be of the ultra…“sensational” order； which mine was not。
I saw much of human misery in the course of that business； in which I was assisted by my friend； Mr。 D。 R。 Daniel； one of the secretaries of the Royal mission。 But all of this is recorded in the pages of the book； so I need not dwell upon it here。 I emerged from this work with a most whole…hearted admiration for the Salvation Army and its splendid； self…sacrificing labours among the lowest of the low。 Its success with these； where so many have failed； remains something of a mystery to my mind； which I can only explain by a belief that it is aided through the agency of the Power above us。 Nothing else will account for the transformations it effects in the natures of utterly degraded men and women。 Long may it endure and prosper！
I have known General Booth for many years； my first interview with him； one of great interest； is printed verbatim in “Rural England。” We were always the best of friends； perhaps because I was never afraid of him； as seemed to be the case with so many of those by whom he was surrounded； and was always ready to give him a Roland for his Oliver in the way of what is known as chaff。 I have seen him under sundry conditions； of which； perhaps； the funniest was the following。 One day； after he had been holding a great meeting for City men in London； at which I was present； I took a gentleman to visit him who I thought might be able to help his cause。 We found him at his office in Queen Victoria Street； stripped to his red Salvation jersey； streaming with perspiration； and very cross because his tea； or whatever the meal was called； was not ready。 He was calling out； officers were flying here and there； some one was trying to soothe him； and so on。 At length the meal arrived； consis