I have before alluded to intelligence from home, calculated to distress Charlotte exceedingly with fears respecting Branwell, which I shall speak of more at large when the realisation of her worst apprehensions came to affect the daily life of herself and her sisters.

I allude to the subject again here, in order that the reader may remember the gnawing, private cares, which she had to bury in her own heart; and the pain of which could only be smothered for a time under the diligent fulfilment of present duty.

Another dim sorrow was faintly perceived at this time.

Her father's eyesight began to fail; it was not unlikely that he might shortly become blind; more of his duty must devolve on a curate, and Mr.Bronte, always liberal, would have to pay at a higher rate than he had heretofore done for this assistance.
She wrote thus to Emily:-- "Dec.1st, 1843.
"This is Sunday morning.

They are at their idolatrous 'messe,' and I am here, that is in the Refectoire.