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THE LIFE 
 
 OF 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 rv BLANCHE J. READ. 
 
 " / am ready for Earth or Ileavoi.' 
 
 TORONTO : 
 Salvation Army PRiNTim; and PunLisniNo Housb. 
 

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 CONTENTS. 
 
 ITAPTKR I. 
 
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 II. 
 
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 PRKIAl.i:. 
 
 — A Goodly Heritage. 
 —Call to the Work 
 — First Day's Service. 
 -Went to Tarshish. 
 —Under Orders Again. 
 —Editor and Writer. 
 - Editor and Writer. 
 
 -Home Life. 
 
 -Newfoundland. 
 
 -Newfoundland. 
 
 North-West. 
 
 •Warfare and Suftering. 
 
 Nearing the Homeland. 
 
 Home at Last. 
 
 Funeral. 
 
 Memorials. 
 
 ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 Froniisi'ikck. — Photo 
 Picture of Resting Place, also Memorial Song and Music, 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 My story is told — simply, and I fear imperfectly — 
 but if this perpetuation of my now sainted husband's 
 memory proves a stimulus to his comrades in the holy 
 warfare, and an incentive to more devoted service, and 
 inspires other readers to more fully consecrate their 
 lives to the Lord, I shall feel that the two purposes 
 which actuated me in attempting to write his biography 
 have been realized. 
 
 " Biography," Horace Mann says, " especially of the 
 good, who have risen to positions of usefulness, is an 
 enobling study. Its direct tendency is to reproduce 
 the excellencies it records." 
 
 My pen has traced no sentence that is intended to 
 convey the impression that John Read reached the 
 acme of perfection. His was a very human life filled 
 with smiles and tears, joys and sorrows, victories and 
 defeats, successes and disappointments. He was not 
 always understood, but he was beloved by a multitude 
 in all ranks. He was naturally very impulsive, and 
 through this trait doubtless sometimes made mistakes, 
 which no one regretted more than himself; but he 
 loved God, and was devoted to the highest interests of 
 humanity. He was fully alive to the privileges of his 
 high calling in Christ Jesus. He had an ideal charac- 
 ter to which he ever strove to attain. The standard of 
 right was the rule of his life, and with unswerving 
 fidelity to principle, he fearlessly did his duty to his God 
 and his fellow-men. His life is one more evidence of 
 what determination and ambition consecrated to a 
 noble purpose can accomplish. 
 
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 VI. 
 
 PRKKACE. 
 
 In the early days of his Ciiristian experience he 
 shrank from approachinpf people personally upon 
 questions relating to their spiritual welfare. Perhaps 
 because his kind heart did not care to wound or inflict 
 pain. Rut I have heard him speak in terms of deepest 
 gratitude of the Army leader who faithfully counselled 
 him upon this subject, and concluded his remarks with 
 the forceful and expressive truth, " Always remember 
 charity and rebuke go hand-in-hand." How thoroughly 
 he learned this those who knew him can testify, 
 for he lovingly and faithfully dealt with all whom he 
 met, and fearlessly upheld the Cross anywhere and 
 everywhere. 
 
 None of the hundreds of sympathetic letters that 
 have come to me since he went Home have brought 
 more comfort on their white wings than those which 
 have gratefully acknowledged his faithfulness in this 
 direction. He was retiring in his disposition, but he 
 so succeeded in mastering his diffidence, that for 
 years I have never known him shrink from any 
 duty however distasteful or irksome. " He was in- 
 domitable, invincible," said a clergyman, lately, in 
 speaking of his earnest life. 
 
 Naturally I shrank from drawing aside the veil from 
 our home life. I have asked my own heart many 
 times, " Why should I give to the public of the sacred 
 treasures that are exclusively ours?" I voiced this 
 query to a friend the other day, and the answer satis- 
 fied me : " You both gave yourself to God and the 
 War, and the giving of this is nothing more." I feel 
 in doing so also I but speak of lives typical of thou- 
 sands among the Army's officers to-day. A larger 
 volume than the present one might be written from 
 his diaries, but I have merely copied brief extracts 
 from these carefully preserved accounts of fifteen years, 
 chiefly those which refer to the War, our home life, 
 and his soul-experience. I would fain have erased all 
 personal references in transcribing these records, but 
 
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 could not so have faithfully (icj)ictccl the spirit and 
 character of his affectionate heart. 
 
 Doubtless the crucible of pain through which John 
 Read passed, and his enforced isolation from the 
 liattle's front, had its effect upon his soul, refinin^^ and 
 purifyinj^ it, burnishint; it more rapidly for its eternal 
 shining, and preparint^ it in affliction's "hot fire" that 
 the Master miLjht (juickly see His own ima^e reflected, 
 for I found W the front leaf of his beloved liible the 
 following toucning lines : 
 
 " Sickness, thou ante-chamber 
 
 Of heaven — approach to God, 
 Ladder by which a lamber 
 
 From earth — our 1 a her's rod ! 
 Welcome, since then 'lost brinjj me 
 
 Ambassadors of love. 
 Angelic sonfjF ■ sing me 
 
 Fresh fro-n my Ilon^e aV .e." 
 
 Surely Jolvn Read learn .d the lesson, "lie only 
 knoweth how to .serve who knoweth how to wait." 
 
 lie was disappointed in his pa.isionate desire for life, 
 and was in his youn^^ manhood promoted in the midst 
 of his usefulness to hii][her service. 
 
 French history relates an incident of an officer 
 whose name was called in the general roll-call for a 
 year and a day after his decease, that his comrades 
 might have the privilege of standing in line, and with 
 bared heads responding, " lie died at his post ! " The 
 mention of his name and the memory of his courage 
 stirred every soldier's heart with a throb of determina- 
 tion to follow his brave example. May it be so as the 
 name of the subject of this sketch is uttered. 
 
 With a fervent prayer that while he rests from his 
 labors "his works" in the lives of many "may follow 
 him," this little volume, consecrated by the tears and 
 prayers of one who " sorrows not as those without 
 hope," is sent forth. 
 
 Blanche J. Read. 
 
CHAPTER I. 
 
 A GOODLY HERITAGE. 
 
 •• Nothing fails of its end. Out of sight sinks the stone. 
 In the deep sea of time, hut the circles sweep on, 
 Till the low-rippUd murmurs along the shores run. 
 And the dark and dead waters leap glad in the sun." 
 
 —J. G. WfllTTIKR, 
 
 The crashing of the rolling thunder as it rumbles 
 across the midnight sky may seem a [)o\verful force of 
 nature, but a thousandfold greater is the gentle li<dit 
 which travels with inconceivable rapidity, dispenung 
 the darkness, touching all nature with glorious beauty 
 and rich fertility. 
 
 Silently, softly, the snowy flakes fall upon mountain, 
 prairie and field ; no sound stirs the peaceful stillness 
 of their passage from the frosty world above ; a <e\v 
 short hours and village, city and hamlet are clothed in 
 a fleecy mantle upon which glisten a million starry 
 diamonds, but in town and country commerce and 
 traffic are at a st aidstill. The powerful agencies of 
 electricity and -team have met a greater force in 
 the spotless snow-mountains which blockade valley 
 railway and public thoroughfare. ' 
 
 Mighty and far-reaching as is the fiery eUuiuence 
 poured forth from pulpit and platform, still greater is 
 the influence e.xercisiMl by the character of the conse- 
 crated father and mother in the sacred precints of the 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 home circle. Who can estimate how 'ide and deep 
 and broad is the influence eminating froin the lives of 
 godly and holy parents ? 
 
 It is as the aroma of the valley lily, every fragrant 
 breath bearing sweet memories of the shady seclusion 
 of the home dell. 
 
 If John Read had been asked at any period of his 
 history what had most effected the moulding of his 
 life or the creating of a standard of ideal Christian 
 manhood in his mind, he would, without hesitancy, 
 have replied, "The consistency I witnessed in the 
 home of my childhood." 
 
 He was born on April i8th, 1862, at the quaint town 
 of Romso/, Hampshire, in the South of England, in 
 the charming house which for nearly fifty years was 
 the family homestead. His father had taken Mrs. 
 Read to Willow Cottage as a bride and here the six 
 sons and one daughter were born and trained, and 
 from Willow Cottage the sons in turn went out to take 
 their places in life's arena. 
 
 John's boyhood days were sheltered by all the 
 elevating influences and environments of a Christian 
 home. His first recollections were of the prayer lisped 
 at his mother's knee in the fading twilight, and of 
 trotting off to the infant class in the Sunday School 
 which was held in a building some distance from the 
 church edifice proper. 
 
 From the school the short-frocked little troup used 
 to march to the church to attend the regular Sabbath 
 service. A later memory was of the time his sister, to 
 whom he was devotedly attached, and himself com- 
 menced to climb the educational ladder at a private 
 school managed by Dame Redman. He was very full 
 of fun in those days and showed a vivacity equal to 
 any of his playmates. 
 
 This trait in his disposition manifested itself in after 
 years in the free, happy style in which he conducted 
 
A (JOODLY IIERITAGK 
 
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 his loved Army meetings and the bouyancy of spirit 
 which rarely failed under any circumstances. 
 
 But in the boyhood days his merry heart led him 
 into many mischievous pranks and when under a 
 master at a boys' school subjected him to severe 
 punishment as his tutor did not believe in " sparine; 
 the rod." 
 
 Gliding past the garden at Willow Cottage was a 
 little river, not very deep, not very swift in its current, 
 but a certain amount of danger attended a child's 
 immersion in its waters. 
 
 Into this stream it was the youthful John's fortune 
 (or misfortune) to be unceremoniously precipitated on 
 more than one occasion, when daringly, and in dis- 
 obedience to orders, he tried to walk the narrow stone 
 wall which divided the river from the garden. 
 
 So the days of childhood {)assed, happy, care-free 
 days, filled with boyish sport and books five days a 
 week, helping mother and driving the favorite horse 
 •• Polly " on the sixth, and attending Sabbath school 
 and church with the other members of the family on 
 the seventh. 
 
 John was a ready scholar, and when about fourteen 
 years of age he decided to become a teacher. lie 
 signed articles binding him to five years pupil teaching, 
 and during those years worked hard at his dual 
 occupation — teaching and studying. 
 
 It seemed strange that in all his examinations John 
 creditably passed in every subject but one. This 
 debarred him from entering college at that time, as 
 was his wish and purpose. A little later he entered 
 the civil service preparatory classes, with the intention 
 of being fitted for a position in the excise service 
 under government, lie devoted twenty-four hours a 
 week to these studies, in addition to his school duties, 
 but met with the old disaj)pointment — failure in one 
 subject — though he had a splendid record in all the 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 others, as his carefully preserved examination papers 
 show. 
 
 He always said, after becoming an Army officer, that 
 even in this circumstance a Divine Providence inter- 
 vened, and that, in thus disappointing the ambitic ns of 
 his early manhood, God was equipping him for a higher 
 and more important life-service — the service of the 
 Cross. 
 
 The first definite religious impression made upon 
 John Read's mind was at an Anniversary Service in 
 the Sabbath School, as the children sang as a re- 
 sponsive exercise the hymn, " Whither, jjilgrims, are 
 you going ?" Perhaps it was because he took part in 
 the answer to this song question " We are going on a 
 journey, going at our King's command," that he was so 
 deeply touched, for it seems that impulses and desires 
 after a higher life were created that night which were 
 never obliterated ; and he could never, in maturer 
 years, listen to the old hymn without the tears welling 
 up in his eyes. 
 
 The spiritual atmosphere of his home deepened 
 these desires, and in his early teens he united with the 
 church, and at nineteen took charge of a class of 
 twelve boys. But he always felt that his Christian 
 experience was not what his heart craved, and his 
 Sunday School teaching was not the delight it should 
 have been. 
 
 John was passionately fond of his mother, and his 
 father's character made a deep and lasting impression 
 upon his life. On one occasion when John was quite 
 a little fellow, Mr. Read took him for a walk down a 
 country road on the outskirts of their pretty town. As 
 they passed along, the father paused at a turnstile gate 
 and, turning to his son, he said : "Johnny, my boy, 
 that is the place where your father started in life. I 
 was a young lad of seventeen, and had just left home 
 to seek my fortune in the world. I had not much 
 money to commence life with, but I made up my mind 
 
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A GOODLY HERITAGE. 
 
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 to be a Christian, and right by that turnstile I knelt 
 all alone and gave my heart to God," 
 
 This occurrence was indelibly stamped upon John's 
 mind, and in after years he has often told the story 
 amid breathless silence and falling tears with much 
 benefit to his hearers. 
 
