And then it seemed to me like a picture, as when a grey warrior, a commander with snow-white beard and keen profile, stands upright by the mast of a ship and gazes straight before him towards a new country.
"And General Booth, despite his eighty-one years, is looking out towards new land.

He does not live on memories like the generality of old men.

He does not allow himself any favoured spot by the fireside.

Full of fight and always leading, General Booth stands at the centre of a gigantic apparatus.

And the old gentleman does not look like allowing men to take the control out of his hands.
"Everything about him displays energy and justifiable self-consciousness.