The morning journal-courier., 1908-01-22

your part in coming here in such numbers to hear me. l appreciate especially the words of Dr. Chapman when he spoke of my dear mother and father. I remember now my moth CT taking me by the hand when l was a little girl and telling me that she would rather have me at once in my little coffin, with the flowers atop it. than not to live life consecrated to the work of Christ. The example of my father stands before me like a star in the heavens. 1 appreciate Dr. Chapman's kind words about myself but think his kind heart. for which he is known the country over has led him too far"
 T hope you who hear me will re- member this afternoon not for having seen and heard me. but for the mes sage that He may give me to tell you. My topic is The Grand March Past. and 1 take this verse for my text: And the armies which were in heaven followed Him on white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean and He went first" He-that great general: that great leader, the great pioneer, friends, went in front and His clothes were dipped in blood
 Miss Booth said she thought per haps the book of Revelation appealed to her a little more than some of l. the other books of the Bible because of her artistic temperament. She liked the vitality of life, the colors and the pictorial manner of vision. In the text she could see plainly the picture described It was such a scene as is so common in all our cities. It was a parade. Somehow there is something in the rattle of drums and the march of feet in unison that stirs the blood of every one and we are willing to stand on the street corners for hours, if only to watch a few pass by in a parade. Perhaps it is the similarity of trade of soldiers, the shoulder squared to shoulder. the brilliancy of attire. the sheen of the blades and the gleam of guns.
 We say They are brave hearted men. They march away to the war. kissing, perhaps, the mother or the sweetheart and untwining the little arms of the only child from their necks to turn to the indescribable hor- TOTS of battle, to scorch, to freeze, to be shattered by shot. all In righteous warfare for the defense of our eoun- try and our flag" Miss Booth waxed up to height of oratory as she got to this place in her story.
 ''Then there is the other side of the story-the return home with the ranks thinned by the ravages of war, with Those who went away young men, come back bent over and hobblng A woman darts out from the admrlng crowds She kisses her boys face. It is his mother. Men shout out their voices in praise. the ladies tear off their mantles to swing them at arm s length in a perfect frenzy. Ii Is the victorious homecoming"
 And can we, from this sort of pic ture," asked Miss Booth, gain any sort of an idea of the great home coming in heaven, when those who have fought life's ten thousand battles return. when the golden highways are blocked and the parapets are crowded with the dear ones that have gone be- fore: when the gate-keeper sounds the signal of their approach to the angels on the wing and the harps are struck; when arches of flowers of imperishable bloom are erected to the conquerors. the more than conquerors?"
 Some one of you asks me, How many are they?' Some one says oh. but the armies of the Lord are so