The reader may say that I have mentioned his tendency to
intemperance long before. It is true; but it did not become habitual, as
far as I can learn, until after he was dismissed from his tutorship. He
took opium, because it made him forget for a time more effectually than
drink; and, besides, it was more portable. In procuring it he showed all
the cunning of the opium-eater. He would steal out while the family were
at church--to which he had professed himself too ill to go--and manage to
cajole the village druggist out of a lump; or, it might be, the carrier
had unsuspiciously brought him some in a packet from a distance. For
some time before his death he had attacks of delirium tremens of the most
frightful character; he slept in his father's room, and he would
sometimes declare that either he or his father should be dead before the
morning. The trembling sisters, sick with fright, would implore their
father not to expose himself to this danger; but Mr. Bronte is no timid
man, and perhaps he felt that he could possibly influence his son to some
self-restraint, more by showing trust in him than by showing fear. The
sisters often listened for the report of a pistol in the dead of the
night, till watchful eye and hearkening ear grew heavy and dull with the
perpetual strain upon their nerves.
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