Life and works of the sisters Brontë/Author's preface to Jane Eyre
== AUTHOR'S PREFACE == A Preface to the first edition of 'Jane Eyre' being un- necessary, I gave none : this second edition demands a few words both of acknowledgment and miscellaneous remark.
My thanks are due in three quarters.
To the Public, for the indulgent ear it has inclined to a plain tale with few pretensions.
To the Press, for the fair field its honest suffrage has opened to an obscure aspirant.
To my Publishers, for the aid their tact, their energy, their practical sense, and frank liberality have afforded an unknown and unrecommended Author.
The Press and the Public are but vague personifications for me, and I must thank them in vague terms ; but my Publishers are definite : so are certain generous critics who have encouraged me as only large-hearted and high-minded men know how to encourage a struggling stranger ; to them, i. e.', to my Publishers and the select Reviewers, I say cord- ially, Gentlemen, I thank you from my heart.
Having thus acknowledged what I owe those who have aided and approved me, I turn to another class ; a small one, so far as I know, but not, therefore, to be overlooked. I mean the timorous or carping few who doubt the tendency of such books as 'Jane Eyre': in whose eyes whatever is unusual is wrong; whose ears detect in each protest against bigotry that parent of crime an insult to piety, that regent of God on earth. I would suggest to such doubters certain obvious distinctions ; I would remind them of certain simple truths.
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns.
These things and deeds are diametrically opposed : they are as distinct as is vice from virtue. Men too often con- found them : they should not be confounded : appearance should not be mistaken for truth ; narrow human doctrines, that only tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be substituted for the world-redeeming creed of Christ. There is -- I repeat it -- a difference ; and it is a good, and not a bad action to mark broadly and clearly the line of separation between them.
The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been accustomed to blend them ; finding it convenient to make external show pass for sterling worth to let white-washed walls vouch for clean shrines. It may hate him who dares to scrutinise and expose to rase the gilding, and show base metal under it to penetrate the sepulchre, and reveal chamel relics : but hate as it will, it is indebted to him.
Ahab did not like Micaiah, because he never prophesied good concerning him, but evil : probably he liked the sycophant son of Chenaanah better ; yet might Ahab have escaped a bloody death, had he but stopped his ears to flattery and opened them to faithful counsel.
There is a man in our own days whose words are not framed to tickle delicate ears : who, to my thinking, comes before the great ones of society, much as the son of Imlah came before the throned Kings of Judah and Israel; and who speaks truth as deep, with a power as prophet-like and as vital -- a mien as dauntless and as daring. Is the satirist of 'Vanity Fair' admired in high places? I cannot tell; but I think if some of those amongst whom he hurls the Greek fire of his sarcasm, and over whom he flashes the levin-brand of his denunciation, were to take his warnings in time they or their seed might yet escape a fatal Ramoth- Gilead.
Why have I alluded to this man ? I have alluded to him, Reader, because I think I see in him an intellect pro- founder and more unique than his contemporaries have yet recognised; because I regard him as the first social regener- ator of the day as the very master of that working corps who would restore to rectitude the warped system of things; because I think no commentator on his writings has yet found the comparison that suits him, the terms which rightly characterise his talent. They say he is like Fielding; they talk of his wit, humour, comic powers. He resembles Fielding as an eagle does a vulture: Fielding could stoop on carrion, but Thackeray never does. His wit is bright, his humour attractive, but both bear the same relation to his serious genius, that the mere lambent sheet - lightning, playing under the edge of the summer cloud, does to the electric death-spark hid in its womb. Finally ; I have alluded to Mr. Thackeray, because to him if he will accept the tribute of a total stranger I have dedicated this second edition of 'Jane Eyre.'
December 21, 1847.