Catherine Booth

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e business to which He sets you, not asking for an

ful call which came to her, her great gifts, the zeal and love which filled her heart, would a

e life of a king or of a poor man. Mrs. Booth has set us all an example in this, for she would work ceaselessly with head or hands or heart, as l

ight time, properly cooked, good and wholesome. She allowed no waste and no extravagance. Her bread was light and beautifully baked, and when

uring their early years, and herself attended to every smallest detail of their lives. Strangers who asked where Mrs. Booth bought her children's things,

and mend them once again, and give them away. Her baby-clothes, when the last

er sermon to me and my wife than ever her words had done. They were all darned and mended and patched, and the work–but, there, I never saw such stitches! And as we looked, and knew th

able only to use her left hand, and propped up by pillows, she devised a little frame on

l keep the feet of His Saints'; and the other with the sure and certain hope which lay beyond the parting, 'Our feet shall stan

le in showing her the best way to wash or iron, or clean a grate, or do whatever the work on hand might be. She instructed her servants, explaining to the

girl whom you have to teach how to wash a child's face, or to stitch a button on, if she is tr

beggar, or some broken food, she would inquire into the cause of the distress; and then, if the need seemed genuine, she would help, eithe

er Meetings. For she could not rest content with the most careful preparation beforehand, nor with pouring out her whole soul upon the people during the forty or fifty minutes that her address lasted. At the close of the Meeting, whenever her health all

or she would arrange another interview, or in some way keep in close, actual touch with the struggling

rious harvests to her soul-saving campaigns. Labour and trouble were a j

ences. If she had done so, people would soon have left off corning to her; they would have said, 'We cannot trust her.' She was, as you know, a

hildren, and whether it was a doll's frock, or an article for 'The War Cry,' or a series of Meetings, it was always the same. Unfinished, half-done work she detested with all

I have no vain regrets about the past. As far as my strength allowed, I have finished the work

each you to love work. And as you work, you will, like our dear Army Mother, learn better and better how to