to have the privilege of giving me their best rooms, with free entertainment.  A monster brewery that illumines the whole city every night with a search-light has been running alternate slides, one saying, ‘Buy our Lager Beer,’ and the other, ’General Booth at the Convention Hall Monday night.’  The building for my Meeting to-night will hold 8,000 people, and on Saturday 4,000 tickets were already sold.

“You will be a little interested in this because you will know something of the difficulties that seemed to lie ahead of me when I started.  God has been very good, and I hope my Campaign will do something towards the forwarding of His wishes in the country.”

The reception at New York was one of the most enthusiastic The General ever had.  At four o’clock on the Saturday morning, enough of his followers and friends to fill fifteen small steamers had assembled, so as to be sure to be in time to meet his liner.  By way of salute, when the great steamer appeared, they discharged seventy-three bombs—­one for each year of his life, as yet completed.

The New York Herald said of his Sunday there:—­

“Eight thousand people heard General William Booth speaking yesterday at the Academy of Music.  The rain had no effect in keeping either Salvation Army people or the general public from the Meetings.  About one-third of those present wore Salvation Regalia.

“General Booth displayed wonderful energy throughout his fatiguing day’s work.  His voice has great carrying power, and the speaker was distinctly heard throughout the auditorium.  Despite the fact that they could not gain admission to the building, at the evening service, people remained standing in the drenching rain from 7:30 till after 9 o’clock to see The General leave.”

     “At the close of his last address,” says The Times, “167 men and
     women had been persuaded to his point of view, and went to the
     Mercy-Seat.”

How generally the whole country, and not merely the central areas, was stirred by the mere arrival of The General, may be guessed from the following words taken from the Omaha Daily News article of the Monday for its readers through far-away Nebraska:—­

“One of the arrivals on the steamship Philadelphia is General William Booth of The Salvation Army.  That vessel never carried before so great a man as this tall, white-haired, white-bearded organiser, enthusiast, and man-lover.

“Wherever men and women suffer and sorrow and despair, wherever little children moan and hunger, there are disciples of William Booth.  The man’s heart is big enough to take in the world.  He has made the strongest distinct impact upon human hearts of any man living.  This is a man of the Lincoln type.  Like Lincoln he has the saving grace of humour, and sense of proportion.  There is something of the