No body of men more simple or apparently ready for action ever sat before me.
"At night I endeavoured to deal with their hearts, making clear what a full consecration to the War included, and appealing to them for it.

I don't think I ever gave a more heart-searching address, and it awoke a solemn feeling, almost amounting to gloom, which settled down upon every soul.

You could see it in their faces.

The knife of conviction pierced them through and through, as I called up the particulars in which they came short of that life of love, sacrifice, and service which the War demanded.

We then cleared the decks, inviting those who felt condemned in regard to the past, and who were willing to make the surrender, to come out.
The first to roll up was about as handsome a fellow as I ever saw, a Cornish-man, who fell down and began to cry out aloud to God.
Others followed, and before we finished I suppose we should have nearly seventy down, row after row, sincere, beautiful cases.