He believed in the Divinity of Jesus Christ, and in the Church of which he was a member, but seemed to be utterly ignorant of either the theory or practice of experimental godliness.

To the spiritual interests of the dead world around him he was as indifferent as were the vicious crowds themselves whom he so heartily despised.

All he seemed to me to want was to make money, and all he seemed to want me for was to help him in the sordid selfish task.
"So it was work, work, work, morning, noon, and night.

I was practically a white slave, being only allowed my liberty on Sundays, and an hour or two one night in the week, and even then the rule was 'Home by ten o'clock, or the door will be locked against you.' This law was rigidly enforced in my case, although my employer knew that I travelled long distances preaching the Gospel in which he and his wife professed so loudly to believe.

To get home in time, many a Sunday night I have had to run long distances, after walking for miles, and preaching twice during the day." The contrast between those days and ours can hardly be realised by any of us now.