The Henson Journals

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Monday, November 24th, 1930.

A stormy day with torrents of rain. A letter from the Vicar of Stanton informed me that my young friend, Jack Carr, has come to grief on the new motor–cycle, on which he was pluming himself when I saw him a few weeks ago. He is fortunate in having come off with nothing worse than "a severely fractured arm".

I succeeded in finishing the Edinburgh sermon, which, however, is far other than I meant it to be when I started.

I received from old Colonel Robson of West Hartlepool the volume, "The Correspondence of Isaac Basire D.D. with a Memoir of his Life by W.R. Darnell D.D. Rector of Stanhope, 1931.

Canon Patterson came to see me about the dedication of a Church Army Van, & stayed to tea. He is nearly 80 years old, but active and alert, worth more than most of the men who are half his age. There is a [sic] certainly a lack of stamina, a feebleness of purpose, & a restlessness in the younger men of inferior social type which were absent from my contemporaries.

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