 The Lord prospered John Read, Senior, and blessed 
 him in every way. He became a Sabbath school 
 teacher and active Christian worker, and for forty 
 years, scarcely mi .sing a Sunday, he taught his Bible 
 class, his six sons in turn benefiting by his training. 
 One became a missionary to West Central Africa, 
 another an Army Officer, and the other four are Chris- 
 tian men. Hundreds of young men scattered in all 
 parts of the world look back to Mr. Read's faithfulness 
 to them in the old Rible class days. When too feeble 
 to longer walk to the church his young men came to 
 Willow Cottage to be instructed. 
 
 " Godliness is profitable in all things," and God 
 blessed Mr. Read temporally, for when he passed 
 away he left his wife and daughter in very comfortable 
 circumstances. His name was honored and respected 
 in business circles and beloved in the Church of God. 
 
 As his funeral cortege moved through the streets of 
 the town where he had lived a consistent, upright life 
 for nearly fifty years, it passed by closed stores and 
 drawn blinds, which evidenced the high esteem in 
 which he was held by his fellow-citizens. 
 
 When his Army son visited England in 1895, Mr. 
 Read's health was rapidly failing. He talked earnestly 
 to his youngest boy, and in bidding him what proved 
 to be a final farewell until they met in the Homeland 
 a few months ago, he said, "John, read and study care- 
 fully the thirty-seventh rsalm." 
 
 Less than a year afterward, one bright summer 
 evening, Mr. and Mrs. Read were driving slowly home 
 from a little farm of theirs situated some distance 
 from Romsey. 'Twas a brilliant, a lovely sunset, and 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 as they drove towards it Mr. Read remarked upon its 
 beauty, and added, pointing in its direction, " How 
 wonderful to be beyond that!'' little thinking how 
 soon he should taste all the glories of the landWhere 
 there is no need of the sun for the Lamb is Himself 
 fh*- Lit^dit thereof. 
 
 " How earnestly dear Dad prayed for ever)()ne at 
 the family altar that nic^^ht ! " wrote his daughter Liz/ie. 
 " He especially pleaded for a blessing upon the absent 
 ones, dear Frank and Annie in Africa, and John and 
 lilanchc in Canada. I never heard him pray more 
 
 Tit" 
 
 lervenLi)'. 
 
 The following morning about six o'clock he made 
 some trivial remark to Airs. Read as she was about to 
 rise, kissing her simultaneously. She felt his arm drop 
 heavily, and, turning towards him anxiously, found 
 that his spirit had suddenly, without a tremo' pang or 
 fear, gone out into the great beyond — 
 
 " Where the sun never sets, nor the leaves never fade, 
 In that beautiful City of gold." 
 
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 CALL TO TIIK WORK. 
 
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 CHAPTER II. 
 
 CALL TO THE WORK. 
 
 •• 'r!iouffk all the world oppose m. 
 
 Vet we will never fear. 
 With fesus as our Leader^ 
 
 His presence ever near : 
 A wall of fire about us, 
 
 A living pojver within, 
 Constraining love to seek the lost 
 
 PVom misery and sin.^^ 
 
 It was a curious p(xster, painted in startlin'T colors, 
 that arrested John Read's attention as it flashed from 
 a shop window in his native town. It bore the extra- 
 ordinary and fantastic hcacHng : "Blood and Fire, 
 Bombardment of the Devil's kingdom." Me hastened 
 home with the wonderful news of this new " Army " 
 that was going to " Open Fire " on the market place 
 the following Sunday. 
 
 A War Cry had occasionally found its way into 
 their household, so Mr. Read's family were not unpre- 
 pared to be interested in the new movement which 
 was making such a sensation throughout England and 
 in many parts of the world at that time. 
 
 John therefore made up his mind to be present at 
 the " Bombardment," Sunday morning found him 
 one of the great crowd that thronged the [)lace of 
 rendezvous. Doubtless various motives had prom[)ted 
 their gathering together to see this peculiar contingent 
 of warriors. 
 
 John was hardly prejjared for what he saw — only 
 two little lassies plainly clad in the blue costume of 
 the Army, iw the midst of hundreds of astonished on- 
 lookers. The two girls— Captain and Lieutenant — ■ 
 
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 JOHN KKAD. 
 
 stepped out before the lari^e monument, and one of 
 them modestly lined out the song to the strains of 
 which the tri-colored flag has been unfurled in over 
 forty nations : 
 
 " We are bound /or the land of the pure and the holy, 
 The home of the happy, the Kingdom of love. 
 Ye wanderers from God on the hroad way of folly, 
 Oh ! say will you go to the Eden above ? " 
 
 After an interesting open-air service, unicjue in its 
 simplicity, the " lassies " marched to their hall, followed 
 by a heterogeneous crowd — religious and irreligious, 
 sober and intoxicated, well dressed and poorly clad — 
 all pressing eagerly upon them to see what strange 
 thing would happen. 
 
 The Christian community of Romsey was aroused 
 by the marvellous transformation in the lives of some 
 of their townspeople which followed the advent of the 
 Salvation Army in their midst. 
 
 Another section of the population also was stirred 
 greatly — but in quite a different way. Those citizens 
 whose business was suffering through the change that 
 had taken place in some of their old customers were 
 thoroughly disturbed. A systematic persecution of 
 the Army workers was instituted, and the brave band 
 of soldiers were subjected to all manner of indignity 
 and injustice. Oftentimes when they reached the old 
 Wesleyan church, used by them as a barracks, they 
 were bruised and ble^eding from the effects of the mis- 
 sils that had been hurled at their strugiding procession. 
 
 These experiences were not peculiar to Romsey, for 
 in the Army's early history in many countries it was 
 not unusual for these warriors of the Cross to suffer 
 every imaginable persecution, even to imprisonment, 
 for their ultra-measures in proclaiming the Gospel of 
 Christ. Happily, sixteen years have made great 
 changes, and the work is better understood and appre- 
 ciated alike by peoples and Governments the world 
 over. The eiTect of these outrages upon John Read 
 
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CALL TO THE WORK. 
 
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 was just the effect one would anticipate being produced 
 upon a warm-hearted, enthusiastic young man who 
 was striving to be a C'iiristian. lie was first of all 
 ashamed of the little self-sacrifice in his own profession, 
 and secondly, indignant as he witnessed the patient 
 suffering of the Army converts. The sympathies of 
 his family also were enlisted, and often the little corn- 
 pan}' found shelter in Willow Cottage, which was but 
 a short distance from their barracks. 
 
 In an accoimt of his own life John tells us that on 
 one occasion the march was just entering the hall after 
 a stormy open-air, when some malicious person flung 
 a bag of blood among the heroic little band. The 
 peoi)le were filled with consternation on seeing their 
 ghastly condition, thinking some of the Salvationists 
 were mortally injured. The soldiers took refuge, how- 
 ever, in Mr. Read's hospitable home, and bravely re- 
 turned to their meeting after removing the traces of 
 the cowardly attack. 
 
 It was a surprise to many when John went to the 
 penitent-form. For some time the whole trend of his 
 desires had been to live a life consistent with his posi- 
 tion as a member of a church and a Sabbath school 
 teacher, but he knew nothing experimentally of the 
 change in which the individual soul becomes a " new 
 creature in Jesus Christ, when old things pass away 
 and all things become new." A great yearning took 
 possession of his spirit to experience the power of this 
 alive, separating Christianity, this courage to give up 
 all as taught and exemjjlified by the Army, and 
 directly under the influence of some searching truth 
 spoken by Lieutenant (Happy Polly) Tryell — after- 
 wards Mrs. Ensign Hall, who was promoted to heaven 
 in October, 1898 — he decided to take the step which 
 meant so much to his future life. Writing of this time 
 he says : 
 
 "IheNew Year's walch-niglit service, 1883, was the meeting in 
 which I gave myself fully up to God, and I shall never forget it. The 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 building was full of men and women who had just come from the saloon 
 primed with liquor, and many of them even had bottles with them from 
 which th?y occasionally drank. It was a motley crew. I shall never 
 forget how earnestly the Captain dealt with the crowd of sinners who 
 filled the building. The tolling of the church bells with the passing of 
 the old year, added to the solemnity of the occasion, and there amid 
 all this hub-bub of cursing and swearing and confusion, I let myself 
 drop into God's hands, to be His entirely, through joy or sorrow, pain 
 or loss, to be true to death." 
 
 The Army offered fresh avenues of usefuhiess to 
 him. He was so constrained by the growing convic- 
 tion in his heart that this was God's way for him, that 
 in less than half a year he withdrew from the church 
 and became a soldier in the l(jcal corps. 
 
 From the copy of the letter written the deacons of 
 the Congregational Church at that time I give the 
 following extracts : 
 
 " After many months of earnest prayer to God, that He may direct 
 me in this great mattei, I am now writing to tell you that it is my in- 
 tention to leave the Abbey chapel 
 
 " It was through the instrumentality of the Salvation Army that I was 
 brought to the feet of Jesus. ... I know there is plenty of work 
 to be done for the Master everywhere, but God seems to be telling me 
 to cast in my lot with the Salvation Army, and I believe He wants to 
 use me in this special work 
 
 " Let me assure you that it is not for my own interests that I am 
 taking this great step, but for the sole purpose of doing all I can to 
 spread the glorious news of Christ's salvation. May God abundantly 
 bless your dear church, prosper your cause and fill each member of your 
 church with His Holy Spirit." 
 
 A short time afterwards he heard the voice of God 
 calling him to the work of officership, and when the 
 Major of Hant's Division, Lieut.-Colonel Margetts, 
 visited his home he conversed with him upon the 
 subject. He also went down to Portsmouth to attend 
 a meeting of the General's, hoping to have an oppor- 
 tunity of asking his advice. The Romsey train 
 unfortunately left before the close of the meeting, so 
 he was disappointed. He therefore wrote to the 
 General. Among his carefully kept papers I found a 
 copy of this letter : 
 
CALL TO TIIK WORK. 
 
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 "WiM.OW COTTAC.K, 
 
 "RoMSEY, Hants, July, i88j. 
 *' Dear Genkrai. Boorn, — 
 
 " I have for some months jast been on the point of writini; to 
 you, but somehow or other I could not muster up sufficient courajje. 
 Hut now I feel that I cannot contain my pent-up feelings any longer, 
 and have therefore resolved to open my heart to you. 
 
 "I live at Romsey, a small town in Hampshire. Al^out eight 
 months ago a detachment of the Salvation Army opened fire here. 
 Since being stationed in this town they have suffered much i)crsecution 
 at the hands of various classes of people ; but they have, thivjugh (iod's 
 preservation, conic ofT victorious through all, as was seen in the open- 
 air march last Sunday, there being no less than 107 true Salvation 
 Soldiers in the ranks, which is a credit to such a small place, and shows 
 how the Spirit of God has moved among the people. . . . 
 
 " Dear General, I feel, and have felt for several months past, that 
 God is calling me to work and cast in my lot with the Salvation Army. 
 1 have many times prayed about it, and feel that God is calling me to 
 this special work I want to do something for the Master, however 
 little, and this is why I am writing to you asking your advice as to my 
 Ijecoming a Salvation Army Officer. 
 
 " May God bless you is the earnest prayer of your sincere brother in 
 Christ. 
 
 "John Rkad, Jr." 
 
 In September of the same year he and another 
 soldier farewelled for the Traininfj Home. It was a 
 great event in those days for a young man or woman 
 to leave home for the work of the Army. It was a 
 new untrodden path and meant that severe hardship 
 would have to be endured, persecution, misrepresenta- 
 tion, often calumny of all descriptions encountered. 
 But the ardent young soldier's heart was all aglow 
 with iiis new found love and set on fire with a passion 
 for lost souls and nothing could deter him from his 
 purpose. Kis father and mother seemed to have had 
 prophetic instincts, and by the eye of faith have seen 
 the possibilities of a useful career before their boy, for 
 they sent him out into his chosen sphere with their 
 consent and blessing. 
 
20 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 CIIAPTKR III. 
 
 FIRST day's service. 
 
 ** /esus calls me ; I am going 
 
 Where He opens up the way. 
 To the war Against sin and Satan, 
 
 Shrinking not a single day. 
 All my heart 1 give Thee, 
 
 Day by day, come what may. 
 All my life I give Thee 
 
 Dying men to save." 
 
 "Saturday, Sept. 8, 1883. — Came into the Training Home, 
 Clapton, bless the Lord ! Went to free-and-easy in Cone;ress Hall. 
 Mrs. Booth at Congress." 
 
