Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great: Charlotte Brontë

Kessinger Publishing (that specialises in rare reprints) announces these days the release of this book, quite unknown to us:

Charlotte Brontë Author: Hubbard, Elbert ISBN: 1425343139 (published originally in 1916)
Pages: 28
Our Price: $15.95
Book Type: Reprint

Description: THIS 28 PAGE ARTICLE WAS EXTRACTED FROM THE BOOK: Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great: Famous Women, by Elbert Hubbard. To purchase the entire book, please order ISBN 0766104044.

The complete book (and of course the article about Charlotte Brontë) is available in the Project Gutenberg website.

A very funny extract:
(...) I got out of the train at Keighley, which you must pronounce "Keethley," and leaving my valise with the station-master started on foot for Haworth, four miles away. (...)

And the old man wiped his glasses and told me that he was a Churchman, although an unworthy one, and had been for fifty-four years, come Michaelmas. Yes, he had always lived here, was born only across the beck away--his father was gamekeeper for Lord Cardigan, and afterwards agent. He had been to Haworth many times, although not for ten years. He knew the Reverend Patrick Bronte well, for the Incumbent from Haworth used to preach at Keighley once a year, and sometimes twice. Bronte was a fine man, with a splendid voice for intoning, and very strict about keeping out all heresies and such. He had a lot of trouble, had Bronte: his wife died and left him with eight or ten children, all smart, but rather wild. They gave him a lot of bother, especially the boy. One of the girls married Mr. Bronte's curate, Mr. Nicholls, a very decent kind of man who comes to Keighley once a year, and always comes to the factory to ask how things are going. Yes, Mr. Nicholls' first wife died years and years ago. She used to write things--novels; but no one should read novels; novels are stories that are not so--things that never happened; they tell of folks that never was. Having no argument to present in way of rebuttal, I shook hands with the old man and started away. (...)

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