Mr.Bronte was the incumbent of Hartshead; and had the reputation in the neighbourhood of being a very handsome fellow, full of Irish enthusiasm, and with something of an Irishman's capability of falling easily in love.

Miss Branwell was extremely small in person; not pretty, but very elegant, and always dressed with a quiet simplicity of taste, which accorded well with her general character, and of which some of the details call to mind the style of dress preferred by her daughter for her favourite heroines.

Mr.
Bronte was soon captivated by the little, gentle creature, and this time declared that it was for life.

In her first letter to him, dated August 26th, she seems almost surprised to find herself engaged, and alludes to the short time which she has known him.

In the rest there are touches reminding one of Juliet's-- "But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true, Than those that have more cunning to be strange." There are plans for happy pic-nic parties to Kirkstall Abbey, in the glowing September days, when "Uncle, Aunt, and Cousin Jane,"-- the last engaged to a Mr.Morgan, another clergyman--were of the party; all since dead, except Mr.Bronte.