The Henson Journals

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7th Sunday after Trinity, August 6th, 1916.

734th day

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I celebrated the Holy Communion at 8 a.m. The post brought a card from Gilbert saying that he had been 'slightly wounded', and was 'being sent down to the base'.

When I was last in town I fell in with, or rather was addressed by a gentleman who introduced himself as Mr Charlewood of Manchester. I recalled his face as familiar, & remembered that he was a representative of Manchester in the York House of Laymen. We had some conversation in the street, and, as we parted, he said: "Do you know, Mr Dean, whom you remind me of?" "Indeed not", said I, "but I trust nobody disreputable". "No truly", he rejoined, "for you remind me of Bishop Moorhouse: for like him you always make me think". That was an unexpected, and not unwelcome compliment; for I respected Moorhouse.

I attended Mattins, & heard an excellent sermon from Knowling on the Transfiguration. Meade–Falkner came in to lunch.

There was a great congregation at Evensong, when the service was specially arranged as a commemoration of the 2nd anniversary of the Declaration of War. The Bishop attended, & gave the Benediction from the Throne. The Mayor & Corporation came in their pomp, & about 200 special constables. About a dozen choirmen from the parish churches assisted the Cathedral Choir: & in the procession came most of the parochial clergy, including for the first time, Loxley of St. Oswald's. Also a number of Church Lads Brigade boys sate together in the south transept. I preached from Psalm 97.1,2,11,12. At the end of the service the National Anthem, all three verses, was sung with great fervour. The collection was for the British Red Cross Society. The Bishop came into the Deanery, & had tea with his ladies. The Precentor & his wife came to dinner. Hugh returned to his camp.

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