The Henson Journals

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Saturday, May 26th, 1928.

Warm, and rather sultry weather, & the comfortless restlessness of a Bank holiday pervading everything.

I revised an old sermon for broadcasting from Newcastle on Trinity Sunday.

Then I wrote to Warr, the Minister of St Giles's, thanking him for his book on Principal Caird: and to William. Lomax arrived at 4 p.m., & talked confusedly for more than an hour about the man Mr Manners, whom he wants me to ordain with no better evidence for fitness than his own confident assurances. But I would not consent. He had tea, & went away ruminating on the spiritual blindness of the Episcopate!

Then I wrote to Marsh bidding him call banns at the Holy Communion during the weeks that his Church, except the Chancel, is out of use for cleaning & decorating.

Major Stafford, a Sapper from Catterick, came for the week–end – an inoffensive quiet little man who served right through the War in France, & went unscathed through the Retreat to ??ions. He spoke with quiet contempt of the Americans.

The weather degenerated into rain as the night drew on, an ill promise for the holiday.