 This is the entry in his diary on the occasion of this 
 new era in Jolm's history. There is no word men- 
 tioned there of that which comes out in some of his 
 other writings of the home-sickness which drove sleep 
 from his eyes that first night in Clapton. His first 
 duty came with the early bell the following morning 
 when he was summoned on parade with about a 
 hundred Cadets, 
 
 The) were rough days for the Army in its London 
 open-air fighting. Cadet Read refers to some trying 
 experiences but he had not quite so frequent 
 encounters as many of the cadets as he was soon 
 appointed sergeant and assistant schoolmaster, and 
 therefore, spent much time in the schoolroom. But 
 he tells of the War Crys being torn to shreds in his 
 
FIRST DAY'S SERVICE. 
 
 21 
 
 hands, and some interesting (?) exploits " down 
 White Chapel way." 
 
 Quoting again from his diaries so faithfully kept for 
 fifteen years, he says : 
 
 " pRlRAy, Sept. 14. — fVar Cry selling. Had a hit on knuckles. 
 Great holiness meeting led by Major Howard." 
 
 Shortly after John entered the Training Home an 
 interesting event took place in Mr. Read's family. 
 
 Frank, who was engaged in a law office at Romsey, 
 decided to migrate to Caneida and complete his legal 
 studies there. He called to see his cadet brother at 
 Congress Hall, en route to Liverpool. While John 
 was showing him through the various apartments they 
 paused a moment in the bootroom. Cadet Read 
 suggested offering a little parting petition. 
 
 Frank gladly acquiessed, and in that tiny prayer 
 meeting gave himself up to His Heavenly Father's 
 will with a determination to seek His guidance and 
 follow His Spirit's teaching. 
 
 They separated that evening by affectionately em- 
 bracing under the electric light on the Strand, John 
 returning to Clapton, Frank going to Canada. This 
 step proved to be a crisis in his career for sometime 
 after arriving in Canada he entered the Montreal 
 Congregational College, took a theological course and, 
 having decided to become a missionary, he also 
 studied three years in medicine, was ordainctl, married 
 Miss Annie VVilliams, Graduate and Gold Medalist of 
 McGill University, Montreal, and for seven years has 
 with his dear wife been tDiling in West Central Africa. 
 Their labors have been much blessed in bringing the 
 Africans to Jesus. John notes his brother's conversion 
 in his journal. 
 
 "Tuesday, Sept. 25. — Frank saved in the bootroom of the S. A 
 Training Home Barracks at Clapton when he came to see me before 
 going to America." 
 
 After his brother's promotion to heaven Frank 
 
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t2 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 wrote f)f this time, and as tlu; letter ^ives a !:;limpse 
 into the beautiful relationship existing bei'veen the 
 two brothers, I quote freely from it : 
 
 "Amfkican Mission, 
 
 •'c/o Casa Hollandega, 
 
 " Bknguki.i.a, W. Africa, 
 
 " Novcml)cr 25lh, 1S98. 
 "Our Dkar Sistkr Bi.anciik,— 
 
 "The sad news has just reached us here in our far-ofT African 
 home, and while we sorrow, not witliout hojie, hut rather rejoice that 
 dear Johnnie is " present with the Lord," our hearts arc very heavy 
 with sorrow for you first of all, and we pray that the Father of all 
 mercies and Ood of all comHjrt will comfort you in all your tribulation, 
 and he indeed a father to the fatherless and a hushand to the widow. I 
 have many things to say ',jt little time to say them in, and as the 
 blessed words of oui Father and Saviour have the true halm of healing 
 I comfort you first with these words, * For if we believe that Jesus died 
 and rose again, even so them also that sleep with Jesus will God bring 
 with Him.' 'I am the Resurrection and the Life, he that believeth in 
 Me, though he were dead yet shall he live.' I know you will already 
 have found groat comfort in (lod's Word, and that the morning joy 
 may be already dawning alter the night of wcei)ing. You will have 
 found comfort in memory of the blessed dead, and what he has been to 
 you and you to him in your hajipy and devoted marriage life. You will 
 have also found great comfort and joy, solemn joy, in the universal 
 testimony of all who knew Johnnie as a man wholly consecrated to the 
 Lord and his fellow-men, as a man ' after God's own heart,' and one 
 ' without guile,' as one who ever ' went about doing good,' as one whom 
 ' to live was Christ,' as one who knew nothing but 'Christ crucified,' 
 and it is as one who wishes to add yet another testimony that I write in 
 the hope of increasing your comfort however little. I write as his 
 brother who loved him very deeply. VVe were as a David, a Jnhnathan, 
 I write with a heovy heart though a rejoicing one. I write as one who 
 h.is always been stimulated and encouraged by his Christian example. 
 We began to think seriously about the li!e which is to come about the 
 same time, and we were brought to the Saviour by ditTerent ways not 
 long after. How he haci o 'tstripped us all in the race ! Before his 
 conversion, and while he was in a state of unrest I wished very much to 
 talk to him seriously about some things I knew were troubling him, but 
 could not find courage to do so, because I, myself, was not a Christian. 
 I, however, was more anxious for him than for myself, and wrote to him 
 all that was in my heart. The eflfect of that letter was a very tender 
 experience between us that nobody but ourselves ever knew. I have 
 often thanked God that I took the step I did in unburdening myself to 
 Johnnie at that time, for I believe it was the definite halt liefore the 
 turning rouml and entering the Kingdom. Then came his conversion 
 and consecration to the Army work, and it was when I visited him at 
 
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 1 
 
FIRST nA^•'S SFRVICK. 
 
 n 
 
 the Traininr Home before leaving England for Canada that our lives 
 touched and our hearts Mended together again in a second of those 
 experiences which mark for eternity. It was there in conversation with 
 him that I definitely committed myself to the Lord to confess him 
 before men. VVe met again, as you know, later on in Canada, when he 
 came over with the intention of joining me in study with a view to enter 
 the ministry. He could not, however, keep out of ihe work that was 
 dearest to liis heart, and returned to his first love. I felt a little dis- 
 appointed at first because I knew he wouUl have developed into a very 
 useful and influential minister in our own denomination, and then I felt 
 I nesded his companionshij) too, but the Lord's ways are not our ways. 
 
 " I speak again of a third of those experiences I hp e referred to of 
 which the world knows nothing, and in which dear Johnnie and I were 
 not alone, but in which you shared as his wife, and Annie as mine. I 
 refer, of course, to our brief sojourn with you after our marriage. We 
 cherish the memory of that time and often think of it. Annie never 
 refers to it but as a blessing which she rejoices over and is the richer 
 for, I need not say that our com-mmio.'' at that time was strengthening 
 to me as well, and I was thank. '.il to (iod for such a brother and also 
 for the dear wife he had found. I rejoice .n you nd in your work. Our 
 communication with each other hcj, not been verj freciuent since, except 
 at the Throne of Grace, where we have perpetually remembered each 
 other and each other's work, but the influence of your self-denying, 
 strenuous life has been with us as an influence and encouragement. 
 And now my well-beloved brother and your dear husband is only a 
 memory to us, but a very blessed one indeed. 
 
 " From what I have said you may understand better why my soul 
 was kin to his soul in no ordinary way, and why I think what I have 
 said may be used of the Lord to further comfort you. 
 
 "I have spoken of my personal relation to him, but his life was a 
 blessing to our family circle also. His brothers and sister were enriched 
 and strengthened by his example. We all admired him, while we loved 
 him, and felt how far beyond us all he was in consecrated devotion to 
 his Master. His death has begotten in us all a longing to l)e more like 
 him — a dissatisfaction with our Christian attainments and any aims 
 that may hinder our growth in <;race, and a desire never deeper than 
 now, that our lives may be ' hid with Christ in Cod.' This I know 
 from my brothers' letters to me." 
 
 expcrieiKe 
 
 A^ain reverting' to Cadet Read's T. II. 
 from his diary : 
 
 Monday, Oct. 22 — Cireat thanksgiving meeting at F,xcter Hall on 
 account of Miss Bootli's (Le Marechale) release from prison. All the 
 cadets were present. We started at 9 a.m. and got back at it. 30 p.m. 
 
 Sai'URDAY, Nov 10. — Up at six. .Scrubbed the main passage with 
 Barker, Hell and Nunnham. Did not go out this afternoon. Wrote a 
 long letter to Frank (America). I went to L.iyton with the Sixth Com- 
 pany. Very rough, two men locked up. Home at lo 15. Still trust- 
 ing in Jesus. 
 
24 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 TuKSUAY, Nov. 20, 1883.— Good meeting to-night. No souls, but 
 great conviction. Had a letter from home with ten shillings in stamps. 
 
 Thursday, Nov 22, 1883. — Came to Penge as special from Train- 
 ing Home. Went to the meeting at Sydenham to-night, good time, 
 
 one soul. Lodged at Mr. Cook's (a ser^^cant) H (Cadet) went back 
 
 to Training Home. Feel rather lonely to-night 
 
 Sunday, Nov. 25, 1883. — Spoke to Mr. Cook about going back to 
 the Training Home, because I feel that I am not capable of leading. 
 
 Monday, Nov. 26, 1883 — Up at six. Grand day to-day Knee- 
 drill at seven by Chief of Staff The General at the Congress Hall all 
 day. Glorious times and grand marches. Fourteen souls to-night. 
 
 Deckmker 4, 1883. — Made Sergeant at the Training Home by Cap- 
 tain Bennett. God help me to do my duty. 
 
 In January, 1884, Lieutenant Read went to assist at 
 Bolton, in Lancashire. Writing of this he tells us : 
 
 *' For months the fight had been hard. The male soldiers, for the 
 most part, were miners, and night shifts compelled them to be away 
 from many meetings. However, we worked away, being often cheered 
 by a visit from our District Ofllcer, Major Taylor — now Colonel. At 
 this place I saw a deathbed scene for the first time. A dear old lady lay 
 dying in her humble cottage, and with her last breath she sang, ' I will 
 lo/e Thee in life, I will love Thee in death.' The scene will never be 
 forgotten. After some months fighting in this great town, I got com- 
 pletely worn out physically, and went to my home on furlough, where 
 I spent several weeks recruiting my strength, and in June, 1884, my 
 orders arrived to go and assist m the opening of Bideford — a beautiful 
 little town in Devonshire. Again good-bye was said to my parents and 
 loved ones, and again I landed on the scene of battle. The publicans 
 had, as usual, stirred up strife, and meant to oppose the Army. The 
 usual persecution followed, and many a blow did those rough Devon 
 lads give some of the Salvationists, not forgetting to smash the windows 
 ot our little barracks beside the river. I stood all this very well, but 
 the greatest cross of all was when my Captain sent me alone three miles 
 along the shore to sell Crys. It was hot, too, and often were my feet 
 literally sore from the long tramp." 
 
 •* Now comes the bitterest part of my experience, and, would to God, 
 I could blot it out of my memory altogether, but this I cannot do, and 
 I give it to the world, and especially to Salvation Army Officers, in 
 order that they may take warning fron\ my downfall. I had been at 
 this station only a fortnight when I became downcast ; the enemy got 
 at me terrible in all shapes and forms. One day I was sitting with the 
 Captain at the table, and taking up the pen I wrote to Headquarters 
 sending in my commission and resigning my appointment. I posted 
 the letter, but no sooner had I done so than distraction seized me. I 
 knew I had done wrong, and with an aching heart I wended my way to 
 the railway depot next morning and started for home. 
 
FIRST day's SKKVICE. 
 
 25 
 
 " While there my life was a perfect misery, and for many months I 
 was in a terribly unsettled state of mind. At last I could bear it no 
 longer, and I made up my niim! to leave home altogether and go out to 
 Canada, as I had heanl ffom my brother Frank that it was a good place 
 for a young man to prosper." 
 
 The day he left home was a sad, sad da)' for the ex- 
 officer. His heart was crushed, for he felt he had flis- 
 obeyed God, and was miserable as he reali/.etl that in 
 a moment of weakness he had left his post with its 
 blessed opportimities. Then, too, his home friends 
 were to be left behind for an indefinite time — perhaj)s 
 forever. He could not bear to look into che frcntle 
 face of his beloved mother. Many times I have heard 
 him describe the last touching; parting scene : 
 
 " I just kissed dear mother at the garden gate of the old home, 
 jumped into the conveyance, and drove off to the station. I dare not 
 look back and see mother staiuling there, for I felt as if my heart would 
 break." 
 
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26 
 
 Jul IN READ. 
 
 CIIAPTKR IV. 
 
 WENT TO TARSIIISH — KKTUKNEI) TO NINEVAH. 
 
