Her daughter, Henrietta, is still living at a great age at Yarmouth.

Borrow gives a characteristic account of these two ladies in the first chapter of _Wild Wales_.

"Of my wife I will merely say that she is a perfect paragon of wives--can make puddings and sweets and treacle posset, and is the best woman of business in East Anglia: of my step-daughter, for such she is though I generally call her daughter, and with good reason seeing that she has always shown herself a daughter to me, that she has all kinds of good qualities and several accomplishments, knowing something of conchology, more of botany, drawing capitally in the Dutch style, and playing remarkably well on the guitar--not the trumpery German thing so-called, but the real Spanish guitar." Borrow's mother had died in August 1858.
{40} This was written in December 1900.
{43} There remains only the _Appendix_.

A delightful resume of grievances brooded over in solitude, cruelly stigmatised by Professor Knapp as "certain posterior interpolations." The ground base of the theme is the wickedness of popery; and when argument gives out Borrow is ready with all the boyish inconsequence of a Charles Kingsley to throw up his cap and shout 'Go it, our side!' 'Down with the Pope!' {49} Borrow's personal appearance, as we know from the later portrait by his most intimate friend, Dr.Thomas Gordon Hake, must have been sufficiently striking at any period of his life.

"His figure was tall and his bearing very noble.