Brontës, Florence Nightingale And Raven Names

This week marks the 196th anniversary of the death of the eldest Brontë sibling, Maria Brontë, aged just 11. It was a great tragedy for the Brontë family, and we know from an account by Ellen Nussey that it was a loss Charlotte especially never got over: given the chance, she loved to talk of her sisters Maria and Elizabeth.

We should always remember Maria and Elizabeth when we think of the Brontë family, but today we look at a more cheerful subject: voting. Before you all get worked up about the results of your local elections this week, I’m talking about a vote of an altogether different kind: today we have the chance to name a new raven in the Tower of London, and one of the five options is Brontë!

The Tower of London themselves give this explanation as to why Brontë is one of the choices for the public to vote on: ‘Brontë: Named after 19th century literary-legends the Brontë sisters, who authored some of Britain’s best loved Gothic novels including Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights’.

Ravenmaster Chris Skaife
Ravenmaster Chris Skaife, what a great job!

I’m never altogether sure about the categorising of these novels as Gothic, but I am sure that Brontë is a great name for a raven, and of course the Tower of London ravens are very special birds indeed. Legend says that if six ravens leave the Tower then London itself will fall, which is why they currently have seven ravens in residence – it’s always good to have a spare. This tradition was apparently started by King Charles II, and as his father had had his head chopped off outside Westminster he probably thought it was better to be safe than sorry. Today, chief Ravenmaster Chris Skaife is in charge of these important birds, but what will the new addition be called?

Other naming options include Matilda, Branwen, Winifred and Florence. The latter option is sure to be popular as it’s been inspired by Florence Nightingale, ‘the lady with the lamp.’ Florence was born, in Florence, Italy, in 1820, the same year as Anne Brontë, and her story was well known to Charlotte. Florence came from a Unitarian family, and through this community became friends with the Unitarian minister William Gaskell, and his wife the writer Elizabeth.

In a letter to Catherine Winkworth of 1st February 1855, Elizabeth Gaskell considers how these two great women would get along:

‘What would Miss B[rontë] say to Florence Nightingale? I can’t imagine! For there is intellect such as I never came in contact with before in woman! Great beauty, and of her holy goodness, who is fit to speak?’

Like Charlotte Bronte, Florence Nightingale was a friend of Elizabeth Gaskell

Elizabeth was even more fulsome in her praise for Florence in a letter written to the same Catherine a year earlier:

‘Florence is tall, very slight and willowy in figure; thick shortish rich brown hair very delicate complexion grey eyes which are generally pensive and drooping, but when they chose can be the merriest eyes I’ve ever saw; and perfect teeth making her smile the sweetest I ever saw. Put a long piece of soft net round this beautiful shaped head, so as to form a soft white framework for the full oval of her face and dress her up in black glace silk up to the long round white throat – and a black lace shawl on and you may get near an idea of her perfect grace and lovely appearance. She is like a saint.’

Florence then is obviously a strong contender for a raven name, but the good news is that two raven chicks have been born and so two names will be chosen from the shortlist of five. As Ravens feature in the following Brontë books it’s surely time that the favour was returned?

Jane Eyre

‘“My strength is quite failing me,” I said in a soliloquy. “I feel I cannot go much further. Shall I be an outcast again this night? While the rain descends so, must I lay my head on the cold, drenched ground? I fear I cannot do otherwise: for who will receive me? But it will be very dreadful, with this feeling of hunger, faintness, chill, and this sense of desolation – this total prostration of hope. In all likelihood, though, I should die before morning. And why cannot I reconcile myself to the prospect of death? Why do I struggle to retain a valueless life? Because I know, or believe, Mr. Rochester is living; and then, to die of want and cold is a fate to which nature cannot submit passively. Oh, Providence! sustain me a little longer! Aid! – direct me!”

My glazed eye wandered over the dim and misty landscape. I saw I had strayed far from the village: it was quite out of sight. The very cultivation surrounding it had disappeared. I had, by cross-ways and by-paths, once more drawn near the tract of moorland; and now, only a few fields, almost as wild and unproductive as the heath from which they were scarcely reclaimed, lay between me and the dusky hill.

“Well, I would rather die younder than in a street or on a frequented road,” I reflected. “And far better that crows and ravens – if any ravens there be in these regions – should pick my flesh from my bones, than that they should be prisoned in a workhouse coffin and moulder in a pauper’s grave.”’

