What a long time it may be since any loving hand was laid on the shoulder of many of those Recruits! Life, the rough, pitiless life of the great city, has always been pushing them along lower and lower down till it got them underfoot.

Here they listen to the sound of a voice of sympathy, and feel the pressure of a hand that wishes to lead them.

And there above sits The General for a while in an arm-chair, saying: 'The deepest-fallen may rise again.

He has only to step out into the ranks of The Army, which is marching upwards to the Land of Grace.' As we left the Hall the thirty-fourth had already come out." It must be remembered that all these descriptions come from part of a single month's journeys, and that The General was dependent upon translation for nearly every moment of intercourse either in public or private with the people, and that it will be entirely understood how great a power for God in this world a man entirely given up may be after he has passed his eightieth year, and with what clearness witness for God can be borne even in a strange tongue when it is plain and definite.
"From time immemorial it has been customary to class philanthropists amongst the extraordinaries, the marvellous people--who do not pass muster in the common world--exceptions.
Nobody thinks of measuring himself with them, for the battle of life belongs to the egotists--each one of whom fights for himself.
He who fights for others is smilingly acknowledged by the well-disposed as a stranger in the world.

The ordinary man of the street pitilessly calls him a fool, and the mass considers him unworthy of a second thought.