Morning journal and courier., 1882-08-25
The Salvation Army Ten Years Ago.
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 From the London Daily News.l
 It was cold day, and, in our journey dong the Whitechapel road, the society of he pavement anything but select. In front ,f building just ahead is company sing ng hymn, it is to be assumed, to rollic king une. So many remarkable faces in so small group had never met with before. Some # them were studies beyond caricature Most had 8 light upon them, but whether 5his came of sincere feeling or was but the dare of confirmed hypocrisy it needed an acquaintance to decide, The preliminary pro ,eedings ended, the officiating pany betook themselves inside the building, which had outside appearance like fire engine shed [ made one of the queue following. In point of fact I had reached my destination, being attracted by previous announcement that 'No-sect Lovefeast" would be held in that quarter on that day; We entered large salleried hall, in which. up stairs and down, tbout seven hundred people might have found seats, and time wore on the place became fairly full. One was struck with the curious predatory phrases the members of Fhis''No sect'' congregation used in address men, and the rougher the type the more fre- Iuent the phrase, Bless thy 'eart, Dick, we hall have a grand meetin'" ''Lord love you, how are you?'' s'Hallelujah, sister 70 These were samples of what one overheard from afar and near. One mans greeting to
 
 the hands and certainly with not unhappy expression of countenance, "We shall meet beyond the river.'' Some other words were sung, and then the two men joined in re- frain while shaking hands.
 The proceedings opened in not altogeth- CT pleasant manner. They were unofficially begun by ''converted collier" at nlurderous pitch of voice. Not content with leading off the refrain of hymn 8 great many times, he suddenly dropped on his knees and roared above the heads of the yet singing multi tude: ''Send the glory! Shake the place 20 His vagaries were cut short, however, by a tall, shy looking man, in the garb of min i-ter, who began another hymn, and at the end of the first verse raised his hands, and, obtaining silence, began to pray in a thought full and incomparably more decorous manner. Afterward, while grace was being sung, plates of plupncake were handed about Small, indeed, were the portions of the edi ble, being each about the size of thimble. A northern Banter, of the old fashioned type, would have turned up his nose at the sight of such bits, and have wondered what Methodlsm was coming to. The great lunches of seed bread passed about in bask- at Yorkshire love feast is verify a sight for hungry wayfarer. Pots of water fol- lowed, and, lastly, collection plate. After another grace had been sung the quiet look ing man wearing a white neckcloth announc- ed that two minutes would be allowed to each speaker, and that if there were any skeptics present they were to get up and say what the devil was doing for them-a rally received with great good humor by the audience.
 Speakers followed in sharp succession, among them navvy mariner and another who had, to use.. This own words, been alto gether in one "a wife beater, drunkard, a swearer, liar, and guilty of everything 'cept murder''-a saving clause which ap- peared judiciously inserted considering the presence of police officer standing with his back to the wall near the door. The best re- ceived "experiences'' were those embodying incidents of humorous character, as when one speaker told of Christian old woman of his acquaintance who said that she had caught 8 cold and lost her voice. and could not "sing to Jesus'' as she had been doing, add ing, "But, bless the Lord, I can blow it in- side." The same old woman, on being asked by infidel what she thought of the passage in the Bible where it said that Peter cut off the ear of the high priests servant, replied, Only cut of his ear2 I'd ha' cut off his head." The chief speaker on the occasion was introduced as "Old Bendy," who, having mauled for the devil so long," was then ''mauling for Jesus;" and who, having fought for the belt," was then lighting for the crown" Then up rose one's old friend, the ex-champion prize- fighter of these realms, Bendigo, to wit gray-whiskered, spectaoled old man, as straight as larch in build, whose cheery, de- termined face evoked unbouaded enthusiasm