Agnes Grey
By Anne Brontë and Juliet Barker
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Drawing on her own experience, Anne Brontë exposes the isolated world of a nineteenth-century governess in her debut novel, Agnes Grey.
Complete & Unabridged. Part of the Macmillan Collector’s Library; a series of stunning, clothbound, pocket sized classics with gold foiled edges and ribbon markers. These beautiful books make perfect gifts or a treat for any book lover. This edition is introduced by historian and biographer, Juliet Barker.
Agnes Grey is the youngest daughter of a clergyman. When the family falls on hard times, she insists on finding work as a governess in order to help her family and prove to them that she’s no longer a child. But her idealistic spirit is tested in her first position with the Bloomfield family and their unruly and spoilt children. Next she works for the even wealthier Murray family, whose scheming daughter Rosalie threatens to jeopardize the only bright spot in Agnes’s life: the young curate Edward Weston.
Anne Brontë
Anne Brontë (1820–1849) was an English novelist and poet, best known for her novels Agnes Grey and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.
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Agnes Grey - Anne Brontë
CONCLUSION
Introduction
JULIET BARKER
New readers are advised that this introduction makes details of the plot explicit.
‘I have had some very unpleasant and undreamt of experience of human nature’, Anne Brontë confided to her diary paper in July 1845, shortly after resigning from her post as governess to the Robinson family of Thorp Green. Despite her joy at having ‘escaped’ and returned to the sanctuary of her home at Haworth Parsonage, five long years of ‘wretched bondage’ working for the Robinsons had taken its toll. At the age of just twenty-five, Anne confessed that ‘I for my part cannot well be flatter or older in mind than I am now’.
Yet, within twelve months, Anne had found a new energy and purpose in life: she would take that ‘very unpleasant and undreamt of experience of human nature’ and turn it into a novel. In doing so she had a very specific aim in mind – to change the attitudes of employers towards the women they engaged to look after and educate their offspring – and to that end she was determined to make her portrayal as true to life as possible. Agnes Grey would therefore be a devastating exposé of what it was really like to be a private governess in the mid-nineteenth century. Anne wrote with all the sensitivity and insight of someone who had herself suffered from living and working in wealthy households where she was neither a servant nor yet part of the family and, isolated by the peculiar difficulties of her situation, was habitually either ignored or despised. She would spare neither the casual cruelty, selfishness and vicious behaviour of her spoilt charges, nor the overindulgence, ill-temper and lack of moral compass of their parents. (Remarkably, she would also not spare her heroine’s own incompetence and readiness to take offence as the cause of some of her problems.) The result is a searing indictment of a society where, as Agnes sarcastically observes, her employer had made himself a considerable fortune ‘but could not be prevailed upon to give a greater salary than twenty-five pounds to the instructress of his children.’
As the daughters of a parson with limited income and not even a house to call his own, the Brontë sisters had always known that they would have to earn their own livings. Teaching, in one form or another, was the only practical option for girls of their class and education, but none of the girls was temperamentally or constitutionally suited to the sheer drudgery of such employment: clever, highly imaginative, sensitive and excruciatingly shy, they all suffered severely from homesickness and the lack of both privacy and time to call their own. Emily lasted a mere six months teaching in a girls’ boarding school and Charlotte would try numerous posts as a teacher and private governess in vain pursuit of a more congenial placement. It was only Anne, the youngest and, ironically, the one her family thought least fitted for such an occupation, who would confound them all by managing to hold down a job for longer than any of her siblings.
Anne’s own experience of working as a governess closely mirrored that of Agnes Grey, working first in a manufacturing district with a family of very young children and then among the gentry in a country household where her principal charges were teenage girls. Anne was just nineteen – a year older than Agnes – and little more than a child herself when she was appointed governess to the six-year-old son and five-year-old daughter of the Ingham family of Blake Hall, Mirfield. Perhaps she shared her heroine’s optimism when she set out from home in April 1839, thinking ‘How delightful it would be to be a governess! . . . How charming to be intrusted with the care and education of children!’ If she did, she was to be as swiftly disillusioned. Writing home less than a week later, she declared that both her pupils were ‘desperate little dunces’ who could not read, claimed not even to know the alphabet and had no intention of attending to their lessons. Far worse for an inexperienced young governess struggling to assert her authority was their unmanageable behaviour: the ‘little monkies’ were ‘excessively indulged’ and were able to run riot because Anne was forbidden to punish them. If they misbehaved, she was told she should inform their mother, which was ‘utterly out of the question as in that case she might be making complaints from morning till night’. So Anne, like Agnes, ‘alternately scolds, coaxes and threatens – sticks always to her first word and gets on as well as she can’.
