She was a woman of remarkable intellectual force and spiritual character, as all must acknowledge who have read her biography.

Her speech (on the Protection of Young Girls) was finely composed and finely delivered, and quite threw into the shade a couple of members of Parliament who spoke from the same platform on the same evening.

When she made any telling point that awakened applause, her husband leaped up, and gave the signal: "Fire a volley!" Whereupon his troops gave a tremendous cheer, followed by a roll of drums and a blast of trumpets.

The chief agency which the army employs to gather its audiences is music--whether it be the rattling of the tambourine, or the martial sound of a brass band.

Some of their hymns are little better than pious doggerel, and they do not hesitate to add to Perronet's grand hymn, "All hail the power of Jesus name," such a stanza as the following: "Let our soldiers never tire, In streets, in lane, in hall, The red-hot Gospel's shot to fire And crown Him Lord of All." Grotesque as are some of the methods of this novel organization, I cannot but admire their zeal and courage in dredging among the submerged masses with such spiritual apparatus as they can devise.