The Henson Journals

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Thursday, March 22nd, 1917.

962nd day

I must have contracted a chill when walking with Godfrey last night, for I was violently sick in the night, and had to spend the day in bed – a humiliating performance, which the kindness of friends may condone but can never really excuse! There were no letters of importance, or even of interest, unless I except one from a Mr Francis Darwin, who writes from Bradford an earnest remonstrance against my public course, which he likens to that of John Wesley! Certainly the last character in which I can conceive myself acting is that of sect–founder!

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