 '* AnJ the word of the Lord came 
 Arise." 
 
 the aecond titne^ saying 
 
 Passengers aboard tlic S.S. Circassian in April, 1886, 
 might have seen a young man of fair hair and bhie 
 eyes, about twenty-four years of age, restlessly pacing 
 to and fro on the ship's deck as she ploughed across 
 the broad Atlantic. No matter what the condition of 
 the weather, whether the bright sjjring sunlight danced 
 upon the smiling waves, or the sky was overcast with 
 clouds, and the majority of the travellers were " below," 
 there he was, walking uj) and down, back and forth, 
 often with a distressed expression shading his other- 
 wise jileasant face. I^vidently the )'oung man's mind 
 was burdened with thoughts from which he was 
 anxious to escape. Jiut it is not easy to fly froin a 
 troubled conscience or to still the throbbing of an un- 
 satisfied heart. It is not easy to get away from the 
 promptings of the Holy Spirit, especially when lie has 
 once been the acknowledged Sovereign of the soul's 
 empire and controlled every movement of the life's 
 service The vt)icc of (lod cannot be drowned in a 
 whirl of pleasure or forgotten in change of scene or 
 environment. 
 
Ill 
 
 WENT TO TARSHISH. 
 
 27 
 
 So John Read found it. luj^hteen months had 
 elapsed since the day he had in a fit of ch'scouragement 
 resigned his position as an officer in the Army. They 
 had not been happy months. 
 
 He had beheved God called him to this work in the 
 old soldier days — in the fever of his first love and zeal, 
 when his soul was burning with intensity to bless and 
 help other souls. He had obeyed the voice which 
 spoke to him at that time while pursuing the " daily 
 round" of duty. He had found an op()ortunity of 
 happy, useful service ; then the perjilexing stress of 
 temptation came, and in a weak moment he yielded 
 and plunged himself into the sorrow which lasted until 
 he took the initiative, which step brought him back 
 '* home once more." 
 
 What he suffered mentally during those eighteen 
 months of disobedience may be gathered from a letter 
 written to an officer afterwards : 
 
 411 
 
 ^ 
 
 " I Imve been in the field ; (Jud has used me in the salvation of souls, 
 and my only desire to-day is to be a soul-winner. I know, while at 
 Bideford, the devil got the upjierhand of me, and in an evil moment I 
 gave up my God-};iven opportunity, a deed which I have regretted, and 
 which has caused me ceaseless and daily pain in the knowledge that I 
 had looked back afier having put my hand to the Gospel plough. 
 
 " It fills me witli shame when I think of the solenm vows I have 
 broken, causing not only misery to myself, but sorrow to others. Hut 
 with deep humility I have sought (lod's pardon for the past." 
 
 He never ceased to regret this experience, and re- 
 peatedly through his days of officership luged uptMi 
 those who had " looked back " t(.) at/ain irive themselves 
 unreservedly to God. I dwell upon these painful daj's 
 because I know if this was an autobiography my dear 
 husband woukl linger over this j)art of his story, and 
 with all the fervor of his earnest soul jjlead with those 
 who had stepped aside from the path of duty, and 
 urge the reader, if such an one, to retrace his steps, 
 build again his altar of sacrifice, lunnble himself 
 in the spirit of his first humiliation, and in devout 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 consecration decide to obey tlie promptings of his 
 conscience at all costs. 
 
 If it is possible that circumstances of earth can in- 
 crease the joy of the (glorified ones, my husbantl's cup 
 of felicity would overdow if he knew that the recital 
 of his defeat and ultimate victory proved a means of 
 strengthening even one of those who have followed 
 " afar off." 
 
 Arrived in Montreal, John's letters of introduction 
 soon made him friends and an entrance into a Chris- 
 tian church. He had vowed when he left England the 
 Army must be a part of the past only, that he would 
 not go near it in the new country, but the first night 
 ashore found him at the old Mechanics' Hall, in a 
 meeting led by Captain (now Brigadier) Marshall and 
 Lieutenant (novv Adjutant) Cass, listening to the same 
 old songs and testimonies he loved so much in the old 
 land. 
 
 Those ten months in Montreal were trying months 
 to the erstwhile officer. He joined the Y.M.C.A., but 
 left the meeting when he heard the Army march, 
 which was a stormy proceeding in Quebec's chief city 
 at that time. 
 
 He obtained employment at the Allan's Steamship 
 Co. as a receiver of goods. Strange to say, thirteen 
 years after, among the last to bid him ban voyage and 
 clasp his hand before the steamer moved down the 
 harbor, carrying him away for what proved the last 
 time, were some t>f the old-time workmen at the Com- 
 pany's offices and on Allan's docks. 
 
 All through his diary for that year John speaks 
 of the kindness shown him by the Christians of 
 Montreal, but though he had some op[)ortunities of 
 doing good work in addition to his regular employ- 
 ment, the inward monitor kept urging him back to the 
 place where he had been so sure of God's call, that he 
 might there devote all his time and energies to the 
 furtherance of Christ's Kingdom on earth. 
 
WENT TO TARSHISH. 
 
 29 
 
 When God sent Jonah to Ninevah he was out of his 
 place at Tarshish. John Read was called to the work 
 of the Salvation Army, and with the same stronj:^ con- 
 viction which has oftentimes prom[3ted men to leave 
 spheres of apparent usefulness for other paths of life, 
 he made up his mind to apply a<^ain for officership. He 
 wrote Commissioner Coombs offering to take the low- 
 est place in the ranks so long as he might have the 
 assurance that he was in the h'ne of obedience. The 
 Commissioner's reply was encouraging — " Come at 
 once," he said. 
 
 When the Company knew he was leaving they de- 
 sired him to stay on in their employ, offering as an 
 inducement a much more remunerative position in the 
 City of Portland, Maine. But, having made up his 
 mind, he was inexorable, and started for Toronto 
 Headquarters early in December. 
 
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 30 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 UNDER ORDERS AGAIN. 
 
 •' I've' II roll the old chariot aloii^. 
 We wotCt hang on behind.'^ 
 
 O1.D Time Chorus. 
 
 " Well, my boy, how arc you ffettinrj alon^ in j-oiir 
 soul ? Are you happy in your work ? " inquired 
 Commissioner Coombs of Comrade Read one day 
 after he had been working at Headquarters for six 
 weeks. Receiving a reply in the affirmative he further 
 remarked, " I want you to come down stairs and write 
 some letters for me." 
 
 (dadly the Commissioner's wash was acceeded to 
 and Cadet Read — for so he was proud to be gazetted — 
 took his first advance step. 
 
 It was during the three months he was Cadet that 
 he commenced to lead special services on Sundays 
 in towns adjacent to Toronto. It may .seem a singular 
 co-incident — we always felt there was an over-ruling 
 JVovidencc in it — that his first visit was to the Corps 
 of which I was at that time in command. He came 
 to Orangeville with one of the Staff-Officers to con- 
 duct the anniversary gatherings. Of course he was a 
 stranger, but I was much impressed with his devotion 
 to God. his anxiety to see souls saved even in the 
 early morning knee-drill, his deep interest in everyone 
 
UNDER ORDERS ACAIN. 
 
 31 
 
 individually, and great concern as to their spiritual 
 welfare. A friendship commenced which two years 
 afterwards matured into mutual affection, and was 
 followed by eight years of "continual comradeship," 
 and blessed happ}' service for dying souls. 
 
 Cadet, and afterwards for a year Captain, Read 
 was a prolific writer (ov Army publications, and during 
 the time he was engaged in secretarial work for 
 Commissioner Coombs and Colonel liailey, he was 
 special reporter for the Commissioner, and wrote 
 copiously reports of demonstrations and special 
 efforts. It always seemed a real pleasure for John to 
 write, and often when Editor of the ir<ir Cfy, and 
 later on, I have heard the remark : " Whenever you 
 see Staff-Captain Read he is sure to have his badge of 
 office, a pen over one ear and a pencil over the other." 
 
 In June of the same year he wrote a helpful little 
 article on " How to keep the blessing of a clean 
 heart." An extract of which I give : 
 
 " The last, and not by any means the least way of keeping this great 
 blessing is to labor hard for the salvation of sinners. The very nature 
 of holiness leads us to long for the salvation of souls, and if you do not 
 strive to win souls for God your love will gradually get cold, you will 
 become indifferent, and at last lose the evidence of the blessing 
 alt jgether. When your heart yearns over sinners ask (iod to help you, 
 then go to the sinner straight from your bended kness, with the 
 sympathy and love which Christ had for them when on earth, and lead 
 tfiem to Jesus, the Lamb of God who taketh away the sin of the world. 
 Go to your unconverted brothers, sisters, relations, point them to the 
 Saviour, and " Whatever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." 
 You will find this to be an excellent means of grace to your soul, and a 
 holy oil that will anoint you. 
 
 Ten ways to keep holiness : 
 
 (i) Confess it. 
 
 (2) Practice self-denial. 
 
 (3) Never cease to believe. 
 
 (4) Obey the Holy Ghost. 
 
 (5) Watch continually. 
 
 (6) Grow in grace. 
 
 (7)' Rep.d the Bible constantly. 
 
 (8) Pray always. 
 
 (9) Remember God's presence. 
 (10) Labor for souls. 
 
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32 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 ITe was always the friend of the poor inebriate. He 
 loathed their sin but had ^reat sympath}- with tliose 
 who throut;h hereditary tendencies — and how [jower- 
 ful and subtle they are — or unhealth}' environment, 
 had become arldicted to the intoxicating cup. I 
 have never seen a poor, besotted wrecked soul too 
 deep sunk in debauchery of this description to be 
 passed by unnoticed by John Read. His arm was one 
 of the first to be thrown about them, his hand one of 
 the readiest to be outstretched towards them. His 
 voice and concertina were consecrated to sinewing and 
 inspiring these miserable human derelicts to take 
 courage for the future. 
 
 At this early date in his officership he wrote an 
 earnest plea for them in the Canadian IVar Cry. 
 Referring to a drunkards' demonstration conducted by 
 dear Commissioner Coombs, which he had reported, 
 he says : 
 
 "There has of late been a great deal of talk about drunkards, 
 especially at the meetings of the Salvation Army. 
 
 " Our great New Year's r3runkard's Demonstration in Toronto, 'As 
 it was and as it is,' naturally aroused much curiosity among the people, 
 and the thought in every Salvation Soldiers' heart should l)e, ' How can 
 we rescue more of these drunks, and how can we keep them and make 
 use of them after they become permanently saved ?' In answer to these 
 questions I want to show you that a man is not always willingly a 
 drunkard. Said a victim of this habit to me a few days ago, ' Oh ! 
 drink has ruined me over and over again. 1 have spent thousands of 
 dollars on the damnable stuff, and although I may be drunk myself in 
 an hour or two, yet I would thank God if it was swept right out of 
 Canada to-morrow.' And I am confident that this is the heartfelt 
 testimony of every inebriate. It is misery oftentimes which drives them 
 to drink, because it drowns, for a time, all their feelings of remorse and 
 sadness, and I do not hesitate in saying that ninety-nine out of evciy 
 hundred would give it up, now and forever, if only they could see a way 
 of escape 
 
 '* Thank God we have the remedy for them, a safe, sure and certain 
 cure. It is nothing short of a full salvation, the salvation of Jesus 
 Christ in all its healing and restoring power. As we have seen lately, 
 this power can take a man even on the point of delirium tremens, sober 
 him up, show him his awful condition, cause him to give up all his sin, 
 and enable him to live a happy and useful life." 
 
 It was in December of the same year, 1887, that 
 
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 John was honored with another promotion. This time 
 to the rank of Adjutant. 
 
 With this new rank came new responsibiHties for 
 Adjutant Read was made Divisional Officer for the 
 then Chatham Division. 
 
 In the latter part of the year he entered upon his new 
 command feelin<^ as he often expressed it afterwards, 
 " very weak and insufficient" but sure his God would 
 undertake for him. 
 
 I shall only i^ivc a few typical quotations from 
 Adjutant Read's diary showing the nature of his work 
 as a Divisional Officer. 
 
 Sunday, Jan i, 1888 — Led the Walch-night service in Chatham. 
 Spent the first few moments of tliis New Year's day with the soldiers on 
 my knees. AM again consecrated themselves anew to God. My New 
 Year's motto is " Forward ! " "Victory!" " No Defeat ! " Lord, 
 keep me true to Thee and the Army. 
 
 Tuesday, Jan. 3, 1888. — The Spirit of (he Living God is upon me. 
 I woke up this morning praisjng God for a!l His goodness. My soul 
 rejoices in His Divine love. Spent a few hours with Captain Walker 
 looking over accounts. Took train for Thamesville, Cadet Barker met 
 me at the depot looking jolly and happy. Got to the quarters and was 
 joined by Captain Payne. We had a wonderful open-air, full of power 
 and liberty. 
 
