Catherine Booth

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f myself, I have not cared much wh

st' or 'Travelling Minister.' He would stay in a town for some weeks or months, as the case might be,

ing it must have been for Mrs. Booth after her marriage not to have any home

by a letter she writes to her mother, telling the good ne

own little table, myself the mistress, and my husband the only guest. But the work of God so abundantly prospers that I dare not repine, or else I feel this constant packing and unpacking and staying amongst strangers

ul-saving campaigns. She felt her duty lay here, and even when she had a little son to care for, she was unwilling to settle dow

he has of my presence, care, and sympathy; neither is he willing

is soul-saving work–not to hold him back; and therefore, instead of rejoicing, as most wives

one place will be a boon to us. Anyhow, if God wills him to be an Evangelist, He will open the way. I fi

r whom The General worked did not wish him to continue the great Salvation Campaigns for which God had so marvellousl

was called to greater things. He loved the sinners; wherever he went crowds flocked to hear him, and the vilest were converted. Was it God's will, ther

health was very delicate. By counselling The General to 'settle down,' as his friends wished him to do, she would have a nice home, a com

, The General turned his back on salary, home, and work, and went out into the world, with his

dure the loneliness and separation of the life. He draws many a picture of most dark and melancholy shade. But I cling to the promise, "No man hath forsaken," etc., and, having sworn to my own hurt, may I stand fast. I have told William that if he takes the step, and it should bring

s. Booth, the path was equally

should be the first in making it. But when I made the surrender I did it whole-heartedly, and ever since I have been like another being. Oh, pray for us yet more and more! We have no money coming in from any quarter now. Nor has William any invitations at present. The time is u

t in faith, and do right, God will open up the way for them. The example of our General and Army Mother has taught

eep a brave heart. At times it appears to me that God may have something very glorious in store for us, and when He has tried us He

nse, to bring their four children to Mrs. Mumford's house in London. There they separated: the father and mother went t

preacher was by this time becoming as widely known as that of her husband; and they went from one place to anot

shall tell you what a devoted and tender mother she was; but the strain of those four long years no one will ever know. I want you

welve weeks. I long to get fixed together again once more. The going backwards and forwards and being in other people's houses does not suit William. Nor d

, a little

for me, and duties too heavy for me to perform; but it is my privilege to sa

ain she

in the dark and cloudy day! I have felt it hard work to do so la

at the clouds will break, and surround us with sunshine. Any

was called to make a fresh sacrifice, never dreaming of the wonderful results that would

, as usual. It was between eleven and twelve o'clock. Flinging himself into an easy chair, he said to me, "O Kate, as I passed by the doors of the flaming gin-palaces to-night I seemed to hear a voice soundi

sat gazing into the fire, and the Devil whispered to me,

ions which we had made from our respectable audiences. But it was impossible to suppose that we could do so among the poverty-strick

thought and prayer, I answered, "Well, if you feel you ought to stay, stay.

, from The General's standing alone in Whitechapel, a mighty wave of Salvation would sweep over the e

alvation of souls; and we all know to-day how, from that little Whitechapel beginning, gre

d. One by one, as they became old enough, she gave up her children to the Work, and we

er now, her spirit has been summoned Home. Listen. The Army Founder himself is the speaker. He is recalling the forty years which h

ur shadow from the burning sun, whose flowers had been the adornment and beauty of your life, whose fruit had been almost the stay of your existence, and the gardener had come

hout fee or reward, who had administered, for very love, to your health

u, and seldom advised wrong; whose advice you had followed, and seldom had reason to regret it; and the counsello

, and the purpose of your existence; a friend whose communion had ever been pleasant–the most pleasant of all other friends

ou most delighted–a mother, indeed, who had never ceased to bear their sorrows on her heart, and who had been ever willing to pour f

ide by side, in the battle's front, who had been a comrade to you, ever willing to interpose herself between you and the enemy, and ever the s

nspiration of my soul, and we are about to lay all that remains of her in the grave. I have been looking right at the bottom of it here, and calculating how soon they may bring and lay m