Alone on the moors, Ruth Wilson’s Jane Eyre contemplates ravens

The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall

‘And there I beheld a tall, lady-like figure, clad in black. Her face was towards me, and there was something in it which, once seen, invited me to look again. Her hair was raven black, and disposed in long glossy ringlets, a style of coiffure rather unusual in those days, but always graceful and becoming; her complexion was clear and pale; her eyes I could not see, for, being bent upon her prayer-book, they were concealed by their drooping lids and long black lashes, but the brows above were expressive and well defined; the forehead was lofty and intellectual, the nose, a perfect aquiline and the features, in general, unexceptionable – only there was a slight hollowness about the cheeks and eyes, and the lips, though finely formed, were a little too thin, a little too firmly compressed, and had something about them that betokened, I thought, no very soft or amiable temper; and I said in my heart – “I would rather admire you from this distance, fair lady, than be the partner of your home.”’

Helen and Arthur in 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall'
Helen’s raven black hair enchants Gilbert


‘”To avow before what altar I now kneel—to reveal the present idol of my soul – “

“You will make haste about it, if you please. It is near luncheon time, and confess you shall.”

“Confess I must. My heart is full of the secret. It must be spoken. I only wish you were Mr. Helstone instead of Mr. Sympson; you would sympathize with me better.”

“Madam, it is a question of common sense and common prudence, not of sympathy and sentiment, and so on. Did you say it was Mr. Helstone?”

“Not precisely, but as near as may be; they are rather alike.”

“I will know the name; I will have particulars.”

“They positively are rather alike. Their very faces are not dissimilar – a pair of human falcons – and dry, direct, decided both. But my hero is the mightier of the two. His mind has the clearness of the deep sea, the patience of its rocks, the force of its billows.”

“Rant and fustian!”

“I dare say he can be harsh as a saw-edge and gruff as a hungry raven.”’

Shirley Keeldar by Edmund Dulac
Shirley Keeldar speaks above of her love for Louis Moore

So we read here that ravens are hungry, that they are carrion pluckers, but that they also represent a rare beauty. Power and a rare beauty can be found in all Brontë writing, so surely it’s time to vote Brontë in the raven naming stakes? Head over to the Historic Royal Palaces website and do your democratic duty today – the winning names will be announced on the 19th of May.

I will see you next week for another new Brontë blog post. Will I be mentioning ravens again? Nevermore.

4 thoughts on “Brontës, Florence Nightingale And Raven Names”

  1. Your research is always fascinating and valuable Mr Rummage- finding that Florence Nightingale knew the Gaskell’s is utterly sizzlin- esp. since you point out Charlotte knew a fair bit about Flo long before she had tea with ‘Liz Gaskell, so she was not the source of Charlotte’s interest or knowledge, tho by 1855 Flo very much a topic of conversation, esp. women’s. Well where did C get her info about Flo’s endeavours, who else did she know, who knew Florence Before Crimea? Yeps, you guessed; the Angelic enigma the kittens met on the lawns of Bolton Abbey summer 1833, ‘E’, ever adored and revered until September 1839, the one, rebel, who encouraged the vulnerable girls to ‘paint with words’, use the printing press and escape gender exclusion with a pseudonym (and why choose ‘Bell’?). The same Angel, who supported and encouraged another woman pioneer, close, close friend of Florence, Byron’s daughter Ada Lovelace (who made Babbage’s ‘brain machine’ work).. among many ‘independent-ual’ women pioneers, that great man and Angel of Mercy and Nature Edwin Landseer supported, emotionally and financially- and who, surprise surprise old books, knew the Yorkshire girls well well well, and who’s own Father (John) intimately knew Bronte ‘poet Pat’ (via Wordsworth and Wilberforce), and who dedicated a painting, of encouragement, to Flo March 1854, 6 months before her mission to Crimea: ‘Nurses’.. and when you get to know a tad more about Landseer (oh the, England’s disgrace) you’ll love him too, like of course you, we all do, the Lions. xjam

  2. Dear Nick, thanks so much for a happy and thought-provoking website. I am writing from Fremantle in Western Australia, where I teach philosophy at a local university. Your website has clearly helped me: I first discovered the Brontes through reading Villette in my teens and have for long viewed AB as the ‘minor’ writer of the sisters. Your website has corrected that. Thanks once again, Tony

  3. Another great post! Alas I’m across the pond. Please vote yes on Bronte for me. May I have the origin of the illustration from Shirley? Thanks again for all your work!!

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