Charlotte Bronte

Charlotte Bronte was born in 1816 at Hartshead, England, but moved shortly after her birth to Haworth, Yorkshire. Her father, Patrick, was a poor English clergyman and was eccentric and abusive.On the direction of their father, the Bronte children were fed a vegetable diet and clothed in coarse clothes to make them hardy and to prevent their becoming proud. But they were far from hardy; on the contrary, they were small, feeble, and stunted in growth. Their mother died from cancer when they were all young, and while her sister, Elizabeth Branwell came to care for them, the children were left mostly to themselves.  Four of the girls were sent away to school, Charlotte among them.  They turned to literary work.  They issued a volume of poems, but it met with little success. . While those of Emily and Anne were accepted, Charlotte’s was rejected everywhere she submitted it and was not published until after her death.  In the face of all this failure and discouragement, Charlotte went on to write “Jane Eyre”. It met with immediate success. Charlotte’s writing became her passport into the highest of literary circles of London and all of Europe, meeting the most prominent writers of the time. But she was a rather shy woman and didn’t like the spotlight, so she returned to her home. She was still in poor health, as she had been most of her life, and died in March of 1855.

LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?

Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !

What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !       

Charlotte Brontë