Though Agnes Grey was not intended to be an autobiography, and should not be read as such, Anne’s experiences at Blake Hall undoubtedly provided her with a model and material for her fictional portrayal of the dreadful Bloomfield family. She would later defend her novel against reviewers’ accusations of ‘extravagant over-colouring’ by stating that ‘those very parts . . . were carefully copied from life, with a most scrupulous avoidance of all exaggeration’. So it is indeed possible, for instance, that gentle, wildlife-loving Anne also hastily killed a nest of fledglings by dropping a large stone on them, rather than allow them to be tortured and dismembered for sport by her young charges. The intrinsic truth of some incidents was confirmed by the Inghams themselves, who reported that a weeping Anne had been forced to go to the children’s mother to ask for her help in compelling them to return to their lessons after they ran off into the park wearing red cloaks, screaming that they were devils and ignoring her pleas to come back. Perhaps more tellingly, given Agnes’s physical battles to keep her unwilling pupils in the schoolroom, Mrs Ingham was also reported to have discovered that Anne had tied her two little miscreants to a table-leg in a desperate attempt to prevent them escaping her tuition.
If the little Inghams were as fiendishly badly behaved as the Bloomfield children, it is not surprising that Anne failed to make any headway with them, and by Christmas 1839 she was back at home. Undaunted by this humiliation, Anne lost little time in seeking a new situation where her pupils would be older and therefore more amenable than children straight out of the nursery. In May 1840 she took up residence at Thorp Green, a country estate near York, and for the next five years her life was defined by those of her employer, the Reverend Edmund Robinson, his wife Lydia, their three girls aged between twelve and fourteen, and their only son Edmund, aged eight. Anne would have to be with her pupils on a daily basis, even accompanying them when they spent several weeks on holiday each year in lodgings in the fashionable seaside town of Scarborough, a place she came to love. Though the demands on her time and energy were just as relentless as they had been at Blake Hall – Emily would call her ‘exiled and harassed’ – Anne’s situation at Thorp Green was not quite as unbearable. She was still subject to the capricious tempers of her pupils and always at their beck and call: as she described it in Agnes Grey, ‘to submit and oblige was the governess’s part, to consult their own pleasure was that of the pupils’. Nevertheless, Anne admitted she had acquired ‘a little more self-possession’ since her first posting and, like Agnes, found that by being ‘very obliging, quiet and peaceable in the main’ she was gradually able to win their confidence, a modicum of respect and even affection. Elizabeth and Mary, the two younger girls, would write to her almost daily after she left Thorp Green in 1845. Rather to the surprise of their former governess and her sisters, their letters were ‘crammed with warm protestations of endless esteem and gratitude’, and they would even pay her a visit at Haworth Parsonage in 1848.
Yet it is clear that Anne was deeply unhappy at Thorp Green. After she resigned she re-read the diary paper she had written in July 1841 and noted that she had been wishing to ‘escape’ even then: ‘If I had known that I had four years longer to stay how wretched I should have been.’ In Agnes Grey Anne graphically describes, and illustrates by example, what she saw as the pervasive lack of basic morality at Horton Lodge: ‘I was the only person in the house who steadily professed good principles, habitually spoke the truth, and generally endeavoured to make inclination bow to duty.’ That Anne’s fictional account was inspired by her own experiences at Thorp Green seems indisputable. The flirtatious Rosalie Murray’s determination to win the heart of every man she sees, merely so that she can break it and demonstrate her own power, is a reflection of what would happen in the Robinson women’s own lives. Lydia, the eldest daughter, would elope with a Scarborough actor just a few months after Anne resigned, and the family would have to pay £150 to a jilted suitor of Elizabeth to prevent him publishing her love letters and suing her for breach of promise. Both Elizabeth and Mary would renege on two or three engagements before finally being pushed into marriage by their mother, who was anxious to get them off her hands so that she herself could marry an eligible baronet after her husband’s death. And though there is no hint of such a sensitive topic in Agnes Grey, it was Mrs Robinson herself who would become infamous as the woman who seduced and ruined Anne’s brother Branwell Brontë. Their affair began when, through Anne’s good offices, he was appointed tutor to young Edmund in 1843, and it ended two years later in his dismissal, soon after his sister’s resignation. When his own hopes that the newly widowed Mrs Robinson would marry him were dashed, he sank into alcoholism, which eventually contributed to his early death. In the circumstances, it is not surprising that Anne felt that she had endured ‘very unpleasant and undreamt of experience of human nature’ whilst at Thorp Green.
