The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte, Fiction, Classics (Wildside Classic) (Hardcover)
You must go back with me to the autumn of 1827. My father, as you know, was a sort of gentleman farmer in ------shire; and I, by his express desire, succeeded him in the same quiet occupation, not very willingly, for ambition urged me to higher aims, and self-conceit assured me that, in disregarding its voice, I was burying my talent in the earth, and hiding my light under a bushel. My mother had done her utmost to persuade me that I was capable of great achievements; but my father, who thought ambition was the surest road to ruin, and change but another word for destruction, would listen to no scheme for bettering either my own condition, or that of my fellow mortals. . . .