The Henson Journals

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Monday, February 26th, 1917.

938th day

"We are called to rise above the level of fighting pagans, not to fall below it. There is, indeed, a lower depth than that of the military spirit – the depth of complaisant mammon–worship. To our shame be it confessed that this spirit may clothe itself under the profession of "non–resistance". When the salt so loses its savour, it is truly fit for nothing but to be cast out & trodden underfoot".

Miss Stephen. "Quaker Strongholds", p.133

A most beautiful morning, soft air, bright sun, & the birds singing as if well–assured (poor fools!) that the winter now lay behind them. I went to the Cathedral at 8 a.m., and celebrated. The post brought me a letter from Ernest, enclosing a copy of his will! This looks like business. I attended Mattins. The whole morning was spent in writing a short article against "Prohibition" to form a chapter of the small volume projected by Eveleigh Nash. In the afternoon I walked with Bp. Quirk, &, on my return, wrote to Ernest. At 6 p.m. I took Gilbert to the Choir School, where he talked about his experiences in France very interestingly to the boys for an hour & a half on end.

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