IO4 THE BRONTES prohibited from doing so by the terms of the will. On this last myth, Charlotte admits in a letter to Ellen : " I do not know how much to believe cf what he says, but I fear she " (i.e. Mrs. Robin- son, said by Bran well to have become insane from misery) " is very ill." " Branwell declares that he neither can nor will do anything for him- self ; good situations have been offered him more than once, for which, by a fortnight's work, he might have qualified himself, but he will do no- thing except drink and make us all wretched." Charlotte, who had tackled her own not dissimilar trouble with fortitude, had no sympathy whatever for her weak brother. Emily had more, as the fine poem "The Wanderer from the Fold,55 evi- dently written on her brother's death, shows, the last lines of which - But yet my heart will be A mourner still, though friend and lover Have both forgotten thee - suggest that she believed BranwelTs account of Mrs Robinson's love for him. But Emily's sympathy was more pitiful than invigorating and Branwell's own vanity and self-pity stood insu- perably in the way of his recovery. Brought up, petted, as he had been, the disgrace which his family felt at his conduct and which Charlotte, especially, could not help showing, had a disas- trous effect; physically and morally weak, he could not conquer his Sense of past youth and manhood come in vain Of genius given, and knowledge won in vain.