As I passed by the doors of the flaming gin-palaces to-night I seemed to hear a voice sounding in my ears, "Where can you go and find such heathen as these, and where is there so great a need for your labours ?" And there and then in my soul I offered myself and you and the children up to this great work.

Those people shall be our people, and they shall have our God for their God.'" Mrs.Booth herself wrote:-- "I remember the emotion that this produced in my soul.

I sat gazing into the fire, and the Devil whispered to me, 'This means another departure, another start in life!' The question of our support constituted a serious difficulty.

Hitherto we had been able to meet our expenses out of the collections which we had made from our more respectable audiences.

But it was impossible to suppose that we could do so among the poverty-stricken East-Enders--we were afraid even to ask for a collection in such a locality.
"Nevertheless, I did not answer discouragingly.