing with her little boy, Patrick Branwell, in the parlour of Haworth Parsonage.