Alas! whether for good or ill, women must ever fill a large space in the tragedies of the world.
I passed a few pleasant hours in the house where Macaulay spent his last years.

The once spacious library and the large bow-window, looking out on a beautiful lawn, where he sat, from day to day, writing his glowing periods, possessed a peculiar charm for me, as the surroundings of genius always do.

I thought, as I stood there, how often he had unconsciously gazed on each object in searching for words rich enough to gild his ideas.

The house was owned and occupied by Mr.and Mrs.Stephen Winckworth.

It was at one of their sociable Sunday teas that many pleasant memories of the great historian were revived.
One of the most remarkable and genial women I met was Miss Frances Power Cobbe.