tone, a different look and manner--in short, become unnatural.'

But Mrs. Booth not only prepared for her Meetings by thought and study,
but she prepared most of all by prayer.

'Oh, if we could,' she writes, 'get more of the spirit of prayer into
those who love God! Few understand it at all.

'I always find an exact proportion in the results to the spirit of
intercession I have had beforehand. That is why I like to be alone in
lodgings.'

Before her Meeting she would wrestle and plead with God for hours, in
tears and agony, and then would face her congregation overflowing with
love and faith.

'Pray for me,' she writes during her marvellous Portsmouth campaign. 'No
one knows how I feel. I think I never realized my responsibility as I did
on Sunday night. I felt really awful before rising to speak. The sight
almost overwhelmed me. With its two galleries, its dome-like roof and
vast proportions, when crammed with people, the building presents a most
imposing appearance. The top gallery is ten or twelve seats deep in
front, and it was full of men. Such a sight as I have never seen on any
previous occasion. Oh, how I _yearned_ over them! I felt as if it
would be a small thing to die _there and then_, if that would have
brought them to Jesus.'

Nothing short of men and women getting converted satisfied her.

'They say,' she writes of another campaign, 'the sinners here will