e believers by this time--Saviours of
men--against their will, nay, compellers of the Almighty."

And his writing was always so marvellous, both for quantity and quality.
His very last letters to several of us consisted of a number of pages
all written with perfect clearness and regularity with his own hand. It
was, perhaps, the greatest triumph of his own unfailing faith and sunny
optimism that he kept even those who were nearest to him full of hope as
to his complete recovery of strength till within a few days of his
death; and then, gliding down into the valley, surprised all by sinking
suddenly into eternal peace without any distinct warning that the end
was so near. His youngest daughter, Mrs. Commissioner Booth-Hellberg,
was with him during the last days.

But, really, it would be only fair to describe his end as having begun
from the day when, during his Sixth Motor Tour, the eye which had been
operated upon became blind. Though after having it taken out, he very
largely rallied, and passed through grand Campaigns for some years, he
was ever looking forward to the operation on the other eye, which was to
restore him to partial sight. His cheeriness through those years and his
marvellous energy astonished all.

The following notes of his first foreign journey after the loss of sight
cannot but be of special interest, showing with what zest and enjoyment
he threw himself into all his undertakings for Christ:--

"Saturday, _February_ 12, 1910.--The crossing has been quite rough
enough. I slept very little, and it was with real difficulty that I
shambled through the long railway depot to my train for Rotterdam.
At eight o'clock was woke up from a sound sleep with a startling
feeling. It is a pity I could not have slept on. Fixed up at the
old hotel six floors up (the Mass Hotel). Very fair accommodation,
but a little difficult to get anything to eat, that is, such as
meet my queer tastes and habits. Nevertheless, on the principle of
'any port in a storm,' I have had much worse accommodation.

"Sunday, _February_ 13, 1910.--Had a wonderful day. Far ahead of
anything experienced before in this place. My opinion about it is
jotted down in _The War Cry_. I had, as I thought, remarkable power
on each of the three occasions, and finished off at ten o'clock far
less exhausted than I frequently am. Still, I scarcely got into my
rooms before the gi