This is where the Brontë children would spend most of their lives. In April 1820 the family moved a few miles to Haworth, a remote town on the Yorkshire moors, where Patrick had been appointed Perpetual Curate. See also Emily Brontë and Anne Brontë.Ĭharlotte Brontë was born in Thornton, Yorkshire, England, the third of six children, to Patrick Brontë (formerly 'Patrick Brunty'), an Irish Anglican clergyman, and his wife, Maria Branwell. What you have been doing I know not but you shall hear, if you choose to listen, how the world has wagged with me.Ĭharlotte Brontë was an English novelist, the eldest out of the three famous Brontë sisters whose novels have become standards of English literature.

I began to think of old times to runover the events which have transpired since we separated and I sat down and commenced this letter. Chancing to take up anewspaper of your county the other day, my eye fell upon your name. “It is a long time since I wrote to you, and a still longer time since I saw you. I felt myself superior to that check THEN as I do NOW. Still, out of school hours we walked and talked continually together when the theme of conversation was our companions or our masters we understood each other, and when I recurred to some sentiment of affection, some vague love of an excellent or beautiful object, whether in animate or inanimate nature, your sardonic coldness did not move me. The other day, in looking over my papers, I found in my desk the following copy of a letter, sent by me a year since to an old school acquaintance:-“DEAR CHARLES, “I think when you and I were at Eton together, we were neither of us what could be called popular characters: you were a sarcastic, observant, shrewd, cold-blooded creature my own portrait I will not attempt to draw, but I cannot recollect that it was a strikingly attractive one-can you? What animal magnetism drew thee and me together I know not certainly I never experienced anything of the Pylades and Orestes sentiment for you, and I have reason to believe that you, on your part, were equally free from all romantic regard to me.

The Professor by Charlotte Brontë