Life and letters of Thomas Hodgkin / by Louise Creighton.

  • Thomas Hodgkin
Date:
1917
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Credit: Life and letters of Thomas Hodgkin / by Louise Creighton. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    wrench, but his father was very thankful at the prospect of his marriage and very insistent that nothing must be allowed to put it off. After this there was more and more talk of the possibility of settling in a new home in Falmouth. They had heard of a possible house on the coast about four miles from the town, which they had seen and liked. It was called Treworgan, and when some one objected to the name, Hodgkin answered, ‘ I don’t agree : I rather like the name. It reminds me of one of the Eliot family farms that was called Treworgy.’ It was decided that they should take Treworgan for the month of March and try how they liked it, before coming to a final decision. On one of the last days at Barmoor his neighbour, Bishop Neligan, then vicar of Ford, came to see him and wrote of his visit: ‘ I can never forget the uplifting joy of that hour I had with him. Then, as always, I came away from him with higher thoughts and the feeling of having breathed purer air. His walk with God was so real.’ They planned to go all the way to Falmouth in the new car, and left Barmoor in glorious weather on February 22. The first pause in the journey south was made at Darlington, at his brother Jonathan’s house, Elm Ridge, where he used always to stay for Quarterly Meetings. He went in to meet¬ ing on the following day, Sunday, and spoke on the message of Habakkuk, given in a time of stress when God seemed to hide Himself. He bade the old have courage and in spite of difficulties still to rejoice in the Lord. Then addressing the young, he warned them that they would have to face much greater times of difficulty than their elders had known: things would not grow easier. But though God might \ hide Himself, he bade them wait for the vision. * Though it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come, wait for it.’ He ended with a strong note of hope for the future. Those who heard him were deeply moved by the solemnity and beauty of his words. Next day they motored on to Sheffield, where he stayed for two quiet days with his daughter Lily, Mrs. Gresford Jones. He was not very well and spent what he described as a 'disgracefully lazy day.’ Many hours were given to a very