should have been said long ago and had been long felt.
I am very sure that good will come of what I said: they need a note of discord to break the general monotony of the meetings.
To Mr. Wasson he confided some of his professional anxieties:—
Nov. 17, 1851.
Something must be done with this great Orthodox church; no question of that; the how and what, alas, are more difficult of decision, and beyond my gifts and training at least. . . . Who is to pilot the ship, pray, if each Palinurus jumps overboard and strikes out for shore on his own account . . .
I wish you would go and see. . . Sam Johnson of Salem, . . . who can help many troubles by his sheer Unconsciousness of the possibility of having them.
Doubts as to his own success in his chosen profession sometimes recurred.
In his second year of preaching, he mused:—
I am weary of these lives that end early and leave only blossoms, not fruit, for a remembrance.
Unless it is worth while to have me stay long