The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1891-04-12
OUR LITERARY BUDGET.
Grim Old HaYOrth-- Memories and AD'
Gent Relics.
THE HONE OF THE BRONTES.
An Account Of q Family That Has Attained to
Extraordinary Tame--Tbe Novel
Of the Future.

In the entire history of the relation OF wo-
man 70 literature there cannot be found any
thing ike the same wnsOme, if somewhat
melancholy. interest that will always cling TO
the irreproacbable maine, the obscure sur
roundincs and the extraordinary personality
Of the author Of Jane Eyre
Because of this Haworth. thoughintcresting
for little else than once having been the home
of the Bronte family, is worth going a long
way TO see. And il is o long and dreary way
one has to come. Pcrched mp here amongthe
bleak hills of the West Riding of Yorkshire,
alongside tho m00rs end fclls OF Lancashire,
the place is almost "a unknown and iaecccssi-
Die as the grave Of Byron al tucknall IOTkaId,
IN Nottinghamshre.
II your impulse IL 10 visit Haworth, come in
the summer only Then there IS et least sun,
shine. Then heecy clouds struggle over and
between thehills Us If shadowy hosts were
marshaling behind the horizon. Here and
there splatchcs Of color lic against old walls
and house fronts The heather bushes from
the undulant green Of the m0ors. And one
can then easily imagine bits Of Apuhan past3-
raj scenery here in the shepherds and their
tocks. like cameo reliofs on beds Of dazzling
emerald; with n perspective OF bilowy lines
and misty clouds and here and there saw
ace kite or moor buzzard circlin2 above The
scene fierce and endless IN its hunger LOT I'M
wary heath poults OF grouse.
But at any other time. your impressions, al
the way from Keighley up 20 tho httle valley
OF the Worth River, the stream being no
where more than tiny beck or moorland
rin, will be dismal ones indeed. This entire
Yorkshire district, of which Bradford ~ the
trade metropolis, is given over 10 the manu-
facture of worstcds To the right and left Of
the little branch of the Midland railway which
follows the stream up the valleyp0st lioworth
20 OXunhOpc are clusters Of deserted Olden
hand-lOOm mills rotten wcirs. grimv steam
power mills with their huge, half-smoke-
hidden chimncvs. decaying arches, rows ot
factOry-hand cottages with slatternly women
az the door: guarled. stunted trees springng
meagrely from impoverished soil in shadoWy
gorge and glen; and, IN furihest reaches oi
prospect. beneath q leaden-cOl0rcd slky. tho
grim outlines Of barren hills the bOllOws be-
tween showing further. DINNER outlines Of
bleak mOors, suggesting the wastes Of n
mountainous waved. measureless sea
The tiny llawOrth railway st1ton stands I'm
the centre Of The horseshoc-shaped valley
head t. which YOU have come from the north.
There could be a. no more cherries sight than
that presenting itself IN every direction as
you ahght from your railway carriage. INC
station master thesnglc human beng In sight,
in sparely-cut, threadbare uniform, trots
around sAiveringly for "a moment as If feeble,
starved and cold; and then snaps himself up
in his little den with "a sharp click. az II I'm
flight from the surrounding drcauncsa. Across
the track whore therc has some
time been little patch Of flowers lonely,
almost foatbcrlcss altogether bcdraggled hen
pecks at the dead stalks feebly. ENORMOUSLY.
This is all Of life there is near the station.
Over 10 the left q long distance away on the
level bed of the valley nre several huge mills.
They are prisons iu every sense. The black
smoke roll, suddenly from their stacks But
no human being IS visible Then there are
half score rows of Workmcn's houses, htuc,
mean hard. and cianp,d, buddled in grimy,
denuded spaces, Or set on the Drae-
side in all manner Of angles es
though they had set ont to run away from the
place and too feeble TO escape, had stuck fast
where they now stand High above this
modern llaworth, lrowmore stretches away
in inter0nablc swcll- of savage, trecless hills.
These circle around TO the South and West
and your eye follows them until it catches a
stoely gray line OF what at first seems ragged,
Jagged cubes Of rock. cutting in diagonal
transverse from the bottom 10 nearly the top
Of the bare escapment If another holder hill
side. terminating in the lOftcr. drcarier lia-
worth moor. This half-dciuei ragged line Of
gray Is the ancient village OF llawOrth.
Slipping and sliding along the sinuOus,
clayey path YOU reach the lower end Of tho
long. climbing. winding village street. Every
thing Is of stone-the houses, the cutters.
the rain troughs, the eargoyle spouts and the
cObbled way. like an open stone sewer cut
along the hillside TO carry of the scepy
oOzings of the moor MOSES above. There
j. but the single street. Main street II IS
called Dank. dark closes sometimes extend
for house length 10 the right and left. The
yard-wide paycmenls are series of stone stairs
and platforms. Beneath the latter nre
shadOwy shops and living rooms. All stand
open; but few inhabitants are 10 be