towards my children!'

We know how practical our Army Mother always was; sentimental pity
without help she despised. When her little son, therefore, saw and pitied
a small boy with shoeless feet, his mother quickly reminded him of his
little money-box.

'Would you rather keep the money for barley-sugar, Willie, or give it to
the poor boy?' she asked. 'Give it to the boy,' he said at once, and so
learnt his first lesson in self-denial.

When the boy was seven years old he was converted, to his mother's
deepest joy. Some time before she had talked to him in a Meeting, and
urged him to get saved. The boy sat still and said nothing. 'Willie, I
insist,' said his mother at last. 'You must answer me. Will you give your
heart to God or not? Yes or no?'

Willie looked up in her face steadily and answered back 'No.'

Mrs. Booth said no more just then, but held on in faith and prayer, and
some months later, to her unutterable thankfulness, she found him
squeezed in among a number of other children at the penitent-form. He
had, unasked, made his way there, and was weeping and confessing his sins
with all his heart.

Needless to say, he was faithfully dealt with, and the boy, now our
beloved General, dates his conversion from that moment. A little later
Mrs. Booth wrote of him:--

'Willie has begun to serve God, of course as a child, but still, I trust,