A gentleman who had kindly interested himself in the preparation of this memoir took the first volume, shortly after the publication, to the house of this old servant, in order to show her the portrait.

The moment she caught a glimpse of the frontispiece, "There she is," in a minute she exclaimed.

"Come, John, look!" (to her husband); and her daughter was equally struck by the resemblance.

There might not be many to regard the Brontes with affection, but those who once loved them, loved them long and well.
I return to the father's letter.

He says:-- "When mere children, as soon as they could read and write, Charlotte and her brothers and sisters used to invent and act little plays of their own, in which the Duke of Wellington, my daughter Charlotte's hero, was sure to come off conqueror; when a dispute would not unfrequently arise amongst them regarding the comparative merits of him, Buonaparte, Hannibal, and Caesar.