The mother endowed it with the energy of a deep and tender emotion, the son provided it with machinery.
It was Mr.Bramwell Booth, with his young friend Mr.Railton abetting him, who, discontented with the dullness and conservatism of the Christian Mission, drove the Reverend William Booth, an ex-Methodist minister preaching repentance in the slums, to fling restraint of every kind to the winds and to go in for religion as if it were indeed the only thing in the world that counted.

William Booth at that time was forty-nine years of age.
Again, it was Mr.Bramwell Booth, working behind the scenes and pulling all the strings, who edged his father away from concluding an alliance with the Church of England in the early eighties.

Archbishop Benson was anxious to conclude that alliance, on terms.

The terms did not seem altogether onerous to the old General, who was rather fond of meeting dignitaries.

But Mr.Bramwell Booth would hear of no concession which weakened the Army's authority in the slums, and which would also eventually weaken its authority in the world.