Rosalie’s heartless and manipulative behaviour is so convincingly portrayed in Agnes Grey that she almost wields the same power over the reader as she does over her victims. We cannot help but take a guilty pleasure in the downfall of the equally vain and self-important – not to mention decidedly unchristian – vicar, who is flattered into proposing and then cruelly rejected by his triumphant nemesis, who gloats that ‘I’ve humbled Mr Hatfield so charmingly’. It is a different story, however, when Rosalie turns her attention to the curate Mr Weston, the only man who has ever noticed and been kind to her governess. The malice with which Rosalie sets about ensnaring him, and gives Agnes a running commentary on how well she is succeeding, is matched only by the raw pain of Agnes’s reactions. ‘Only those who have felt the like can imagine my feelings’, she confesses as she is forced to listen and stay silent for fear of betraying her own interest, which would only encourage Rosalie’s pursuit of him; ‘I was used to wearing a placid smiling countenance when my heart was bitter within me.’
Nevertheless, Agnes’s love affair with Mr Weston is probably the least credible part of a novel that is distinguished for its realism. The humble curate is an entirely rational and appropriate mate for a penniless governess and the two bond over a shared practical Christianity and love of animals, but, on the few occasions they meet, they are rarely alone and have little opportunity to get to know each other properly, let alone form a relationship. Since so much else in Agnes Grey is drawn from Anne’s personal experience, it has often been claimed that she too must have fallen in love with a curate. And since there are no other likely candidates, he is usually identified as the Reverend William Weightman, her father Patrick Brontë’s curate at Haworth from 1839 until his untimely death from cholera in 1842, aged twenty-eight. Yet the good-looking, sunny-natured, light-hearted and flirtatious Weightman, who sent all three Brontë sisters the only Valentines they ever received and broke hearts across Westmorland and Yorkshire, bore little physical or mental resemblance to the ‘thoughtful and stern’ Mr Weston, who rarely smiled and never talked ‘soft nonsense’, even when proposing marriage to his future wife. Perhaps even more telling is the fact that, despite the undoubted poignancy of Anne’s descriptions of her heroine’s love for Mr Weston, particularly when she believes it is hopeless and unrequited, there is none of the visceral emotion which is such a feature of her portrayal of Agnes’s sufferings as a governess. Nothing in their love affair is as highly charged, or sharply observed and felt, as, for instance, the description of Agnes’s dilemma when ordered to accompany her charges on their walks:
‘It was disagreeable to walk beside them, as if listening to what they said, or wishing to be thought one of them, while they talked over me or across, and if their eyes, in speaking, chanced to fall on me, it seemed as if they looked on vacancy – as if they either did not see me, or were very desirous to make it appear so. It was disagreeable, too, to walk behind, and thus appear to acknowledge my own inferiority; for in truth, I considered myself pretty nearly as good as the best of them, and wished them to know that I did so.’
It is this experience of being a governess that rings real and true, not the love story with its dutifully happy ending that accompanies it.
Agnes Grey was published at its author’s own expense in December 1847 to reviews that did not appreciate or understand its qualities. ‘Some characters and scenes are nicely sketched in it’, declared the Britannia, ‘but it has nothing to call for special notice’. The Atlas was even crueller: ‘It leaves no painful impression on the mind – some may think it leaves no impression at all.’ Anne’s first novel may have lacked the high passion and drama of Charlotte’s and Emily’s more sensational publishing debuts, but in its own way it is just as powerful and radical as Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights. Charlotte is often credited with introducing readers to the ideas of a plain heroine and a novel with a female first-person narrator, but both concepts were anticipated by her youngest sister: Jane Eyre was indeed published two months before Agnes Grey but Anne’s manuscript was already doing the rounds of the publishers before Charlotte even began to write her most famous novel.
Like its author, Agnes Grey has too often been overlooked and underrated; both deserve better. The youngest Brontë shared her sisters’ extraordinary writing talent and she should be allowed to take her place beside them, rather than beneath them, in the great literary triumvirate. Her brave and uncompromising book also merits an acknowledged place among the classics of English literature.
