to Her Majesty’s forces.  Godly Methodists like Sergt.-Major Foote or Sergeant Oates, for instance, were not the men to be spoilt by such a position.  Sergeant Oates tells how the men pointed him out as the ‘Wesleyan Parson,’ but he tells also that being provost-sergeant he had an empty cell under his charge and that there he used to go to be alone with God.  From such communings he came out a strong man—­strong to resist temptation and to win men for Christ.  And as for Sergt.-Major Foote, he was simply bubbling over with Christian enthusiasm—­enthusiasm that did not lead him astray because it was united with a well-balanced judgment.

The best pictures we get of such parade services at sea are however from the pens of our chaplains.  The Rev. E.P.  Lowry gives us a vivid picture of a Sunday at sea, which we venture to transcribe from the Methodist Times:—­

’This day has really in large measure been given up to the feelings and exercises of devotion.  There has been no physical drill and regimental “doubling” round the deck to the accompaniment, first of the bagpipes, and then of the fifes and drums; no medical inspection of the men’s feet; no lectures to officers on first-aid to the wounded; no rifle practice at the Boers in the shape of bottles and boxes thrown overboard to be fired at by scores of eager marksmen, and speedily sent to the bottom.

’Early came an inspection of the ship’s crew, stewards, and stokers, numbering about 180 in all, and including Africans and Lascars, of almost every imaginable hue, all dressed in their Sunday best.  Then came the muster, at ten o’clock, of all our soldier lads, in red tunic and forage cap, for church parade.  Nearly the whole 1,600 answered to their names, were divided into groups according to their various denominations, and marched to their various rendezvous for worship.  The Presbyterians and Wesleyans numbered nearly 500, which would make a very full parade at Grosvenor Road Church.  The place assigned to us was down below on what is called the first and second decks, where the men usually have their meals, and sleep in hammocks, or on the tables, forms and floor, as the case may be.  All the tinware and other impedimenta had been carefully cleared away, and so the men at once filed in between the tables.  A special form was provided for the two officers who attended, and another for Mr. Pearce, who acted as my precentor, and myself.  The 200 ha’penny hymn-books sent in by the thoughtful kindness of the Rev. R.W.  Allen rendered invaluable aid in the brightening of the service, for they made it possible for every man to join in the singing, which was touchingly hearty and tender.  Only favourite hymns would be in place in an assembly so strangely mixed, so we began with “Jesu, Lover of my soul,” followed by “What can wash away my sin?” “Just as I am,” and “Oh, what a Saviour! that He died for me.”  Nearly half the men on board are Reservists, fresh from