| 'C. BRONTE.'
                             TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY
                                                        '_May_ 16th, 1853.
    'DEAR ELLEN,--The east winds about which you inquire have spared me
    wonderfully till to-day, when I feel somewhat sick physically, and
    not very blithe mentally.  I am not sure that the east winds are
    entirely to blame for this ailment.  Yesterday was a strange sort of
    a day at church.  It seems as if I were to be punished for my doubts
    about the nature and truth of poor Mr. Nicholls's regard.  Having
    ventured on Whit Sunday to stop the sacrament, I got a lesson not to
    be repeated.  He struggled, faltered, then lost command over
    himself--stood before my eyes and in the sight of all the
    communicants white, shaking, voiceless.  Papa was not there, thank
    God!  Joseph Redman spoke some words to him.  He made a great effort,
    but could only with difficulty whisper and falter through the
    service.  I suppose he thought this would be the last time; he goes
    either this week or the next.  I heard the women sobbing round, and I
    could not quite check my own tears.  What had happened was reported
    to papa either by Joseph Redman or John Brown; it excited only anger,
    and such expressions as "unmanly driveller."  Compassion or relenting
    is no more to be looked for than sap from firewood.
    'I never saw a battle more sternly fought with the feelings than Mr.
    Nicholls fights with his, and when he yields momentarily, you are
    almost sickened by the sense of the strain upon him.  However, he is
    to go, and I cannot speak to him or look at him or comfort him a
    whit, and I must submit.  Providence is over all, that is the only
    consolation.--Yours faithfully,
                                                              'C. BRONTE.'
                             TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY
                                                      '_May_ 19_th_, 1853.
    'DEAR ELLEN,--I cannot help feeling a certain satisfaction in finding
    that the people here are getting up a subscription to offer a
    testimonial of respect to Mr. Nicholls on his leaving the place.
    Many are expressing both their commiseration and esteem for him.  The
    Churchwardens recently put the question to him plainly: Why was he
    going?  Was it Mr. Bronte's fault or his own?  "His own," he |