But very few were admitted to this mark of Miss Honeyman's confidence.

If a family did not go to church they were not in favour: if they went to a Dissenting meeting she had no opinion of them at all.

Once there came to her house a quiet Staffordshire family who ate no meat on Fridays, and whom Miss Honeyman pitied as belonging to the Romish superstition; but when they were visited by two corpulent gentlemen in black, one of whom wore a purple underwaistcoat, before whom the Staffordshire lady absolutely sank down on her knees as he went into the drawing-room,--Miss Honeyman sternly gave warning to these idolaters.

She would have no Jesuits in her premises.

She showed Hannah the picture in Howell's Medulla of the martyrs burning at Smithfield: who said, "Lord bless you, mum," and hoped it was a long time ago.