ThewayinwhichMr。Brontemadehischildrensympathisewithhiminhisgreatinterestinpolitics，musthavedonemuchtoliftthemabovethechancesoftheirmindsbeinglimitedortaintedbypettylocalgossip。Itaketheonlyotherremainingpersonalfragmentoutof\"TalesoftheIslanders；\"itisasortofapology，containedintheintroductiontothesecondvolume，fortheirnothavingbeencontinuedbefore；thewritershadbeenforalongtimetoobusy，andlatterlytoomuchabsorbedinpolitics。
\"Parliamentwasopened，andthegreatCatholicquestionwasbroughtforward，andtheDuke’smeasuresweredisclosed，andallwasslander，violence，party-spirit，andconfusion。Oh，thosesixmonths，fromthetimeoftheKing’sspeechtotheend！Nobodycouldwrite，think，orspeakonanysubjectbuttheCatholicquestion，andtheDukeofWellington，andMr。Peel。IrememberthedaywhentheIntelligenceExtraordinarycamewithMr。Peel’sspeechinit，containingthetermsonwhichtheCatholicsweretobeletin！WithwhateagernessPapatoreoffthecover，andhowweallgatheredroundhim，andwithwhatbreathlessanxietywelistened，asonebyonetheyweredisclosed，andexplained，andargueduponsoably，andsowell！andthenwhenitwasallout，howauntsaidthatshethoughtitwasexcellent，andthattheCatholicscoulddonoharmwithsuchgoodsecurity！IrememberalsothedoubtsastowhetheritwouldpasstheHouseofLords，andthepropheciesthatitwouldnot；andwhenthepapercamewhichwastodecidethequestion，theanxietywasalmostdreadfulwithwhichwelistenedtothewholeaffair:theopeningofthedoors；thehush；theroyaldukesintheirrobes，andthegreatdukeingreensashandwaistcoat；therisingofallthepeeresseswhenherose；thereadingofhisspeech——Papasayingthathiswordswerelikepreciousgold；andlastly，themajorityofonetofoursicinfavouroftheBill。Butthisisadigression，\"&c。，&c。
Thismusthavebeenwrittenwhenshewasbetweenthirteenandfourteen。
Itwillbeinterestingtosomeofmyreaderstoknowwhatwasthecharacterofherpurelyimaginativewritingatthisperiod。Whileherdescriptionofanyrealoccurrenceis，aswehaveseen，homely，graphic，andforcible，whenshegiveswaytoherpowersofcreation，herfancyandherlanguagealikerunriot，sometimestotheverybordersofapparentdelirium。Ofthiswildweirdwriting，asingleexamplewillsuffice。Itisalettertotheeditorofoneofthe\"LittleMagazines。\"
\"Sir，——ItiswellknownthattheGeniihavedeclaredthatunlesstheyperformcertainarduousdutieseveryyear，ofamysteriousnature，alltheworldsinthefirmamentwillbeburntup，andgatheredtogetherinonemightyglobe，whichwillrollinsolitarygrandeurthroughthevastwildernessofspace，inhabitedonlybythefourhighprincesoftheGenii，tilltimeshallbesucceededbyEternity；andtheimpudenceofthisisonlytobeparalleledbyanotheroftheirassertions，namely，thatbytheirmagicmighttheycanreducetheworldtoadesert，thepurestwaterstostreamsoflividpoison，andtheclearestlakestostagnantwaters，thepestilentialvapoursofwhichshallslayalllivingcreatures，excepttheblood-thirstybeastoftheforest，andtheravenousbirdoftherock。ButthatinthemidstofthisdesolationthepalaceoftheChiefGeniishallrisesparklinginthewilderness，andthehorriblehowloftheirwar-cryshallspreadoverthelandatmorning，atnoontideandnight；butthattheyshallhavetheirannualfeastoverthebonesofthedead，andshallyearlyrejoicewiththejoyofvictors。Ithink，sir，thatthehorriblewickednessofthisneedsnoremark，andthereforeI