To lift up the fallen has ever been one of the functions of religious bodies.

Before issuing the permit, it is said that he used all his powers of persuasion against the parade.
By orders from headquarters every house in the district was closed, shuttered, and pitch dark on the night of the parade.

Every door was locked, and the most complete silence reigned within.

It was into a city of silence that the procession of nearly five thousand men, women, and young people of both sexes marched on that October midnight.

In the glare of red fire and flaming torches, to the confused blare of many Salvation Army brass bands, the quavering of hymn tunes, including the classic, "Where Is My Wandering Boy To-night," and the constant explosion of photographers' flashlights, the long procession stumbled and jostled its way through streets that gave back for answer darkness and silence.
But afterwards! The affair had been widely advertised, and it drew a throng of spectators, not only from every quarter of the city, but from every suburb and surrounding country town.