In 1824, the four elder girls were admitted as pupils to Cowan Bridge School for the daughters of clergymen, where they were half starved amid the most insanitary surroundings.  Helen Burns in “Jane Eyre” is as exact a transcript of Maria Bronte as Charlotte’s wonderful power of representing character could give.  In 1825 both Maria and Elizabeth died of consumption, and Charlotte was suddenly called from school into the responsibilities of the eldest sister in a motherless family.

At the end of the year, Charlotte and Emily returned home, where Branwell was being taught by his father, and their aunt, Miss Branwell, who acted as housekeeper, taught them what she could.  An immense amount of manuscript dating from this period is in existence—­tales, dramas, poems, romances, written principally by Charlotte, in a hand it is almost impossible to decipher without the aid of a magnifying glass.  They make in the whole twenty-two volumes, each volume containing from sixty to a hundred pages, and all written in about fifteen months.  The quality strikes me as of singular merit for a girl of thirteen or fourteen.

II.—­Girlhood of Charlotte Bronte

In 1831, Charlotte Bronte was a quiet, thoughtful girl, nearly fifteen years of age, very small in figure—­stunted was the word she applied to herself—­fragile, with soft, thick, brown hair, and peculiar eyes.  They were large and well shaped, their colour a reddish brown, and if the iris was closely examined, it appeared to be composed of a great variety of tints.  The usual expression was of quiet, listening intelligence, but now and then, on some just occasion for vivid interest or wholesome indignation, a light would shine out as if some spiritual lamp had been kindled which glowed behind those expressive orbs.  I never saw the like in any other human creature.  The rest of her features were plain, large, and ill-set; but you were hardly aware of the fact, for the eyes and power of the countenance overbalanced every physical defect.  The crooked mouth and the large nose were forgotten, and the whole face arrested the attention, and presently attracted all those whom she would herself have cared to attract.  Her hands and feet were the smallest I ever saw; when one of her hands was placed in mine it was like the soft touch of a bird in the middle of my palm.

In January, 1831, Charlotte was sent to school again, this time as a pupil of Miss Wooler, who lived at Roe Head, between Leeds and Huddersfield, the surroundings being those described in “Shirley.”  The kind motherly nature of Miss Wooler, and the small number of the girls, made the establishment more like a private family than a school.  Here Charlotte formed friendships with Miss Wooler and girls attending the school—­particularly Ellen Nussey and Mary Taylor—­which lasted through life.