through the flower garden, it was gravelled, hence it became a grass walk, and had on each side thick yew hedges, on the ends of which, as they were intersected by cross walks, chairs were cut."
A great event in Mary Shackleton's quiet life was a visit to Edmund Burke at Beaconsfield, which she paid along with her father. Among the guests was the poet Crabbe, and years afterwards he wrote—"Mary Leadbeater! Yes, indeed, I do remember you; not Mary Leadbeater then, but a pretty, demure lass, standing a timid auditor while her own verses were read by a kind friend, but a keen judge—Edmund Burke."
This event was celebrated by the little Quaker maiden in some verses addressed to Burke. The verses are not remarkable, except for the occasion that called them forth.
"If I am vain, this letter read,
And let it for my pardon plead.
When he whom list'ning courts admire,
A senate's boast, a nation's pride.
When Burke commands my artless lyre,
I care not who commands beside;
And his reproof I value more
Than e'er I valued praise before."
After a visit to some cousins at Selby, in York-