 Wednesday, Jan. 4, 1888. — Woke up this morning shouting 
 hallelujah. So did Captain Payne. After a bit of business we started 
 off to Highgate with a rig. Had a most l)cautiful drive through the 
 Canadian woods. Arrived at Highgare. A New Year's card reached 
 me here from Ronisey which cheered me much. Had a splendid 
 banquet and jubilee. Nellis Montore and the other Indians were there. 
 Place packed to excess. $50 dollar debt cleared off God is good 
 to me. 
 
 Thursday, Jan. 5, 18S8. — -Woke up this morning with glory in my 
 soul and was going to ride by train to Hienheini but missed it. O 
 Lord, help me to make sure and certain hope of Heaven Tramped on 
 foot to Ridgetown where we took a rig to Blenheim. Indians there too, 
 God bless them ! They are much in earnest and filled with the Spirit. 
 A blessed open-air march followed a soldiers' tea and preceded the 
 enrollment of soldiers inside. The Town Hall was jammed full. Some 
 looking in the windows outside, and in a body the soldiers declared to 
 be true to God and the Army. 
 
 Tuesday, Jan. 10, 1888. —We all drove from Kingsville to Essex 
 Centre. A rig full for the banquet and council (.my first council) and 
 all-night of prayer. Officers' council was a most blessed time. In my 
 
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 great weakness God helped me to talk in a straight manner to the 
 ofiicers. iJless His Name 1 Seventeen officers were there. The 
 banquet was a decided success in every way The all-night of prayer 
 will never be forgotten by many. From 11.30 until 4 a.m. it was one 
 conti lued shower of blessing and eleven came forward to be thoroughly 
 cleansed from sin. Officers got filled with His love and power. 
 
 Monday, Feb. 27, 1888. — Took first train for Chatham from 
 Thamesville. I was booked for Comber but had to change my appoint- 
 ment A dear sister of the Chatham Corps had died and I buried her 
 to-day (Sister Dunlop). She died a Salvation Soldier and was buried 
 in her uniform. Oh ! that I may die such a death and have such a 
 burial. I led a most blessed meeting outside the house. Bitter cold 
 day. We felt it as we marched to the cemetery, two miles out, I 
 took a severe chill and was unable to attend the memorial meeting. 
 However, being led by Captains Hind, Goodall and Cass, they had a 
 ble.s.sed time and two souls saved. O Lord, keep me ready for death, 
 for in .such an hour as I think not the Son of Man will come 
 
 We pa.s.s over an interval of several months, months 
 that were filled with earnest, faithful toil ; devoted 
 chiefly to camp meetings, the opening of a new 
 barracks in Comber, Colonel Dowdle's visit, the visit 
 of the Household Troops Band, and Major Musa 
 lilvdi with the Indian Contingent. 
 
 Diary again : 
 
 Saturday, Nov. 17, 1888. — Received a letter from Commissioner 
 this morning promoting me to Stafif-Captain. Oh ! how wonderful God 
 is blessing and leading me in His own way. I have to assist Major 
 Margetts in the Training Honve Division. I do feel that this is a Divine 
 ap|x)intment direct from Heaven, and God will give me power to go 
 through. 
 
 He always recognized the hand of God in all his 
 appointments. 
 
 Sunday, Nov. 25, 1888. — ChaJham Farewell. Went to the knee- 
 drill this morning full of faith ;or 1. blessed time, and God was with 
 us in mighty power. Grand farev/eU meetings all day. Oh ! hi w the 
 Lord helped me to talk to thesf J ar people, perhaps for the last time. 
 
 It was the last opportunity he ever had of speaking 
 to these people upon the theme so dear to his heart. 
 The testimony I give is from one of his officers at that 
 time, sent me after my precious husband went to his 
 reward, showing that he was u.sed as an instrument of 
 blessing while in the Chatham Division. 
 
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 Slic writes 
 
 " I shall never forget the kind words from Adjutant Rtad's lips and 
 pen, when I was in my first station in the old Chatham Division. Many 
 a time he heliicd me to take courage and go on. lie was always a 
 blessing to me, and I can see him yet, as I saw him last with a 
 look of unutterable symjiathy in his face as he pressed my hand and 
 simply said " Gcc' bless you ! " He has gone to his reward, dear Mrs. 
 Read, but he will live on forever in the hearts and lives of hundreds of 
 souls, I believe God used him so." 
 
 Staff-Captain Read took charge of the Toronto 
 Men's Training Home in November and his journal 
 gives us a glimpse of the great responsibility he felt 
 the teaching and training of young men for the work 
 of soul-saving to be, one of his earliest entries tell us : 
 
 Monday, Dec. 3, 1880!^ — Up early this morning, feeling my own 
 weakness more than ever. Most gladly would I glory in this that the 
 power of God may rest upon me On Wednesday morning we studied 
 the " Doctrines and Diciplines," and had a real good time. Oh ! I do 
 want a heart filled with love for these dear boys. God help me to talk 
 to these new in-coming officers. 
 
 Wednesday, Dec. 5, 1888. — Had a most glorious day to-day. At 
 nine o'clock the Cadets marched up to Lippincott Street for a council 
 led by the Commissioner. It was a heaven to be there. Oh 'he love 
 of Jesus ! It did my heart good to see and hear the dear boys testify. 
 
 Sunday, Dec. 9, 1888. — Led the knee-drill at Yorkville. God 
 helped me. Did not go out to any other meeting during the day, but 
 led the meeting at ni^ht in the Temple. (It was a failure, God knows). 
 
 Thursday, Dec. 13, 1888 — Oh ! how the powers of hell seemed to 
 surround me to-day, to make me believe that I was in my wrong place 
 here at the Training Home. But I take it as a settled, solid matter 
 that God put me here and I mean to go right through. It is my only 
 aim and object to be used by God to help the dear lads. Tha tears 
 flowed down my cheeks as I talked with them round the table. Oh ! 
 my weakness is very great, but God is my strength and my light and 
 my salvation. Hallelujah ! 
 
 Tuesday, Dec. 1888. — Up at seven to-day full of holy courage and 
 determination to go on in spite of all difficulties. Had a nice lesson 
 this morning in the lecture room, and after that went thoroughly into 
 the reports. God helped me to teacli the boys. 
 
 He was still in charge of the Training Home in the 
 New Year of 1889, although owing to an unexpected 
 break-down on the part of the then Editor, he was 
 appointed to edit the H'^ar Cry a week or two after- 
 wards. His diary for that year commences with a 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 very solemn covenant in which he invited all to unite 
 in the Watch-night Service. 
 
 " YORKVILLE TkAINING HoME, 1889 COVENANT.— Out of love for 
 the Saviour for what He has done for me, and for the sake of the poor, 
 darkened, perishing world, I do here and now promise God, being con- 
 scious that He is a witness to the act, that during the coming year I 
 will i/iore than ever consecrate to His service my all ; myself, my time, 
 my talents, my intellect, my will, my worldly store, counting it all joy 
 to labor and suffer for my blessed Christ and deserving nothing higher 
 than to live and die in ilis blessed service." 
 
 He wrote me that same month while still in charge of 
 the Men's Training Home : 
 
 '• The peace of God now fills my soul, and I am kept completely 
 whole. Oh ! I find that without God I should be an utter and com- 
 plete failure, especially in this Home where there are so many different 
 characters and dispositions. The greatest lesson I have learned is to 
 see and feel my own insuf!iciency, but, praise God, He is helping me to 
 act, speak, walk and talk before the boys so that I can say, 'Be ye 
 followers of me, even as I also am of Christ.' Hallelujah ! Pray much 
 fervent and effectual prayer for me, that God will make me a good 
 leader and teacher." 
 
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 CHAPTER VI. 
 
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 EDITOR AND WRITER. 
 
 " Glory to Jesus! Praise to His Name ! — 
 
 For He of praise is worthy ; 
 lie fiees the captives, breaks every chain, 
 
 Pard ning the rebels freely. 
 Glad are the tidings I have to bear. 
 
 Sinners around me of Christ shall hear ; 
 As I proclaim the grace of my Lord, 
 
 To whom each soul is dear." 
 
 For four years Staff-Caj)tain Read occupied the 
 War Cry editorial chair, lie was appointed by the 
 Commissioner in January, 1889. 
 
 He witnessed many changes at Territorial Head- 
 quarters, as he served in that capacity under foui 
 Commissioners — Commissioners Coombs, Adams, Rees 
 and Commaufia.. ii. II. lk)()th. He appreciated 
 much the o[jpwrtur.ity afforded hiim by his important 
 position, ot reaching with his pen so many hearts and 
 touch;n<>' jo many lives. 
 
 He worked faithfully early and late to r.iake his be- 
 loved War Cry a spiritual success. 
 
 I remember on the occasion of our farewell for 
 Newfoundhuid the Commandant saying in his part- 
 ing address referring to his work : 
 
 "I was very much tcnidied a fev days ago. Iking at Ihe Tt'ni|)le 
 very early in the morning, 1 forml Read 'here before me, and, on ex- 
 pressing my surprise, someuMe I old me, Oh, yes, the Editor is always 
 here by seven o'clock." 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 It was quite true, for he left home before half-past 
 six all those years, often returning at seven o'clock in 
 the evening with several proof-galleys to read and 
 piles of copy to correct. He planned for it, prayed 
 about it, thought of it day and night, to make it a 
 medium of soul elevation and blessing to its thousands 
 of readers. This, I know, was his first and highest 
 ambition, and nothing ever gave him greater delight 
 than to hear of some christian being sanctified, some 
 drunkard reclaimed, some prison-bound slave eman- 
 cipated from his fetters through perusing the columns 
 of the Army's Official Gazette. 
 
 In September, Commissioner and Mrs. Coombs, the 
 pioneer leaders of Canadian warfare, farewelled. It 
 was a great wrench to their followers, for they were 
 like spiritual parents to us, many of the first officers 
 having come into the work during their command. 
 
 He refers in his journal to the Commissioner's fare- 
 well tea with the officers, which terminated in deep 
 sadness from a dual cause — the last opportunity of 
 taking tea with our beloved Commanders and the un- 
 expected news of Mr. Wm.Gooderham's sudden demise, 
 which was a sorrowful blow to Salvationists, for he 
 was much loved by us all. 
 
 " We had a grand little time atound the table to-night with our dear 
 Commissioner at a supper given by Headquarters Staff Mr. Goodor- 
 ham died while leading a meeting at the Haven. Oh ! how necessary 
 it is that we should be always ready." 
 
 A little time after this one of his contemporaries 
 
 vvrote in describing the journalists of the Army's 
 
 various periodicals : 
 
 "As Editor of the Canadian JVar Cry, Staff-Captain Read is making 
 things spin, and threatens even more to r\ish with a full head of steam 
 on the road of success. During'' hi.s management a marked improvement 
 IS noticed in the Cry^ and it ranks as one of the great IVar Crys of the 
 Salvation Army." 
 
 And someone writing a description of Headquarters 
 Staff for All tJic Wor'd thus describes him : 
 
 *' Fast Adjutant Miller's office, where Captain I^'mon (now Mrs, 
 
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 Friedrich) and a Lieutenant assist, to a delightful sanctum, the editorial 
 office of the IVar Cry and Young Soldier, If your eye had been swift 
 enough to follow Staff-Captain Read, you would find him presiding over 
 the overflowing waste paper basket. (We speak of it respectfully, for 
 we stand in wholesome awe ourself). You would think to look at both 
 the Editor and the AsrJstant Editor (Captain Werry), <hat they are men 
 especially singled out from among their fellows for their cheerful and 
 sunshiny temperaments. Possibly the Commissioner, with kindly fore- 
 thought for his officers, foresaw that this post, above all others, needed 
 a disposition of peculiarly sanguine and elastic quality, to rise buoyantly 
 above gallons of ink and tons of paper, and refuse to be extinguished 
 by all the inscrutable hieroglyphics and caligraphy, but you must take 
 care or you too will find yourself beyond your depth among column cuts 
 and type and proofs and copy. Here you will certainly be prayed for, 
 and especially if you are a backslider his sympathy will be drawn out 
 to you, and he will tell you that he was once a runaway himself." 
 
 Later on, when he relinquished his command, the 
 following appeared, written by the new editor : 
 
 ••The Island of Newfoundland has a warm place in the Command- 
 ant's heart. He has made a real sacrifice to fill the gap caused by the 
 departure of the late D.O., Staff-Captain Mclntyre. His successor is 
 Staff-Captain Read, the Editor of the Canadian Cry. He has endeared 
 himself to us all since four years ago, when he took the editorial chair 
 at the command of Commissioner Coombs. During that time the IVar 
 Cry has gone up and on, and still is developing rapidly." 
 
