In this passage, Hawthorne admits to a kind of theological confusion, one in which his mind seems to be in frequent disagreement with his heart. It may be this sort of thoughtful bewilderment contributed to his reluctance to join any single religion.
The broken and scattered fragments of this one discourse will be
the texts of many sermons, preached by those colleague pastors--colleagues,
but often disputants--my Mind and Heart. The former pretends to be a scholar,
and perplexes me with doctrinal points; the latter takes me on the score of
feeling; and both, like several other preachers, spend their strength to very
little purpose. I, their sole auditor, cannot always understand them.