I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when she was

eighty years old. A widow and her little boy paid a visit to Mrs.

More, at Barley Wood. When they were about to leave, Mrs. M. stooped

to kiss the little boy, not as a mere compliment, as old maids usually

kiss children, but she took his smiling face between her two hands,

and looked upon it a moment as a mother would, then kissed it fondly

more than once
"Now when you are a man, my child, will you remember

me?" The little boy had just been eating some cake which she gave him,

and he, instead of giving her any answer, glanced his eyes on the

remnants of the cake which lay on the table. "Well," said Mrs. M.,

"you will remember the cake at Barley Wood, wont you?" "Yes," said the

boy, "It was nice cake, and you are _so kind_ that I will remember

both." "That is right," she replied, "I like to have the young

remember me for _being kin_--then you will remember old Mrs. Hannah


"Always, ma'am, I'll try to remember you always." "What a good child"

said she, after his mother was gone, "and of good stock; that child

will be as true as steel. It was so much more natural that the child

should remember the cake than an old woman, that I love his

sincerity." She died on the 7th of Sept., 1833, aged eighty-eight.

She was buried in Wrighton churchyard, beneath an old tree which is

still flourishing.