’There must have been not less than 700 soldiers actually with us that morning.  In the afternoon a delightful Bible-class and testimony meeting was held, at which about forty were present, and at its close, thanks to the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Franklin, a capital tea, though not a fruit tea of the Aldershot type, was provided for all.  The evening service, conducted by Mr. Franklin, was well attended by the military, and as the clock struck nine, those that remained to the after-meeting bethought us of Sergt.-Major Moss and his men, and made ourselves one with them by singing at the self-same moment their unfailing song, “God be with you till we meet again."’[12]

The Rev. Stuart and Mrs. Franklin, to whom Mr. Lowry refers, were the resident Wesleyan minister and his wife.  They rendered conspicuous service to our soldiers, and in fact thought no sacrifice too great to make on their behalf.

But not long was there a pause in the battle.  The troops had to be moved further and further out.  The chaplains went with them.  The onward march to Pretoria commenced, and only an army of occupation was left behind in Bloemfontein.

[Footnote 12:  Methodist Times, May 3, 1900.]

=Glimpses of Good Work from Soldiers’ Letters.=

We, however, stay with them in Bloemfontein for a short time, that we may read a few of the Christian soldiers’ letters received from that town, and get some further glimpses of the good work carried on there.

Corporal Lundy writes:—­

’Through all the trying marches and battles in which I have been engaged I have found time to read a portion of God’s Word.  I have found my Heavenly Father a personal Friend in this campaign.  We have been on short rations for about a month:  just enough to keep one together.

     ’The prisoners we have in the fort are always singing psalms and
     hymns, but they do not seem to be quite right; there is something
     lacking.’

Corporal Simpson says:—­

’I am still enjoying the best of health bodily, and so happy in soul that I could not express myself.  Storm clouds gather and trials come, but still it’s Jesus.  When bullets are flying around my head and hunger is pricking me sorely, I can lift up my head with praise.  ’When I saw the little English children at Bloemfontein running about so gay, many of them so like my own lambs, my heart seemed as if it would break.’

Another soldier writes:—­

’I want to tell you of the great Christian work that is going on in this great camp.  There are four or five very large tents, which are full every night, and hundreds are turned away.  There are men there who would laugh at the Soldiers’ Home in England and scorn to be seen in the company of Christians.  Many such men have been brought to know Christ through this great and awful war.  Mr. Lowry often speaks to us.  He is a grand worker, and we love him.  We have been under the Saviour’s care and keeping all the time.  We are very anxious to get back home, and shall welcome peace with one great shout of joy.’

Another gives us a further glimpse of Christian work:—­