to W. S. WILLIAMS, 23 March 1853
I had a letter the other day announcing that a lady of some note who had always determined that whenever she married, her elect should be the counterpart of Mr. Knightley in Miss Austen's "Emma" -- had now changed her mind and vowed that she would either find the duplicate of Professor Emanuel or remain forever single!!! (138)
CATHERINE WINKWORTH to EMILY SHAEN, 25 March [1853]
That's one thing I like in Miss Bronte, that her men are so much better than most women's men. (141)
to GEORGE SMITH, 26 March 1853
With regards to that momentous point -- M. Paul's fate -- in case any one in future should request to be enlightened thereon -- they may be told that it was designed that every reader should settle the catastrophe for himself, according to the quality of his disposition, the tender or remorseless impulse of his nature. 'drowning and Matrimony are the fearful alternatives' The Merciful...will of course choose the former and milder doom -- drown him to put him out of pain. The cruel-hearted will on the contrary pitilessly impale him on the second horn of the dilemma -- marrying him without ruth or compunction to that -- person -- that -- that -- individual -- "Lucy Snowe." (142)
to GEORGE SMITH, 26 March 1853
I deny, and must deny that Mr. Thackeray is very good or very amiable, but the Man is great. (143)
ELIZABETH GASKELL to LADY KAY-SHUTTLEWORTH, 7 April [1853]
The difference between Miss Bronte and me is that she puts all her naughtiness into her books, and I put all my goodness. I am sure she works off a great deal that is morbid
into her writing, and
out of her life; and my books are so far better than I am that I often feel ashamed of having written them and as if I were a hypocrite. (150)
ELIZABETH GASKELL to JOHN FORSTER, 3 May 1853
I like her more & (b) more. She is so true, she wins respect, deep respect, from the very first, -- and then comes hearty liking, -- and last of all comes love. I throughly loved her before she left, -- and I was so sorry for her! She has had so little kindness & affection shown to her. She said that she was afraid of loving me as much as she could, because she had never been able to inspire the kind of love she felt. (159).
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The Letters of Charlotte Bronte, ed. Margaret Smith, Volume III