CHARLOTTE BRONTË.
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wonder, and re-read with reverence and admiration, when darkness everlasting has long since fallen upon all human memory of their cheap scientific, their vulgar erotic, and their voluminous domestic schools; when even 'Daniel Deronda' has gone the way of all waxwork, when even Miss Broughton no longer cometh up as a flower, and even Mrs. Oliphant is at length cut down like the grass. It is under the rash and reckless impulse of this unfashionable belief that I would offer a superfluous word or two of remark on the twin-born genius of the less mortal sisters who left with us for ever the legacies of 'Jane Eyre' and 'Wuthering Heights.'
The one sovereign quality common alike to the spirit and the work of these two great
