The children at the 10 o’clock Mass to-day in St. Patrick’s sang very sweetly. Every Sunday morning I have a terrible headache, which destroy my reading or stamp-arranging I may do during the day. The church and then working till 1 or 2 probably give it to me because I have no fresh air. – Read Canon Sheehan’s ‘The Blindness of Dr. Gray’. What a contrast the stern intellectual and perhaps puritan-like Dr. Gray to good-natured, easy-going Daddie Dan! But I am enjoying it immensely. The character of this theologian is being wonderfully worked out. In one part there Canon Sheehan refers to that rapture which only poets or musicians feel when they composed an exalted theme. I also have felt that joyous ecstasy in my petty way when I discovered a passage which to me seemed good in that little thing I composed last Xmas. Went to Arthur, who was out. Got rid of stamp debt. Mrs. Stockley came to us for tea. She came back yesterday from the continent. Dr. Frend was also there. He had a bad accident in the college yesterday when some chemical solution exploded in his face. He is all bandaged.
