I see
now more clearly than I have ever done before that a private
governess has no existence, is not considered as a living and
rational being except as connected with the wearisome duties she has
to fulfil. (Charlotte
Brontë to Emily from Stonegappe, June 1839)
IMS writes:
Stonegappe |
I enjoy
very much giving lectures about the Bronte family- I go to different
places and meet friendly, interesting people - I have met a relative
of Mary Burder, I have spoken with a descendent of the Graham family
of Norton Conyers, I have seen the names of four Brontë girls in the
log book of Cowan Bridge school and I have been shown precious
possessions with a Bronte connection. However to me, perhaps the most
important thing is, in the course of my travels, I also learn so much
myself. It is always refreshing to talk with people and hear their
thoughts on that remarkable family, discover which is their favourite
Bronte book and wherever I go, whoever I meet, it is heartening to
realise that there is great interest in those who wrote their novels
at the Parsonage in Haworth.
Last week
I was lecturing on Teesside and after one lecture a lady spoke with
me and told me she had once, years ago, visited the village of
Lothersdale - the village where Charlotte was a governess at
Stonegappe House in 1839. She said she had taken tea in the village
hall and bought a pamphlet, which she gave me, containing some
delicious recipes, the menu of a dinner party held at Stonegappe and
little snippets about the village and the house.
This
pamphlet had been compiled by a lady whose parents-in- law had lived
there for twenty years but perhaps the most interesting item in it
was a short poem, author unknown, written about Charlotte’s
experiences in the short time she was at Lothersdale.
Stonegappe
1839
(with
apologies to Henrietta, James and Thomas)
‘Sh’
this is secret between us
Don’t
tell Mama she’ll be annoyed.
But Miss
Bronte is making a fuss
And she
says that this is not for what she’s employed.
Quick
James push the mouse under her door,
Then we
will run over to the back stairs,
Don’t
you think our governess is being a bore,
After all,
I only did for a dare
.
The letter
was addressed to Ellen Nussey,
I only
intended it to be a joke,
Never
thought she would call me a hussy
Grandpa
Sidgwick looked like he would choke.
So I
carefully steamed it open
How was I
to know the ink would run!
As I held
it to the kettle in the kitchen
Cook came
in and spoiled all the fun.
Now Miss
Brontë’s in her room quietly sobbing
When Mama
comes home she will be fuming,
Oh come on
Thomas let’s go for a ride on Dobbin
I have a
feeling disaster is looming.
I was told
that the James, Henrietta and Thomas were children who lived at the
house in the twentieth century and I am sure that they would be not at all like the difficult Sidgwick
children Charlotte dealt with in the nineteenth century.
The
children are constantly with me and more riotous, perverse,
unmanageable cubs never grew. A
complaint to Mrs Sidgwick brings only
black looks upon oneself, and unjust, partial excuses to screen the
children. (Charlotte
Brontë to Emily. Stonegappe June 1839)