And the economy of Army forces, by means of Motor Tours, has been marvellous, every little Corps and village Outpost on the route on week-days being given an opportunity to gather crowds they never ordinarily reached together, and to unite their own efforts for once with those of their General in trying to lift up Christ more than ever before.

And The General was so alive to the value of inflaming the love of any handful of villagers or children, but especially of his Soldiers and Officers to the Master, that it was to him a continual delight to move about amongst his Soldiery in every land.

The General could rarely venture to plan very far ahead, because his public appearances had all to be made to fit in with other and often even more important engagements, of which only his Staff knew anything.  It is, indeed, marvellous how few engagements he made ever had to be broken, and how successful almost every Campaign of his has been, seeing at how short notice most of them were undertaken.  In one of his diaries I found a bitter complaint of the waste of time involved in having to wait for three hours between the steamboat and train.  “Why,” he asks, “could they not have arranged a Meeting for me?”

One who has travelled 8,000 miles with him on four Motor Tours says, though everybody, everywhere, pressmen included, were of necessity impressed with his sincerity and transparency, they could see that he had all the time only one object in view, the glory of God and the Salvation of souls.

And it is the extent to which he led all ranks into the same spirit which made it easy for arrangements to be made and carried out in so few hours for the very largest demonstrations, as to which it was never possible to hold any approach to a rehearsal, those joining in them living usually so widely apart from each other.

An occasional private letter gives, perhaps, the best possible explanation of his own heart in this perpetual motion towards the Cross.  Who that saw him in some grand demonstration could imagine that he had been feeling just before it as this letter reveals:—­

“My feelings alternate; but my faith is steadfast.  Morning, noon, and night I tell God He is my only help.  He will not fail me.  To-night’s Meeting will be, as you say, a great strain; but the memories of God’s goodness encourage me to go forward in spite of unutterable sadness and gloom.”

And who that heard him on one of those Congresses, in which a great company of his Officers and Soldiers felt themselves to be feasting on heavenly manna for days together, could imagine his writing the week after:—­

“If ever I felt my full agreement with my Lord’s definition of service as expressed in the parable, I do to-day.  After all, I am a poor, unprofitable servant, and I have lost no little sleep since Friday night in criticising regretfully and condemning my share of the wonderful Congress that has certainly taken a large part of the world by storm.  Nevertheless, I thank God from the bottom of my heart for the part I have been allowed to have in the matter.”

Amongst the incidents of all touring, but especially of motoring, are storms such as the one The General thus triumphed over:—­