wet earth which covered their lost darling; and that the sad, sighing gale was mourning above her buried head.  The fire warmed them; Life and Friendship yet blessed them:  but Jessy lay cold, coffined, solitary—­only the sod screening her from the storm.”

This was the first death that had occurred in the small circle of Charlotte’s immediate and intimate friends since the loss of her two sisters long ago.  She was still in the midst of her deep sympathy with “Mary,” when word came from home that her aunt, Miss Branwell, was ailing—­was very ill.  Emily and Charlotte immediately resolved to go home straight, and hastily packed up for England, doubtful whether they should ever return to Brussels or not, leaving all their relations with M. and Madame Heger, and the pensionnat, uprooted, and uncertain of any future existence.  Even before their departure, on the morning after they received the first intelligence of illness—­when they were on the very point of starting—­came a second letter, telling them of their aunt’s death.  It could not hasten their movements, for every arrangement had been made for speed.  They sailed from Antwerp; they travelled night and day, and got home on a Tuesday morning.  The funeral and all was over, and Mr. Bronte and Anne were sitting together, in quiet grief for the loss of one who had done her part well in their household for nearly twenty years, and earned the regard and respect of many who never knew how much they should miss her till she was gone.  The small property which she had accumulated, by dint of personal frugality and self-denial, was bequeathed to her nieces.  Branwell, her darling, was to have had his share; but his reckless expenditure had distressed the good old lady, and his name was omitted in her will.

When the first shock was over, the three sisters began to enjoy the full relish of meeting again, after the longest separation they had had in their lives.  They had much to tell of the past, and much to settle for the future.  Anne had been for some little time in a situation, to which she was to return at the end of the Christmas holidays.  For another year or so they were again to be all three apart; and, after that, the happy vision of being together and opening a school was to be realised.  Of course they did not now look forward to settling at Burlington, or any other place which would take them away from their father; but the small sum which they each independently possessed would enable them to effect such alterations in the parsonage-house at Haworth as would adapt it to the reception of pupils.  Anne’s plans for the interval were fixed.  Emily quickly decided to be the daughter to remain at home.  About Charlotte there was much deliberation and some discussion.

Even in all the haste of their sudden departure from Brussels, M. Heger had found time to write a letter of sympathy to Mr. Bronte on the loss which he had just sustained; a letter containing such a graceful appreciation of the daughters’ characters, under the form of a tribute of respect to their father, that I should have been tempted to copy it, even had there not also been a proposal made in it respecting Charlotte, which deserves a place in the record of her life.