The last few years of her residence at Barley Wood were disturbed by the ingratitude and dishonesty of her servants.  They deceived and robbed her, especially those to whom she had been most kind and generous.  She was, at her advanced age, entirely dependent on these servants, so that she could not reform her establishment.  There was the most shameless peculation in the kitchen, and money given in charity was appropriated by the servants, who all combined to cheat her.  Out of her sight, they were disorderly:  they gave nocturnal suppers to their friends, and drank up her wines.  So she resolved to discharge the whole of them, and sell her beautiful place; and when she finally left her home, these servants openly insulted her.  She removed to a house in Clifton, where she had equal comfort and fewer cares.  In this house she spent the remaining four years of her useful life, dispensing charities, and entertaining the numerous friends who visited her, and the crowd who came to do her honor.  She died in September, 1833, at the age of eighty-eight, retaining her intellectual faculties, like Madame de Maintenon, nearly to the last.  She was buried with great honors.  A beautiful monument was erected to her memory in the parish church where her mortal remains were laid,—­the subscription to this monument being five times greater than the sum needed.

Hannah More was strongly attached to the Church of England, and upheld the authority of the established religious institutions of the country.  She excited some hostility from the liberality of her views, for she would occasionally frequent the chapels of the Dissenters and partake of their communion.  She was supposed by many to lean towards Methodism,—­as everybody was accused of doing in the last century, in England, who led a strictly religious life.  She was evangelical in her views, but was not Calvinistic; nor was she a believer in instantaneous conversions, any more than she was in baptismal regeneration.  She contributed liberally to religious and philanthropic societies.  The best book, she thought, that was ever published was Jeremy Taylor’s “Holy Living and Dying;” but her opinion was that John Howe was a greater man.  She was a great admirer of Shakspeare, whom she placed on the highest pedestal of human genius.  She also admired Sir Walter Scott’s poetry, especially “Marmion.”  She admitted the genius of Byron, but had such detestation of his character that she would not read his poetry.

The best and greatest part of the life of Hannah More was devoted to the education and elevation of her sex.  Her most valuable writings were educational and moral.  Her popularity did not wane with advancing years.  No literary woman ever had warmer friends; and these she retained.  She never lost a friend except by death.  She had to lament over no broken friendships, since her friendships were based on respect and affection.  Her nature must have been very genial.  For so strict a woman in her religious