The novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte has sold millions of copies. It was
published in 1847 and is still in print (a first edition was sold at Bonham’s
auction house for $62,000.) It was a pioneering piece of fiction when it was
published - nobody had written a novel showing someone’s moral and spiritual
advancement. Here I am amid tall university buildings and student accommodation
blocks in Manchester at the pub where Charlotte started writing it. The
photographs are a little ruined by a building site behind it (presumably
another student high-rise block.)
After finding a rare parking space around the
honeycomb of university dormitories I went to find The Salutation pub. I’m
surprised it’s still there and it looks out of place - old and small among what
seems to be a dense campus village. I was surprised to find it was closed. Surely
on a Sunday afternoon students would fill a watering hole like this?
There was a house here in 1846 when Charlotte and
Emily Bronte first visited Manchester to see an eye specialist. Their dad Patrick
was a busy vicar around Haworth but cataracts were hampering his duties. They’d
left the parsonage for Manchester, leaving sisters Emily and Anne back at the parsonage
to look after their brother Branwell who was drinking too much. The journey
(probably by horse and carriage) was a bit of a waste. The eye man, Mr William
Wilson, said their dad would have to visit in person for an examination. I'm
sure the Bronte's could have found out this by letter but perhaps they wanted
to meet Mr Wilson for themselves.
Three weeks later the 30-year-old Charlotte
returned with her dad. At the time Chorlton, south of the centre, with its row
upon row of grimy terraced houses, cobbled streets and mills must have
been dense and smoky compared with the
Haworth’s vast unfenced moorland. They lodged here at the pub where I’m stood with
an old servant of Mr Wilson’s. It was 83 Mount Pleasant then but is now 59
Boundary Street West. Good news from the eye man - Patrick's eyes sight could
be improved with surgery but it was a week before the operation could be
carried out and then about month’s convalescence would be needed.
As I walked around I found only student
accommodation, campus buildings and a big aquatic centre. Not very pleasant - nor
did Charlotte find it pleasant saying the lodging house was “a
not-pleasant-at-all small brick house facing a timber yard.” The house was run
by a couple called Mr and Mrs Ball but the latter was away so Charlotte and her
dad had to cater for themselves (they were used to help from servants.)
Thankfully the procedure on her dad’s eyes was
successful but for many days he had to be kept in a darkened room with bandages
over his eyes (a screen had to be placed in front of the fire to block out the
glow.) The evenings were dreary for Charlotte as there was nobody to escort her
through the built-up streets. Manchester seemed so bustlingly big with its
wharfs, canals, drinking houses and railways but she was confined to Boundary
Street.
While staying here she suffered from toothache.
Even worse she suffered the return of The
Professor, a novel she'd sent to publishers in London with a curt letter
saying it was too short. Undaunted she put it one side and started Jane Eyre. How much of it was written
here is unknown but she and her dad lived here for about five weeks and she
probably had ample spare time. She didn't go out exploring the city as it was
unbecoming of a single daughter of the clergy and she had to tend to her dad
so, being hemmed in, she probably had little to do but write.
Nobody I saw passing the pub even looked up at
the blue plaque (I suppose the students are used to it.) The only person who
looked up was a security man on the building site who looked up at me, a little
puzzled by the pointing and saluting. I wouldn't be surprised if the owners of
The Salutation sold it to developers who'd build yet more student bedsits.
I’m not sure if you’ve ever read Jane Eye but it’s about Jane’s growth to
adulthood and her eventual falling in love for Mr Rochester who lives at
Thornfield Hall. I once visited North Lees Hall which was supposedly the
inspiration for Thornfield Hall and the link is at the foot of this screen.
Despite Jane Eyre making Charlotte famous she
died a few years later aged 38. Her dad - who outlived all six of his children
- was responsible for the publication of The
Professor, the rejected novel that arrived here at the former lodgings.