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were not common effusions, nor at all like the poetry women generally
write. I thought them condensed and terse, vigorous and genuine. To my
ear they had also a peculiar music - wild, melancholy, and elevating.
My sister Emily was not a person of demonstrative character, nor one
on the recesses of whose mind and feelings even those nearest and dearest
to her could, with impunity, intrude unlicensed; it took hours to reconcile
her to the discovery I had made, and days to persuade her that such poems
merited publication. I knew, however, that a mind like hers could not be
without some latent spark of honourable ambition, and refused to be
discouraged in my attempts to fan that spark to flame.
Meantime, my younger sister quietly produced some of her own
compositions, intimating that, since Emily's had given me pleasure, I
might like to look at hers. I could not but be a partial judge, yet I thought
that these verses, too, had a sweet, sincere pathos of their own.
We had very early cherished the dream of one day becoming authors.
This dream, never relinquished even when distance divided and absorbing
tasks occupied us, now suddenly acquired strength and consistency: it took
the character of a resolve. We agreed to arrange a small selection of our
poems, and, if possible, to get them printed. Averse to personal publicity,
we veiled our own names under those of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell; the
ambiguous choice being dictated by a sort of conscientious scruple at
assuming Christian names positively masculine, while we did not like to
declare ourselves women, because - without at that time suspecting that
our mode of writing and thinking was not what is called 'feminine' - we
had a vague impression that authoresses are liable to be looked on with
prejudice; we had noticed how critics sometimes use for their chastisement
the weapon of personality, and for their reward, a flattery, which is not true
praise.
The bringing out of our little book was hard work. As was to be
expected, neither we nor our poems were at all wanted; but for this we had
been prepared at the outset; though inexperienced ourselves, we had read
the experience of others. The great puzzle lay in the difficulty of getting
answers of any kind from the publishers to whom we applied. Being
greatly harassed by this obstacle, I ventured to apply to the Messrs.