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Letter from Branwell Brontë to Joseph Bentley Leyland, 25 November 1845 (BC MS 19c Brontë/02/01/09)

Later annotations in pencil in unknown hand across the top of the page. ‘25 Nov 1845. The reference here is to the poem 'Penmaenmawr'. B.F. ii 101’

Later annotations in pencil in unknown hand in the top right corner. ‘37’

Haworth
Bradford
York

My Dear Sir,

I send through yourself the enclosed
scrap for the Halifax Guardian - and I ought
to tell you why I wish anything of so personal
a nature to appear in print.

I have no other way, not pregnant with dan
ger, of communicating with one whom I cannot
help loving. illegible text Printed lines with my usual
signature "Northangerland" would excite no suspic
ion - as my late unhappy employer shrunk from
the base idea of my being able to write anything, and
had a day's sickness after hearing that Macaulay
sent me a complimentary letter so He wont know
thewordname.

I sent through a private channel one letter of com
fort in her great and agonizing present afflictions,
but I recalled it through dread of the consequences of
a discovery.
The lines only have one merit, that of illegible text

really expressing my feelings while sailing under
the Welsh mountains - when the band on board the
steamer struck up "Ye banks and braes" - and God
knows that, for many different reasons, those feelings
were far enough from pleasure.

I suffer very much from the mental exhaust
ion which arises from brooding on matters useless at
present to think of - and active employment of thought would be
my greatest curse and blessing - for really after hours
of thoughts which business would have hushed I have
felt as if I could not live, and, if long continued, such
a state will bring on permanent affection of the heart
which is already bothered with most uneasy palpitations.

I should like extremely to have an hours sitting
with you, and if I had the chance, I would promise
to try not to be gloomy. You said you would be
at Haworth e're long, but that 'e're' has doubtlessly
changed to 'ne'er', so I must wish to get to Halifax
sometime to see you.

I saw Murray's monument praised in the papers
and I trust you are getting on well with Beckwith's,
as well as with your own personal statue of living
flesh and blood.

Mine, like your Theseus, has lost its hands and
feet, and I fear, its head also, for it can neither
move write or think as it once could.

I hope I shall hear of you on John Brown's
return from Halifax whither he has gone, and
apologising honestly for putting ^you to you the trouble of placing the enclosed in the hands of the newspaper
Editor - if you choose to do so,

I remain,
Dear Sir,
Yours most sincerely,
P.B. Bronte.

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