I feel myself very small before this audience. All that can be said about the Brontës has certainly been said here, in this inner shrine of the Brontë cult. What can I, a foreigner not only to Yorkshire, but to England,—what new thing can I tell you? My only excuse for speaking before you is, however, the very fact of my being a foreigner, and acting as such, in trying to show you how the Brontës
... [Show full abstract] strike a foreigner. Though a foreigner, and now setting my foot for the first time on Yorkshire soil, I have, nevertheless, my early recollections of the West Riding. I remember, in my early boyhood, having a game called County Cards, which consisted of a pack of playing cards having, instead of the usual figures, pictures of English towns. One of these I remember very vividly. It represented a columned and Greek-looking building and was inscribed “Leeds.” To-day I recognised the building in the Town Hall. Only on one point my memory seems to have failed me: I imagined the building was white; it turns out to be nearer black.