Her poor father, nearly sightless, depended upon her cares in his blind helplessness; but this was a sacred pious charge, the duties of which she was blessed in fulfilling.

The black gloom hung over what had once been the brightest hope of the family--over Branwell, and the mystery in which his wayward conduct was enveloped.

Somehow and sometime, he would have to turn to his home as a hiding place for shame; such was the sad foreboding of his sisters.

Then how could she be cheerful, when she was losing her dear and noble "Mary," for such a length of time and distance of space that her heart might well prophesy that it was "for ever"?
Long before, she had written of Mary T., that she "was full of feelings noble, warm, generous, devoted, and profound.
God bless her! I never hope to see in this world a character more truly noble.

She would die willingly for one she loved.