 In the beginning of the New Year his journal tells 
 us : 
 
 "1890, New Year's Motto: — 'Behold, I come quickly, and My 
 reward is with Me to give every man according as his work shall be." — 
 Rev. last chapter. 
 
 •' Lord, help me to set a watch over the door of my lips this year. 
 
 •• Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be ac- 
 ceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer." 
 (llory ! 
 
 " Some of the last moments of the old year I spent in the Drunken 
 Women's Home with Blanche, Mother Florence, Mother McKenzie, 
 Adjutant Plant and Daddy Florence. We then went to the march and 
 came into the Watch-night service." 
 
 During this time he continually conducted Sunday 
 services in Toronto and surrounding towns and cities. 
 Often coming straight from the train to the office, after 
 one of his usual heavy week-ends, he writes : 
 
 '• MoNOAY, Feb. 17, 1890.— I ft'lt very tired this morning on my 
 arrival home from Hamilton. Hut Jesus often felt tired, and the steward 
 is not greater than his Lord. Oh, no ! therefore I glory in getting tired 
 
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 for my loving Lord's sake. I put in a hard day's work at the office, and 
 Jesus stood at my right hand guiding and directing my pen. Glory to 
 His precious name ! At times I felt like falling off the chair, but He 
 sustained me. Blessed be His glorious Name forever. I spent the 
 evening with dear Blanche." 
 
 John Read's marriage took place in this year. We 
 had met some three years previously. I had been 
 stationed in two corps in his division, then for a year 
 I had been in Toronto in charge of a Home for in- 
 ebriate Women, so we had had exceptional opportuni- 
 ties of being acquainted with each other. I had many 
 chances of 1. iwing his sterling character, his absorb- 
 ing love to hi ^ '1 and passion to serve poor humanity. 
 
 We were mai - zd in the Temple on Wednesday, 
 May 14th, before a large concourse of people, who 
 thronged every inch of room, by Rev. John Salmon 
 and Commander Ballington Booth, Commissioner 
 Adams waving the Army colors over us during the 
 ceremony. 
 
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 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 EDITOR AND WRITER. 
 
 " With the art of writing, of which printing is a simple, an in 
 evitable and comparatively insignificant corollary, the true reign of 
 mircules for mankind commenced. . . . The thing we call * bits 
 of paper with traces of black ink,^ is the purest embodiment of 
 thought a man can have. No wonder it ts in all ways the activest 
 and noblest." — Carlyle. 
 
 It was in May, 1892, that a series of papers entitled 
 " Work and Warfare" were published in the Canadian 
 Cry. They were articles describing the various Head- 
 quarter Departments and were a clever " wri'.e-up " by 
 one of our best journalists. 
 
 As the chapter depicting the editorial work brings 
 out several of my husband's characteristics I give it 
 almost complete. It shows his distaste and aversion 
 to notoriety, the vein of natural merriment in his 
 disposition, and reveals the precision of his methodical 
 habits which made the great amount of work he 
 accomplished possible. 
 
 The Editor may have been tired ; he was certainly uncommunicative 
 —very. 
 
 " Are you prepared to be interviewed ? " said we. 
 
 He folded his arms on I he fable and buried his face on his elbow, 
 amongst his literary surroundings in the attitude of a deeply convicted 
 sinner. 
 
 " Go OB," he answered in a sepulchral tone, that might have been 
 mistaken for a groan, 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 " Will you kindly proceed to enlighten us as to the nature or 
 character of your duties in connection with the Editorial Department 
 for the benefit of the fVar Cry readers ?" we continued. 
 
 "Oh, but this is excruciating,' came in muffled tones from the inter- 
 viewer's victim ; " I don't know what to say." 
 
 Here Mrs. Read appeared to the rescue. 
 
 " Now, Johnnie, don'f, do be sensible ! " said she in accents in 
 which the gently persuasive and the emphatically imperative were 
 curiously united. "'You know perfectly well; first there is all the 
 original manuscript to be overlooked when it comes in ; then all the 
 arranging of the material for the Cry, and the proofs to be corrected, 
 and the leading articles to be written." 
 
 " Yes," said the Editor, " and sometimes by the end of the day my 
 eyes burn and ache after it all, while they feel as if they might drop out 
 of their sockets. Go on. What next ? " 
 
 We ventured to suggest that we wanted him to tell us. " Go on," 
 we repeated, urirelentingly. He sighed again, but we managed to 
 distinguish a f;' ^>hrases among the muffled sounds from his elbow, 
 apparently thus ; 
 
 " Make a special point of \/r;Ung to contributors — especially new 
 ones — cheer t»iom up, en-:ouraf',e them ; good manuscript often so ladly 
 written — useles.- nlcbi le-wriiten and punctuated ; dozens of stamps 
 wasted ; people will put a three-cent stamp where one cent would do. 
 After the printers' proof has been corrected and sent down, it has to be 
 revised again with peculiar printers' signs." 
 
 " Then the pictures, you know," again prompted Mrs. Read. 
 
 "All the illustrations, after the artist has sketched the idea, have to 
 be arranged to correspond with the matter, and fitted into columns with 
 the subjects to the very best advantage. Then when the cuts are done 
 with they have to be filed away and numbered so that they may be just 
 ready to hand when they are wanted again." 
 
 •* Then there is the waste-paper basket too?" 
 
 " Yes, the waste-paper basket ; " another groan. " Every morning 
 that basket is carried down to the basement filled to overflowing with 
 useless and done-wilh material. But no original manuscript ever goes 
 into it unless it is absolutely beyond redemption, either by boiling down, 
 or re-writing, or putting aside to ripen awhile, and even then it is not 
 wasted, for it is emptied into the furnace to assist in heating the 
 Temple." 
 
 "After the best manuscript has been selected, and the printers have 
 set it up in type, and the first proof has been pulled and corrected, it is 
 once more altered in the type and finally revised by the Editor, it 
 descends again to the office of the Chief Secretary, who, after glancing 
 through it and remarking to himself, "I wonder who ' Z G.X. is?' 
 signs his initials and passes it. " I am sure," said the Editor, at last 
 raising his face and warming to his sulyect, " I am sure if there is any 
 one under the sun needs praying for, it is me. If people don't believe 
 it, I wish they would come and try it for themselves." 
 
 " That sounds as if you were hardly used, and you know you are 
 not," continued Mrs. Read. " lie reaches the office every morning 
 
EDITOR AND WRITER. 
 
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 before seven, and leaves at five-thirty or six in the evening, often with 
 a quantity of najier and proofs to attend to." 
 
 " What plan have you of arranging aud systematizing all your 
 numerous correspondence?" the interviewer inquired. "It must 
 surely get into terrible confusion without a good deal of organizing ? " 
 
 At last the Editor had revived and wore his every-day sunshiny 
 expression. 
 
 " You see," said he, pointing to his desk and the shelves on the 
 walls, "the space is divided into compartments, and lettered and 
 numbered in each pigeon hole ; all the various correspondence is classi- 
 fied and docketed as the postman brings it in ; in this order you 
 observe." We looked, and read in clear writing, on neat little labels 
 all the divisions of his subjects. " So," he continued, " I know where 
 to put my hand on everything exactly." 
 
 On entering the Editorial Office one of the first sights that greet you 
 is, "Redeem the time," "God first," and other verses, and immedi- 
 ately above the desk the following motto, mounted and framed : 
 
 " It is Thine own, O God, 
 
 Who toil while others sleep. 
 And sow with patient care 
 
 What other hands shall reap " — F. K. 
 
 " Don't write for the edification of the stars, nor yet 
 for the intellectual taste of the great. Seek to fix on 
 paper what will be the signal for the sight of some 
 soul battling with the adversities of life, as you are 
 yourself," wrote Commandant Booth once. John 
 Read from the first wrote in this spirit. His own 
 heart being pos.sessed with a desire to " raise a signal " 
 to all struggling humanity, he wrote in a terse, free 
 style easily understood by all — just told out the 
 thoughts as they flooded his own soul. 
 
 One of the secrets of his effectiveness in speaking 
 and writing was the fact that he always made use of 
 current events, spiritualizing them and making them 
 do good service in nis work. He often used them in. 
 " writing-up " various subjects for the Cry. I have 
 pages of scrapbooks full of carefully preserved records 
 of startling occurrences. I give an extract from one 
 he wrote in June, 1892 : 
 
 HORROR UPON HORROR. 
 
 Very suggestive words are these. They formed the heading of an 
 article in a Toronto daily, issued on June 6th, and beneath it was the 
 
 
 
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 record of an awful scene Titusville, U.S.A. Rain fell in a deluge, 
 houses were inundated, buildings swept away, fire broke forth and 
 spread at a rapid rate, in fact it was one of the most terribly disastrous 
 visitations ever known. Hundreds lost their lives. The following is a 
 very suggestive paragraph : 
 
 "Oil City. — Later! A terrific explosion rent the air and the 
 entire creek and hundreds of feet on each side seemed one mass of 
 flame and smoke. The panic-stricken crowd shrieked madly in their 
 efforts to escape. Women and children were trampled under foot. 
 About half-a-mile northward from the post office, on the Western New 
 York and Pennsylvania Railroad, a tank filled with gasoline was stand- 
 ing on a siding. Some young men noticed that the tank was leaking, 
 and seeing an engine approach, ran up the side of the hill where 
 they turned and looking down as the engine passed, witnessed a fearful 
 sight. A mass of flame shot a hundred feet into the air. The engineer 
 and fireman were seen jumping from the cab, and it is supposed they 
 were burned to death or killed by the force of the explosion. The 
 flames swept madly over the entire upper part of the city. Men, 
 women, and children who were moving from their houses were caught 
 by the deadly flames, and if not burned to death, were drowned in the 
 raging torrent. For miles up the creek on both sides everything is in 
 ruins and hundreds of families have been rendered homeless. About 
 one hundred dwellings have been destroyed by fire." 
 
 Awful and ghastly as this may have been there is still &. more terrible 
 day of doom coming on when the heavens shall roll back as a scroll, 
 and the earth shall be melted with fervent heat. Seeing these things 
 are to happen and knowing the terror of the law, we persuade men, we 
 push them, we urge them to give up sin and prepare for the Judgment 
 Day. Salvationists throughout the Dominion should snatch souls from 
 the eternal burning, for the day of God's wrath is coming, and then, 
 who shall stand ? 
 
 John Read's sympathies were always extended to ■ 
 the weak and unfortunate. He took a profound and 
 practical interest in the Rescue Work, and early in its 
 liistory in this country he pleaded its claims with 
 burning appeals from his pen. While his heart 
 throbbed with compassion for the oppressed he wotild 
 not compromise with the oppressor. He did not spare 
 them but, where opportunity offered, exposed evil- 
 doers by voice and pen in scathing burning language. 
 I quote from a strong article he wrote on one occasion : 
 
 A poor girl leaves the home of her childhood. The kiss is planted 
 upon her cheek by father, mother, brothers and sisters. She faces the 
 world with all its fasinations. Some hellish, human demon entraps 
 her, allures her, betrays and ruins her, pushing her over the precipice 
 of sin, misery and woe. Her life becomes blasted, her hopes vanish. 
 
EDITOR AND WRITER. 
 
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 Agony seizes her. She tries to drown her conscience by drinking 
 deeper and deeper of the cup of infamy and shame. Poor girl, she 
 has fallen, and hot will be the hell awaiting the inhuman monster who 
 caused all her .sorrow. The same old tale, the same old scene is 
 enacted over and over again. Daily, yea hourly, our poor sisters are 
 being slain by the enemy. The wretches who cause their ruin may 
 escape the hand of justice. Wealth, good worldly positions, fine clothes 
 may cover up such base scjundrels for a time, but the Judgment bar 
 must be faced. A pure, spotless, righteous judge will sit in judgment 
 upon all these men, and if not made to pay the penalty of their crimes 
 in this life they must hereafter, God will not l)e mocked. They shall 
 reap what they have sown. The blood of these poor, fallen sisters will 
 and must cry out against them. We write plainly 'tis true, and we only 
 wish that the name of every scoundrel who has been guilty of such 
 crimes could be nailed up to the telegraph poles of the city, town, or 
 village in which he lives. What a revelation this would l)e ! 
 Excitement would run high. Horrified with wonder and awe, many 
 would tu' n away from the sickening list as they looked upon the name 
 or names of some influential business gentleman (?) men of high stand- 
 ing in society; men who possibly frequent the place of worship on God's 
 holy day, for lots of these depraved men seek to cover their beast ial 
 conduct by a cloak of religion. Ves, this would l)e a startling revelation. 
 This very scene will be enacted before an assembled univer.se. God's 
 justice will then be felt as never before, and all those who have covered 
 up their vile acts will quail and tremble before the eyes of Him who has 
 said that " Every secret sin shall be revealed" Terrible day of retri- 
 bution this will be We thank God for the great reckoning day. 
 Doubtless thousands of such men are walking about in society with 
 heads erect, palming themselves of!" as good (?) citizens, respectable (?) 
 tradesmen, fit members (?) of society. Very few may know their real 
 characters, but we rejoice in knowing that God, who sees just what 
 they are, will deal with them for their treacherous sins and base deeds. 
 The fact stares us in the face that even in this country, this Dominion 
 of Canada, this land of philanthrophy, religion and morality, there are 
 numbers of poor outcast women and girls to be found on the streets of 
 its cities and towns. 
 
