Letter from Branwell Brontë to Joseph Bentley Leyland, c. January 1847 (BC MS 19c Brontë/02/01/16)
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And lay alone
Has nought to do with joy or care;
So, if the light of life be gone
There come no sorrows crowding on,
And powerless lies DESPAIR!"
"Martin Luke implores for eternal rest!" (Italian Epitaph.) ''Note: This page is blank ''
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I had a letter written, and intended to have
been forwarded to you a few days after I last left the
ensnaring town of Halifax.
That letter, from being kept so long in my pocket book,
has gone out of dates, so I have burnt it, and now send
a short note as a precursor to an awfully lengthy one.
I have much to say to you with which you would
probably be sadly bored, but as it will be only askings
for advice I hope you will feel as a Cat does when
her hair is stroked down. [...] towards her tail. She
purrs then; but she spits when it is stroked upwards.
I wish Mr Nich[?]
of the "Old Cock" would send
me my bill of what I owe to him, and, the moment that
I receive my outlaid cash, or any sum which may fall
into my hands through the hands of one whom I may never
see again, I shall settle it.
That settlement, I have some reason to hope, will be
But, can a few pounds make a fellow's soul like a
[...] calm bowl of creamed milk?
If it can I should like to drink that bowl dry.
I shall write more at length (Deo volente
) on matters of
much importance to me but of little to yourself.
Yours, in the bonds, Sanctus
Patricius Branwellius Bronteio