have furnished all these
years tragedies daily and nightly numerous enough to crowd our memories
with scenes no less appalling to the moral sense than anything witnessed
on those distant pagan shores. To those who take time to think it out,
the marvel of both the eagerness and the reluctance of Mr. and Mrs.
Booth to plunge into this human Niagara will appear ever greater. As we
look nowadays at the world-wide result of their resolve so to do,
despite all their consciousness of ignorance and unfitness for the
task, we cannot but see in the whole matter the hand of God Himself,
fulfilling His great promise: "Even the captives of the mighty shall be
taken away, the prey of the terrible shall be delivered, for I will
contend with them that contend with thee, and I will save thy children.
And all flesh shall know that I the Lord am thy Saviour, and thy
Redeemer, the Mighty One of Jacob."

As long as the God of that solitary, selfish tramp remains determined to
redeem and save even the most depraved and abandoned of mankind, its
Whitechapels and Spitalfields, and other moral jungles, can be turned
into gardens, blooming with every flower of moral innocence and
beauty--if only gardeners, capable of enough trust in God and toil for
man, can be found.

The Meetings held at noon daily in front of the new Headquarters set an
example of patient, persevering combat which was followed in the
Meetings, outdoors or in, held by what was then known as "The Christian
Mission." The first name used by "The General Superintendent," as our
Founder was then called, was "The East London Christian Revival
Society." This was changed to "The East London Christian Mission," and
the "East London" being dropped, when the work extended outside London,
"The Christian Mission" remained, much as the name was always disliked,
from its appearance of implying a slight on all other missions.

The steadily increasing success of the Whitechapel work was such that
when I first saw it, after it had only had that centre for two years,
the Hall, seating more than 1,200 persons, would be crowded on Sundays,
and, although the people had been got together from streets full of
drunkenness and hostility, the audiences would be kept under perfect
control, once the outer gates were closed, and would listen with the
intensest interest to all that was said and sung.

On Sunday nights I have known ten different bands of speakers take their
stand at various points along