Abstract
Abstract More than ninety years have passed since George Smith, greatly daring, published “Jane Eyre” and achieved a success that was as swift as it was unexpected; since “Wuthering Heights” and “Agnes Grey”, so strangely yoked together, appeared as a threevolume novel; since Emily Bronte, having done what man may, endured what man must and, having conquered in her dour battle with fate, was laid beneath the stones of Haworth Church; and since Anne Bronte, weak in body but strong in soul, slipped out of the world as gently and unobtrusively as she had lived in it. Nearly ninety years have gone by since that Easter morning in 1855 when the dwellers by Haworth moorside heard that Parson Bronte's last and most famous child-having known hardship always, tragedy often, a success that was deeply tinged with sorrow and, at the last, a brief, quiet happiness-had been taken from life almost at the moment of its fulfilment.
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