Life of Frances Power Cobbe as Told by Herself - With Additions by the Author and Introduction #247657

Yet this anguish of heart was bravely borne. There was nothing morbid in her grief. She took the same keen interest as before in the daily affairs of life — in politics and literature and social matters. There never was a nature more made for the enjoyment of social intercourse. She loved to have visitors. To take them for drives about her beautiful home, and to invite her neighbours to pleasant little luncheons and dinners to meet them. Especially she enjoyedthesumrner glories of her sweet old garden,and likedtogive an occasional garden party, and still oftener touketeawithherfriends undertheshadeofthebig cherrytrecon the lawn. Howcharmingahostessshe wasnooncwhohaseverenjoyedherhospitalitycan forget. A good talk never lost its zest for her; until quite the end she would throw off langour and fatigue undathespell ofoongenialoompanionshinandhertallt would sparklewith its old brilliance — her laugh ringwith its old gaiety.