which was interpreted to her, as she spoke only Dutch.  Then she wound up in good English with ’Victory for me, through the Blood of Christ my Saviour.’  The little scene altogether was very striking.”

Yes, surely that scene was striking for every one, and for evermore.  That union of races and languages to the glory of Christ, and for the highest well-being of the whole world; that valuing of the humblest true Soldier of the Cross above all the great ones of this world, accounts for the creation, maintenance, and spread of The Army wherever they are seen.

The following report of one of his Meetings with the natives fairly represents one of them:—­

“The room could not contain the people who wished to listen to the General.  Dark faces were to be seen at every window.  The General did not talk at them, but he talked into them, and their close attention and many ‘Amen!’ showed that he was well understood.  No sooner had he ceased talking than the mercy-seat was filled, and at least a hundred came to Christ to seek deliverance from sin, and the supplying of their hearts’ needs.  Amongst the number were eight or nine women from Central Africa; they had been brought down for immoral purposes, but the Army had got hold of them and rescued them.

     “Ere the General turned away he gave them still further advice as
     follows: 

“’My heart is drawn out to you.  I am going a long way off, but I want you to think of me, and when you think of me, I want you to pray for me.  Be decided to fight for Jesus.  God will be on your side.  Go in and get all your people saved, and be the friends of all.  Before I go I should like to know who have made up their minds to trust God,’—­and up went a hundred hands.  ’That’s right.  Now all who have made up their minds to meet me in Heaven raise their hands again’—­and once more every hand went up, this time accompanied by a tremendous shout.”

These journeys to South Africa were, indeed, taken together, amongst the most painful lessons of The General’s life as to the smallness of hope from the great ones of this world.  The first visit, paid on the swell of the first admiration for the “Darkest England” Scheme, filled him with great expectations; and no wonder, for everywhere at that time Governments, municipalities, and wealthy magnates talked as if they were ready to assist him immediately to place the deserving, though poor, crowds of the Old Country on the magnificent tracts of land he saw everywhere unoccupied, or very slightly used.

But “Governments” of the elected type come and go, making the most lavish promises and denouncing “the other party,” who, on turning them out, do ditto.  And so it came to pass that The General made his third journey to South Africa, in 1908, when seventy-nine years of age.  His life ran serious risk, because his going to Rhodesia himself was considered indispensable in order so to impress some British or South African “statesmen” that they might give him the needed help to establish an Over-Sea Colony there.  And, then, all the “statesmen” denounced to Colonel Kitching by one of themselves as “a set of ——­fools” say that “nothing can be done at present.”  And the old man returns to die with his great dream unrealised.