"Oh friends, we 'ave met 'ere again tonight to inquire after the safety
of yer everlastin' souls. Yer pass by, thinkin' only of yer idle
pleasures, w'en at any moment yer might be called to judgment by
'Im Who made us all equal in 'Is eyes. Yer pass by without 'earin'
the sweet voice of Jesus callin' on yer to be saved this very minit.
For 'E is callin' yer to come an' be saved an' find salvation, as 'E
called me many years ago. I was then like yerselves, full of wickedness,
an gloryin' in sin. But I 'eard the voice of 'Im Who died on the Cross,
an' saw I was rushin' 'eadlong to 'ell. An' 'Is blood washed all my sins
away, an' made me whiter than snow. Whiter than snow, friends--whiter
than snow! An' 'E'll do the same fer you if yer will only come an' be
saved. Oh, can't yer 'ear the voice of Jesus callin' to yer to come an'
live with 'Im in 'Is blessed mansions in the sky? Oh, come tonight an'
find salvation!"

His arms were outstretched in a passionate gesture of appeal, his rough
voice vibrated with emotion, the common face flamed with the ecstasy of
the fanatic. When he stopped for breath or wiped the sweat from his face,
the Army spurred him on with cries of "Hallelujah! Amen!" as one pokes
a dying fire.

The Lieutenant, who was the comedian of the company, met with a grin of
approval as he faced the ring of torches like an actor facing the
footlights, posing before the crowd that had gathered, flashing his vulgar
conceit in the public eye. And he praised God in a song and dance,
fitting his words to the latest craze of the music-hall:

"Oh! won't you come and join us?
Jesus leads the throng,"