Miss Mitford's monument is a plain, almost an ugly, granite cross, standing close to the wall, shaded by yew, elm, and beech trees, and one is grateful to think that if she never had her reward when living she has found at any rate a very peaceful resting-place.
The sexton was there and told us that he was but ten years old when Miss Mitford died, but that he remembered her well and she was a very pleasant little woman.

Others in the place who remembered her said the same--that she was very pleasant and sweet.

We know that she was sweet and charming, but unfortunately the portraits we have of her do not give that impression.

They represent her as a fat common-place looking person, a little vulgar perhaps.

I fancy the artists were bunglers.