The Henson Journals

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14th Sunday after Trinity, September 16th, 1906.

The Sub–dean nobly came to the rescue of my distressed throat, & volunteered to take the Celebration at 10 a.m. and to preach in the evening.

Kenneth preached from the Gospel "And he was a Samaritan"; it was a good sermon and well–delivered. He told us that 'Samaritan' = Dissenter, and drew the moral frankly enough.

The rain began to come down smartly about 2 p.m., and so continued sharply for about 2 hours. Thus the congregation in the Abbey was extremely small, which I did not regret, as my throat was in a bad case, & I could not have made myself heard over the full church.

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All this week my throat continued in a bad way: improvement being retarded by the necessity of continual speech. Dr Sinclair prescribed a nauseous mixture, of which the fumes were to be inhaled, but to no effect, so that on Saturday he took me off to a throat doctor – Dr Dundas Grant. This good man made me very uncomfortable by excursions into my gullet. He said that there was nothing seriously wrong, but the throat was in a bad state, & I was run down &c.

Watson preached in the Abbey on S. Matthew's day, and stayed the night.

On Thursday I had a very lively dinner party consisting of Hardinge, Baddeley, Col. McCabe, a Virginian of his acquaintance & an old soldier of Lee's, Albert & Browne.

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