Surrounded by her children, her husband, and her relations, Mary Leadbeater passed away, universally beloved and regretted, June 27th, 1826, and is buried in the Quaker burying-ground at Ballitore. She kept up a long correspondence with Mrs. Trench, mother of the Archbishop of Dublin, and the letters which passed between them form a very interesting part of the "Annals of Ballitore," which v/as not published till 1862, more than thirty years after Mary Leadbeater's death. Her calm benevolent mind was incapable of any thirst for fame, she was contented to go on her peaceful way, happy in herself, and happy in giving joy to others. We, in these restless feverish days, may profitably take a leaf out of her book, and study to be quiet.
Mary Leadbeater's mind was, as one of her friends expressed it, " dipped in the deepest dews of delicacy." She instinctively shrank from all that was harsh, discordant, or uncharitable. Her niece says of her, " When we asked her a question that was not right to answer, she would begin the lines taken from her favourite poem, 'The Maiden's Best Adorning:'—
'The secrets of thy friends do not disclose,
Lest by so doing thou resemble those
Whose ears are leaking vessels, which contain
Nothing: but what's pour'd in runs out again.'"
