Monday, 12 October 2009


...except that not all of the Bronte family were carried to their final resting place through this gate. Poor Anne languishes in Scarborough: to where she was transported in a performance of treatment when all treatment was really in vain; where, on her last day, she was carried, coughing, down the boarding house stairs on Ellen Nussey's back; where she was buried with few of her family in attendance, her father Patrick having known that his cheery goodbye at the door of their high Haworth home was really the last rite of rector to sinner with the hope of a father to child overlain; where now she rests in the peaceful obscurity that can only be known in a place by the sea, to which the world throngs but not for thee.

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