The spirit is love; it is peace; it is joy; and perhaps joy most of
     all.  It is a joyous energy, having a centre in the soul of man.

It is not a foreign principle which has to be introduced into a man from without; it belongs to the substance and structure of his nature; it needs only to be liberated there; and when once that is done it takes possession of all the forces of his being, repressing nothing, but transfiguring everything, till all his motives and desires are akindle and aglow with the fires and energy of that central flame, with its love, its peace, its joy.

A man who sees so deeply into the truth of things, and lives so habitually at the centre of existence, is not likely to display the characteristics of the propagandist.  But the work of Dr. Jacks at Manchester College may yet give not only this country but the world—­for his students come from many nations—­a little band of radiant missionaries whose message will repel none and attract many.

BISHOP HENSLEY HENSON

DURHAM, Bishop of, since 1920; Rt.  Rev. Herbert Hensley Henson; b.  London 8th Nov., 1863, 4th s. of Late Thomas Henson, Broadstairs Kent, and Martha Fear; m. 1902 Isabella Caroline, o.d. of J.W.  Dennistoun of Dennistoun, N.B.  Educ.:  Privately and at Oxford.  First Class Modern History; Fellow of All Soul’s College, Oxford, 1884-91, reelected 1896; B.D. 1898; Hon. D.D.  Glasgow, 1906; Durham, 1913; Oxon, 1918; Head of the Oxford House, Bethnal Green, 1887-88; Vicar of Barking, Essex, 1888-95; Select Preacher at Oxford, 1895-96, 1913-14; Cambridge, 1901; Incumbent of St. Mary’s Hospital, Ilford, 1895-1900; Chaplain to Lord Bishop of St. Alban’s, 1897-1900; Canon of Westminster Abbey and Rector of St. Margaret’s, 1900-12; Sub-Dean of Westminster, 1911-12; Dean of Durham, 1912-18; Bishop of Durham, 1918-20; late Hon. Professor of Modern History in Durham University; Proctor in Convocation, 1903-18.

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CHAPTER V

BISHOP HENSLEY HENSON

     He early attained a high development, but he has not increased it
     since; years have come, but they have whispered little; as was said
     of the second Pitt, “He never grew, he was cast.”—­WALTER BAGEHOT.

Rumour has it that Dr. Henson is beginning to draw in his horns.  Every curate who finds himself unable to believe in the Virgin Birth, so it said, feels himself entitled to a living in the diocese of Durham.  They flee from the intolerant zealotry of the sacerdotal south to the genial modernism of the latitudinarian north.

But the trouble is, so rumour has it, these intelligent curates prove themselves but indifferent parish priests.  Dr. Henson has to complain.  The work of the Church must be carried on.  Evangelicalism seems a better driving force than theology.  Dr. Henson has to think whether perhaps . . .