twelve shillings. I wanted them
to help me hold a Meeting outdoors at 4:30. At 5:30 we had to open the
doors, as so many were waiting to get in, and at six the building was
packed. We kept up the Meeting till after ten o'clock, by which time
seventeen people had come out to seek Salvation.

"The police sent me a message one Sunday evening, during the Meeting,
that they wanted me at the police station. I replied that I was engaged
that evening; but that I was at their service any time after six the
next morning. So they had me up the Monday morning, and sentenced me to
a month's imprisonment. But they never enforced it, till I left the
town.

"In another place we had no Hall, and I have seen my Soldiers in the
early morning trample snow down till it was hard enough for us to kneel
upon for our Prayer Meeting.

"In Tipton one of the Converts was called the 'Tipton Devil.' He once
sold his dead child's coffin for drink. When we got him, a week later,
to the Penitent-Form, and I said to him, 'Now you must pray,' he said,
'I can't pray.' 'But you must,' I said. After waiting a moment, he just
clapped his great rough hands together and said, 'O God, jump down my
throat and squeeze the Devil out.' And then he said the old child's
prayer:--

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee.

If ever a big rough fellow came 'like a little child' to Jesus he did,
for his life from that day was absolutely new.

"Another of those men's wives sent for me, and said she feared he was
going mad, for he had hung up his old ragged clothes on the wall. But we
soon heard him come singing up the street, and he said, 'I've hung them
up to remind us all what I was like when Jesus set me free. A lot of our
blokes have turned respectable, and gone and joined the chapel, and I
thought if ever the Devil comes to tempt me that way I'll show him those
clothes, and say, "The hand that was good enough to pick me up will be
good enough to lead me on to the finish."'

"So I said to his wife, 'He might do a worse thing: let them hang there,
if it helps him any.'"

How The Army won so many of its worst opponents to be its Soldiers comes
out beautifully in a more recent story.

"When I was a drunkard," says a poor woman, "I used just to hate The
Army. But one day, as I was drinking in the 'King George' public-house,
I heard them singing to an old tune of my childhood, and th