oah's Warning over Methusaleh's Grave'?-?Letter to Mr. Grundy?-?Miss Branwell's Death?-?Her Will?

er sphere than that which is called reality. He felt that they led 'the spirit on, in an ecstasy of admiration, of sweet sorrow, or of unearthly joy, to the music of harmonious, and not wholly intelligible words, raising in the mind beauteous and transcendent images.' Whatever may have been said as to Branwell's proneness to self-indulgence, and his enjoyment of society, even that of 'The Bull,' and of the corrupt of Haw

n then, an air of sadness still pervades them. More I shall find to say on th

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fleeting nature of earthly things; and, with that natural and felicitous faculty of versification with which his images and figures are invariably described, he invests the Epicurean with the hopes of the Optimist, or with the indif

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name appended, rather than under the pseudonym of 'Northangerland,' for he considered them creditable to his genius. But Branwell, on July 12th, 1842, writing to Leyland, asking some technical

rence to a monument, which that sculptor had rece

and to the carelessness of those who neglected to give it me on my return,-I have only now received his note. Its injunctions shall be glad

ed the pugilistic encounters of the 'Ring' as brutal and degrading, but Branwell always professed to defend its champions with energy and zea

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rcurrents of Branwell's mood. The idea of the piece is well borne out in majestic and suitable language, though some instances

n anticipation of the inevitable loss of the lady, who had been for long years as a mother to them. Under the shadow which spread over their home, Branwell wrote to his friend-Mr. Grundy-referring to it, sayi

ll the happy days connected with my childhood. I have suffered such sorrow since I last saw you at Haworth, that I should not now care if I were fighting in India or --, since, when the min

on the death of their aunt, as is stated in t

Miss Branwell, has given the followin

elf-denial, was bequeathed to her nieces. Branwell, her darling, was to have had his share; but hi

and without reflection, f

al income was all left to her three nieces. Branwell had been her darling, the only son, called by

(when her nephew was about fifteen years of age), by which

te, an Ind

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e Kingston, to be equally divided among them, when the youngest should have attained the age of twenty-one years. But, if these died, all was to go to her niece, Anne Kingston, and if she died, the accumulated money was to be divided between the children of her 'dear brother and sisters.' Had Branwell, who

being correctly stated; but it is lamentable that this ignorance should have led the biographers