 Then follows an earnest appeal to all to stretch out 
 loving hands to rescue such heart-broken and wayward 
 ones. 
 
 In another article on the great number of professors 
 of Christ who are half-hearted and lukewarm, Staff- 
 Captain Read says in part : 
 
 *' Are there not many who stand on the outside of the battle, wit- 
 nessing the bloody carnage, hearing the cries of the lost and wounded, 
 gazing into the faces of the poor h.iman wrecks which sin has defaced 
 and disfigured, seeing their comrades in arms dying all around them, 
 and yet amid all this they are inanimate, lifeless, inditTerent, lo unin- 
 terested that they make no effort whatever to take up the sword, rush 
 
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 to the fray, and do their share in rescuing a poor needy world. A man 
 of business, a worldly employer, hates the very appearance of laziness 
 in any of his employees. I wonder how the Lord of Hosts feels as He 
 sees the unfruitful, useless, powerless lives of some Christian 
 soldiers? To all spiritual idlers I would say, 'Arouse from your state 
 of lethargy, buckle on the armour, for Christ has died that you might 
 have life, and that you might have it more abundantly.' 
 
 "Oh, ye, this-side-of-the-grave dead soldiers, awake I awake!! 
 awake ! ! ! ' If we have the Son we have life.' Here is the remedy for 
 you : ' Pay the price, give up all to God, and get all from Him.' Of 
 course, the devil troubles very little about the spiritually dead hirelings, 
 because he is so certain of them, but get some life and then he'll tempt 
 and harass, which is a real good sign 
 
 "Now, all ye spiritual hirelings and dyspeptics, will you look at 
 yourself, no matter how good you think you are. What does Jesus 
 think of you ? The Great Physician now is near, and the remedy is far 
 better than this ' Elixer of Life ' so recently discovered. Jesus never 
 fails, He always cures. Come to Him in all your shaky, trembling 
 state, and He will make you a strong, healthy, powerfhl, useful, spirit- 
 ual man and woman. Hallelujah ! ' 
 
 '* Wanted, hearts baptized with fire. 
 
 Hearts completely cleansed from sin, 
 Hearts that will go to the mire. 
 
 Hearts that dare do aught for Him. 
 Hearts that will be firmer, braver, 
 
 Hearts like heroes gone before ; 
 Hearts enjoying God's full favor. 
 
 Hearts to love Him more and more. " 
 
 Not only was his life poured out during all those 
 months at Headquarters in his journalistic work, but 
 it had its influence upon those about him, his co- 
 workers, those who were associated with him in the 
 intimacy of blessed christian comradeship. 
 
 Sweet memories live in many hearts to-day of the 
 morning knee-drill conducted for years at nine o'clock ; 
 of the noonday open-airs led by the Editor, when in 
 the dinner-hour the crowd paused a moment to hear 
 soul-stirring testimonies of a present living Christianity. 
 
 How earnest John used to be ! How he pleaded 
 with the godless crowds in Army hall, street corner, 
 everywhere, — I have seen him weep over them — be- 
 seeching, imploring them to flee from the wrath to 
 come. He often spoke earnestly of the uncertainty of 
 
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 life. " How will you meet God ? " was the question 
 he searchingly asked. " How will you meet God if you 
 die to-night? Perhaps, sinner, backslider, you will be 
 still and cold in death in twenty-four hours. How will 
 you do in the swellings of Jordan ? " Here is a little 
 written appeal. It, of course, lacks the force and power 
 with which his fiery, earnest personality used to clothe 
 the messages he delivered and questions he asked, but 
 it comes as a voice from one who to-day is proving the 
 realities of the Great Future, and who has proved how 
 truly death comes as a " thief in the night." 
 
 "Unsaved reader, will you in all earnestness of soul turn from your 
 vileness and iniquity to-day, renounce forever the world and all its 
 allurements, get the Lord to take your case in hand and save your soul, 
 for • In such an hour as ye think not death will come. God help you 
 to do this, and do it now." 
 
 They were sweet, happy, useful days — that nearly 
 five years spent at Toronto Headquarters. 
 
 Not only did my husband use his pen freely and 
 take many public engagements, but he was ever ready 
 to speak a word " in season or out of season." He 
 was a great believer in speaking directly to everyone 
 about their spiritual condition. If asked what was his 
 strongest characteristic and the chief secret of his 
 power, I would say, his unflinching courage in personal 
 dealing, his faithfulness in always bringing those with 
 whom he came in contact face to face with the respon- 
 sibility and importance of a definite knowledge of their 
 acceptance with God and the conscious realization of 
 the Holy Spirit's witness. 
 
 Many of those to whom his memory is most precious 
 are the people he lovingly warned when he thought 
 they were straying or drifting from the pat'i- c f righte- 
 ousness, and those with whose sorrows or diiziculties he 
 manifested a sincere sympathy. I have known those 
 also who have been annoyed when he addressed them 
 pointedly upon the topic which was ever near his heart 
 and lips. One said to me a short time ago, " 1 used 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 to go away and weep after he talked so straight to me, 
 but I am glad he did speak so, I am better for it now." 
 
 I have met many who with tears streaming down 
 their cheeks have blessed him, and who to-day look 
 back and say, " Yes, I am glad he ever dealt with me 
 so earnestly about my soul's welfare," 
 
 He believed in a Gospel of hope for the hopeless, 
 none were too far removed from purity, God and 
 heaven — to his mind — to be beyond the reach of mere}' 
 through the atonement of Christ. He had a keen 
 realization of >.he great cost to the Son of God in thus 
 giving Himself and shedding Mis blood as a panacea 
 for the sins and transgressions of a lost world. 
 
 In 1892-93 the Men's Social Department was first 
 inaugurated in the Territory. There had been a proces- 
 sion of men out of work headed by the black flag, and 
 there was great distress in the Queen City. Commis- 
 sioner Adams had decided that some relief must be 
 given at once, and immediately a .soup kitchen was 
 started in the Temple basement. Shortly after this 
 the first Prison Gate Home was opened. Many poor 
 men came to the Temple seeking amelioration, tem- 
 poral and spiritual. It was no uncommon thing when 
 an unhappy specimen of the needy crowd came sham- 
 bling up the steps to "speak to the Captain," — said 
 Captain being the designation of the Salvation Army 
 in general or any member of it in particular — to hear 
 the remark : 
 
 Just go up to Stafif-Captain Read — just off the third 
 corridor to the left. He'll pray with you." 
 
 I have never known him either as Editor, Divisional 
 Officer, Provincial Officer, or while occupying any^ther 
 capacity, too busy to pray with anyone. Many touch- 
 ing stories I might tell of those blessed victorious days, 
 bu<" I will just mention two. Both are of men worsted 
 in life's conflict by indulgence in the intoxicating cup. 
 
 One, a poor fellow who with shattered health, bleared 
 
EDITOR AND WRITER. 
 
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 eyes and sliabby clothes, stumbled into his office one 
 day. 
 
 " Say, Captain, if it was not for what comes after I 
 would plunge into that bay yonder," indicating with 
 his hand the Toronto Harbor to the south. 
 
 The man was in despair, had no hope for time or 
 eternity, but a new ambition was created in his breast 
 before he left that littte room, and he was lovinj^ly 
 pointed to the Lamb of God who "takes away the sin 
 of the world." 
 
 The second is of even deeper interest: 
 
 One morning a fine, intelligent young fellow came 
 into the Editor's busy room. His face bore evidences 
 of the great mental struggle through which he had 
 been passing. 
 
 " Oh," he exclaimed, " I want you to jjray for me." 
 
 Then he told, amid signs of intense remorse, the 
 cause of his downfall — for he w; > a drunkard and con- 
 vict. Strong drink, too, in his case was the cause of 
 all the disappointment that had come into his own life 
 and blighted his brightest prospects, destroyed his 
 fondest hopes, and whitened his mother's hair prema- 
 turely. Inebriety had led him into violation of his 
 country's laws, and, in ct^nsecjuence, incarceration in a 
 prison cell. So desperate had he felt, that once during 
 his imprisonment he had attempted to end his own 
 existence. Fortunately for him, the guard had come 
 to his iron bars just in time to cut the strip of blanket 
 with which he was trying to hang himself, and saved 
 his life. Shame and regret followed this rash attemi)t 
 to plunge himself into eternit)-, and he made up his 
 mind to seek divine power as soon as he had an 
 opportunity to do so. 
 
 Staff-Caj)tain Read had rendered some little kind 
 service to his mother, and the son, therefore, as soon 
 as released from })ris(jn, rushed to the Tem{)le to ask 
 his mother's benefactor to pray for him. It was a 
 struggle, his enemy had so long held sway, but pens 
 
50 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 and papers were laid aside, and the members of the 
 War Cry staff pleaded for his soul. At last he 
 triunnphed, he rose from the chair at which he knelt a 
 free man in Christ Jesrs. 
 
 He was very f^rateful for the interest manifested in 
 his welfare, and made a little horse-hair watchguard 
 as a token of his gratitude. It is one of the most 
 precious treasures given me by my dear husband, and 
 has been worn ever since, reminding me whenever I 
 look at it of the marvellous power that emancipates 
 from the thraldom of debasing appetites, and of the 
 consecrated devotion of one who in the rush of the 
 most important duties, was always ready to offer a 
 petition for and " lend a hand " to the rescuing of 
 human derelicts tossing on sin's turbulent ocean. 
 
 " He who hath never a conflict hath never a victor's palm, 
 And only the toilers know the sweetness of rest and calm." 
 
 — F. R. H. 
 
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HOME LIFE. 
 
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 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 HOME LIFE. 
 
 fOYS OF HOME. 
 
 " Sweet are the joys of home 
 
 And pure as sweet ; for they 
 Like dew of morn arrd evttiing come^ 
 To make and close the day. 
 
 J.ife^s charities, like light, 
 
 spread smilingly ajar ; 
 But stars approached, become more bright, 
 
 And home is lifers own star. 
 
 7'he pilgrim'' s step in vain 
 
 Seeks Edeti's sacred ground I 
 But in homers holy Joys again 
 
 An Eden may be found." 
 
 — John Bowrino. 
 
 A little blue silk banner, emblazoned with gilt let- 
 ters, now much faded, has hung upon the walls of our 
 home ever since it was first established on the 14th of 
 May, 1890. It bears the simple inscription: "The 
 Kingdom First," a motto which has meant much in 
 the formation of character in at least two lives. 
 
 About ten or eleven years ago, in a large Council of 
 Officers in Toronto, Commissioner Coombs talked 
 with special unction upon the responsibility resting 
 upon all present in their relationship to their work in 
 the Army and their interest in building up Christ's 
 earthly kingdom. Many, in fact the majority of the 
 listeners, were young and inexperienced — mere " girls 
 and boys," and the Commissioner laid down the lines 
 of definite consecration in a maimer th.at was unmis- 
 takable in its clear-cut, emphatic truth. He took for 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 the subject of his remarks the text : " Seek first the 
 Kingdom of God," abbreviating the verse to the con- 
 cise motto, "The Kingdom First." 
 
 KneeHng before God, unconscious of the hundreds 
 of kneeling forms about me — many of whom were 
 doubtless entering into a similar contract — I made 
 those words the watchword of my life, making up my 
 mind that their spirit and purport should be the 
 actuating motive controlling and directing every ' .u»-e 
 step. 
 
 When we were married — even earlier in our history 
 than that, when we became engaged — those three 
 words were chosen by us unitedly to express the prin- 
 ciple that was to be adhered to in the government of 
 our live':, public or private. We never anticipated 
 that our consecration on this point would be tested as 
 for years it was. We hoped that we might spend all 
 our days in the companionship and fellowship of each 
 other's society. But our lives were given to God first, 
 then to each other. 
 
