The Henson Journals

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13th Sunday after Trinity, August 21st, 1910. Daldowie, Broomhouse, Glasgow.

The day began with a deluge of rain. With brief intervals the rain continued all day, & was even violent about 6 p.m. Miss Maxwell carried us off to the parish church (quoad sacra). The minister ( Mr Andrews) has a kindly & intelligent face, and a strong Scottish accent. His prayers were trying, as 'extempore' prayers generally are to Liturgy–bred Anglicans. The sermon from the text, "He came into His own & His own received Him not", was apparently read, & seemed to me ill suited to the congregation, but not in itself unworthy. There was a mixed choir of young men & women, which sang with much vigour to the accompaniment of a raucous harmonium. The church itself was a very cheap, poor, barn–like structure, and the seats horribly uncomfortable.

Miss Maxwell tells me that magpies are very numerous here. No less than 50 were killed in a single year. They make havock among the small birds.

I finished reading an excellent story by Whyte Melville, 'The Gladiators'. Also I wrote to Alfred Spelling & Ernest Bennett.

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