[Charlotte Bronte to William Wordsworth (in draft response to letter from him of c.1840):] 'I am sorry I did not exist, sir, fifty or sixty years ago, when the "Ladies' Magazine" was flourishing like a green bay tree. In that case, I make no doubt, my aspirations after literary fame would have met with due encouragement [...] I recollect, when I was a child, getting hold of some antiquated old volumes, and reading them by stealth with the most exquisite pleasure. You give a correct description [in letter] of the patent Grisels of those days. My aunt was one of them; and to this day she thinks the tales of the "Ladies' Magazine" infinitely superior to any trash of modern literature. So do I; for I read them in childhood, and childhood has a very strong faculty of admiration, but a very weak one of criticism'.