CHAPTER I
THE PARSONAGE
All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity that the dry, shrivelled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut. Whether this be the case with my history or not, I am hardly competent to judge; I sometimes think it might prove useful to some, and entertaining to others, but the world may judge for itself: shielded by my own obscurity, and by the lapse of years, and a few fictitious names, I do not fear to venture, and will candidly lay before the public what I would not disclose to the most intimate friend.
My father was a clergyman of the north of England, who was deservedly respected by all who knew him, and, in his younger days, lived pretty comfortably on the joint income of a small incumbency, and a snug little property of his own. My mother, who married him against the wishes of her friends, was a squire’s daughter, and a woman of spirit. In vain it was represented to her that, if she became the poor parson’s wife, she must relinquish her carriage and her lady’s-maid, and all the luxuries and elegancies of affluence, which to her were little less than the necessaries of life. A carriage and a lady’s-maid were great conveniences; but, thank Heaven, she had feet to carry her, and hands to minister to her own necessities. An elegant house and spacious grounds were not to be despised, but she would rather live in a cottage with Richard Grey, than in a palace with any other man in the world.
Finding arguments of no avail, her father, at length, told the lovers they might marry if they pleased, but, in so doing, his daughter would forfeit every fraction of her fortune. He expected this would cool the ardour of both; but he was mistaken. My father knew too well my mother’s superior worth, not to be sensible that she was a valuable fortune in herself; and if she would but consent to embellish his humble hearth, he should be happy to take her on any terms; while she, on her part, would rather labour with her own hands than be divided from the man she loved, whose happiness it would be her joy to make, and who was already one with her in heart and soul. So her fortune went to swell the purse of a wiser sister, who had married a rich nabob, and she, to the wonder and compassionate regret of all who knew her, went to bury herself in the homely village parsonage among the hills of—. And yet, in spite of all this, and in spite of my mother’s high spirit, and my father’s whims, I believe you might search all England through, and fail to find a happier couple.
Of six children, my sister Mary and myself were the only two that survived the perils of infancy and early childhood. I, being the younger by five or six years, was always regarded as the child, and the pet of the family – father, mother, and sister, all combined to spoil me – not by foolish indulgence to render me fractious and ungovernable, but by ceaseless kindness to make me too helpless and dependent, too unfit for buffeting with the cares and turmoils of life.
Mary and I were brought up in the strictest seclusion. My mother, being at once highly accomplished, well informed, and fond of employment, took the whole charge of our education on herself, with the exception of Latin – which my father undertook to teach us – so that we never even went to school; and as there was no society in the neighbourhood, our only intercourse with the world consisted in a stately tea-party, now and then, with the principal farmers and tradespeople of the vicinity, just to avoid being stigmatized as too proud to consort with our neighbours, and an annual visit to our paternal grandfather’s, where himself, our kind grandmamma, a maiden aunt, and two or three elderly ladies and gentlemen were the only persons we ever saw. Sometimes our mother would amuse us with stories and anecdotes of her younger days, which, while they entertained us amazingly, frequently awoke – in me, at least – a vague and secret wish to see a little more of the world.
I thought she must have been very happy; but she never seemed to regret past times. My father, however, whose temper was neither tranquil nor cheerful by nature, often unduly vexed himself with thinking of the sacrifices his dear wife had made for him, and troubled his head with revolving endless schemes for the augmentation of his little fortune, for her sake, and ours. In vain my mother assured him she was quite satisfied, and if he would but lay by a little for the children, we should all have plenty, both for time present and to come: but saving was not my father’s forte: he would not run in debt, (at least, my mother took good care he should not,) but while he had money, he must spend it; he liked to see his house comfortable, and his wife and daughters well clothed, and well attended; and besides, he was charitably disposed, and liked to give to the poor, according to his means, or, as some might think, beyond them.
At length, however, a kind friend suggested to him a means of doubling his private property at one stroke; and further increasing it, hereafter, to an untold amount. This friend was a merchant, a man of enterprising spirit and undoubted talent; who was somewhat straitened in his mercantile pursuits for want of capital, but generously proposed to give my father a fair share of his profits, if he would only intrust him with what he could spare, and he thought he might safely promise that whatever sum the latter chose to put into his hands, it should bring him in cent per cent. The small patrimony was speedily sold, and the whole of its price was deposited in the hands of the friendly merchant, who as promptly proceeded to ship his cargo, and prepare for his voyage.
My father was delighted, so were we all, with our brightening prospects: for the present, it is true, we were reduced to the narrow income of the curacy; but my father seemed to think there was no necessity for scrupulously restricting our expenditure to that: so, with a