 That was what we understood by the solemn 
 covenant upon which we entered when, before three 
 thousand people, we were married on the platform of 
 the Temple under the folds of the flag of yellow, red 
 and blue. 
 
 From two or three typical letters from my fiancee, 
 an idea may be formed as to the way he looked upon 
 our union and the future, and show also that his ever 
 living, burning desire was to give the interest of God's 
 work the pre-eminence in our lives. 
 
 I was leading some special meetings on behalf of 
 the Rescue Work in Windsor and Essex in Ajjril, 
 1890, and in writing to me he said : 
 
 ••lam so much rejoiced at the great success of your meetings at 
 Windsor. I do continue to bear you up to the Throne, dearest. I sent 
 you a JVar Cry, did ycu Hke it ? A wire from the Commissioner says 
 he is so pleased with it and thinks it a beauty. So do I, and give glory 
 
 to Jesus Oh I I do want to be more than ever useful in 
 
 God's service, and, I am sure, darling, that you will be a great blessing 
 
HOME LIFE. 
 
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 li 
 
 and help to me. In fact, we'll live to help each oth.T, so that God 
 shall have the benefit of our united lives." 
 
 An extract from a letter a few days later : 
 
 •'My Dearest Blanche,— * The Lord, thy God, He it is that 
 goeth before thee to fight thy battles for thee.' 
 
 " Of course, we have boih p oved this times without number, have 
 we not? April 5th ! How quickly the time is going by, and how near 
 the day of our happiness is drawing. Oh ! my continued prayer is, dear 
 Blanche, that, whereas we have been useful to God in the past, we shall 
 be doubly so in the future. I am sure we shall, for in counselling and 
 helping each other we shall be so much more materially pushing ahead the 
 battle. . . . The war is so real and earnest that we dare not lag, 
 but we must be all alive and all on fire for the salvation of the millions 
 who, as yet, know nothing of a Jesus who can and will save them. 
 Union is and shall be to us great strength." 
 
 Again, May 6th, in a note to me at home : 
 
 "MyDarlinc, — I have not felt very well to-day. Had chilly, 
 trembling feeling, but no doubt it will wear off and I shall be all right. 
 I have been hard at it to-day doing my level best for 
 Jesus, and He has come to my aid. Because He is at my right hand I 
 have not been moved. . . . Captain Laird's funeral was the most 
 impressive and solemn cortege I ever gazed upon — will tell you about it 
 to-night. ... As far as I know now my whole strength of soul 
 and mind shall be devoted to bless and help you so long as life shall 
 last 
 
 " Darling, I am more than ever confident Jesus shall be King of our 
 home. He shall preside at the table. His presence shall continually 
 l)e felt, and the Ebenezer altar shall daily be reared. . . . Shall be 
 
 up about 7 or 7.30 I am getting my work well ahead for 
 
 next week 
 
 "Love to dear mother, father and all the rest. 
 
 "In haste." Ever your true, loving Johnnie. 
 
 A week before the day of our marriage, in a note, 
 he .said : 
 
 "As far as I am concerned, darling, I will make the devil tremble 
 more than ever after our marriage, and whenever I look into your dear 
 face and eyes I read there such a determination to spread l)roadcast the 
 glorious news of the salvation of (iod. Therefore, with such a union, 
 what great things we ought to accomplish in the name of Jesus. With 
 you lifting up my arms and with me holding up yours, mighty battles 
 shall be fought and mighty victories shall be gained. ' The Kingdom 
 first and only ' shall ever be our motto, and we shall go forward fearing 
 nothing." 
 
 Adjutant Will Vcalc (promoted to heaven three 
 
 
54 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 months after) with my sister, Miss Ella Goodall, sup- 
 ported us on the platform at our weddinj;^. In writinj^ 
 to Adjutant Veale respecting this little service, he 
 says : 
 
 ** I do believe, dear Will, this union is divinely arranged, and that 
 we shall unitedly be a blessing to each other and to the War.'' 
 
 These few paragraj^hs show the trend of John's de- 
 sire, and from the first we strove to attain to our ideal 
 in this respect. We hcljicd each other and shared 
 each other's burdens, and were very ha])py in our 
 mutual confidence, our love to God and our beloved 
 Army service. 
 
 From his diary after our marriage : 
 
 Wednesday, July i6, 1890. — Got to work at 7.30. This was a 
 grand day to my soul. Oh, how sweet my work has been, Jesus has 
 stood by me and helped me so much. Is He not at my right hand' 
 Dear Blanche cheered my little office by her sweet presence. 
 I did quite a bit of literary work to-night with my Blanche working with 
 me at the same table. Hallelujah t-o Jesus forever. Oh, how good 
 God is ! 
 
 Thursday, July 17, rSgo. — Up early this morning and went to work 
 with a good heart. Dear Blanche kissed me good-bye. I love her 
 more and more. Jesus is such a divine reality to me. Bless His dear 
 Name, He's the Lily of the Valley to my soul. I had a letter from 
 Commissioner Adams to-day, also one from Stafl-Captain W. Tearce, 
 of Australia. Both cheered me very much Dear Blanche had such a 
 nice supper ready for me to-night, and I enjoyed it, too. Both worked 
 together with a will after su])per at the special Rescue Cry. God has 
 been so good to me I cannot help but love Him for all His goodness. 
 
 Fru^AY, July 18, 1890. — The dear Lord was all around me manifest- 
 ing Himself to me in a wonderful way. I wrote to Commissioner Adams 
 to-day. In fact, it was a day of great blessing to my soul. I got to 
 work at 7.30 
 
 After supper Captain Carpenter, on behalf of the Headquarters Offi- 
 cers, gave us a pleasant surprise by bringing in a beautiful valise for a 
 wedding present. Just what we needed. The War Office Stafl' presented 
 it. God bless them ! 
 
 So the months rolled by. I remember saying to my 
 husband one day (we had been married a year and a 
 half then) : 
 
 "It seems as if everyone has trouble and sorrow 
 except ourselves. There is no cloud across our sky, 
 
HOME LIFE. 
 
 55 
 
 and our lives seem to flow on without a ripple to dis- 
 turb them." 
 
 There came a sad day afterwards. A dark shadow 
 had crossed the threshold of our peaceful little home, 
 and a tiny c^rave in Mount Pleasant marked the cause 
 of our loneliness and tears. My dear husband wept 
 bitterly in his disappointment, for he passionately 
 loved children, but he knelt in prayer and said : 
 " Our hearts are torn, but we feel, Lord Jesus, it is Thy 
 will — we bow to it." 
 
 I will again reluctantly draw aside the curtain, and 
 by a few extracts from his letters and diaries give a 
 passing glimpse into the sacred privacy of our home 
 life as he revealed it by his pen, feeling sure that our 
 life was typictxi of the lives of thousands of Army 
 Officers throughout the ranks of the world-wide Salva- 
 tion Army. 
 
 From his diary early in 1891 : 
 
 Thursday, Jan. 8, 1891. — I cannot thank God enough for His gift 
 to me in my Blanchie. I came into the oflice singing " I have loved 
 and lived with Jesus for many a year," confult-nt of a day of great vic- 
 tory. Jesus is good to my soul. Dear Blanche visited the Childrens' 
 Shelter, and we both went to the Prison Gate Home for a meeting with 
 the ex-prisoneis God bless them. Had a very precious time with 
 Captain and Mrs. Dawson talking over the Salvation War. We went 
 to the Home full of faith. One dear fellow knelt at the Cross and cried 
 for mercy. Oh, how our hearts were cheered. We got home at 1 1 30, 
 very tired, but thankful that God had helped us to do something for 
 Him. Hallelujah I 
 
 Friday, Jan. 9, 1891. — I left the office early to day and gr ' home to 
 dinner with dear Blanciie. Chopped wood, read copy for I'Fur Cry and 
 Young Soldier and enjoyed it. Darling Blanche had a fearful headache 
 (neuralgia), she suffered much during the night but the dear Lord 
 sustained her. It made me heart-sick to see^ her 'suffer so. . . . 
 My way is illuminated by the Cross of Calvary. Liijht has come into 
 heart and joy and peace. 
 
 Monday, Jan. 12, 1891. — We got to the Brampton depot in time 
 for the early train. Reached the city at nine. I got to the office 
 at 10.50, after having lit the fires for dear Blanche I felt so refreshed 
 for the day's work after the Sunday's fight. Blanchie came down to 
 the city to-day In all my work I found Jesus to be so near at hand. 
 God blessed Joe (sub-Editor) and me at noon knee-drill. 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 Thursday, Jan. 15, 1891. — Dear Blanche went out visiting to-day 
 and had a good time with Staff-Captain Mrs. Fisher. I worked very 
 hard indeed to-day but the dear Lord blessed me in all that I put my 
 hand to. Blanche and I left the Temple together for Dovercourt Road 
 (mother's home) where we had tea It is good to dwell together in 
 unity. Oh, that I may daily grow into His likeness. God has enabled 
 me to walk before him blameless to-day. My labor has been sweet. 
 Glory be to God forever ! 
 
 Thursday, Jan. 22, 1891. — I left the office early (noon) because I 
 wanted to go to the depot with dear Blanchie who went to Laurel en 
 route for Shelbourne (to Mrs. Gray). The house feels so lonely with- 
 out her. After she had gone by the 5 pm. train I went down to the 
 office and got the Young Soldier ready for the printers' hands and got 
 home at 9 30 p m. 
 
 Monday, Feb. 2, 1891. — To-night I went up to the Children's 
 Shelter. Dear Blanche had been there all day and I so much enjoyed 
 the visit. The picture of the dear little children as they sang, prayed 
 and spoke was beautiful in the extreme. I shall not soon forget it. 
 
 Thursday, Feb. 12, 1891. — This was a good day to my soul. After 
 working hard all day darling Blanche and I went to Mother Florence's 
 to tea. Then Blanche went over to the Rescue Home to a meeting 
 and I met her and together we went to our little home on Cross Street. 
 Oh, what a blessing to have clothes to wear and a roof to cover one and 
 every other good gift. Hallelujah forever ! Miss Neal and dear 
 Blanche went collecting for soup kitchen this afternaon. 
 
 Friday, Feb. 13, 1891. — Soup given away at the Temple. Dear 
 Blanche was down to-day and helped me with the reading of the proofs. 
 Brigadier Margetts came irv-to talk over the matter about Staff-Captain 
 Ashton staying at our hoaSe We were only too pleased to accede to 
 his request. . . . How we rejoiced at seeing the dear men fed at 
 the Temple. They enjoyed the soup. , . . Our dear Commissioner 
 will get rewarded for his kindness. 
 
 Wkdnksday, June 17, 1891. — God is such a loving, living, divine 
 reality to my soul. My dear Blanche came in to-day and I felt it good 
 to see her. Oh, how precious Jesus is. He leads me every day, Ht 
 does carry all my burdens all along the narrow way. Mr. Goodall's 
 birthday to-day. All the f'.mily were at home to tea. He got a good 
 easy chair for his birthday gift. He seemed so pleased to have us 
 there. God bless him ! How good it is to cheer other people. Dr. 
 Elliott, an old friend of Mr. Goodall's came in to see him. Oh, how 
 good God is ! 
 
 Friday, Jan. 15, 1802. — Both dear Blanche and I have felt very 
 much of the joy that comes through working for Jesus. He carries all 
 our burdens all along the narrow way. Bless His dear name. We were 
 so very busy this evening that we could not go to the usual Headquarters 
 meeting. However the dear Lord blessed us while proof-reading. 
 Everything in Jesus, all complete I stand. We did not reach home 
 (12 Cross Street) until nine o'clock to-night having put in a long hard 
 day for the Master. 
 
HOME LIFE. 
 
 57 
 
 John Read was always a strong believer in the 
 Divine call of womanhood to share in building up the 
 walls of the Spiritual Jerusalem. He was sure that 
 she had a mission to fulfill and was always delighted 
 to see her try and do it, and was ever ready to 
 encourage the trembling members of the " weaker 
 sex " to make the most of every privilege and oppor- 
 tunity of doing so. 
 
 From the earliest days of our wedded life he was 
 always willing, when the duties of my position made 
 it necessary, for me to go from home on tours in con- 
 nection with my work. I was appointed Rescue 
 Secretary for the Dominion in 1891, and he thus 
 writes of one of my early campaigns : 
 
 Tuesday, Jan. 26, 1892 — Up bright and early this morning. Dear 
 Blanche went off on her tour starting at Parkdale station to Stroud. 
 I went with her to the dep it to see her off, praying that the dear Lord 
 will give her a wonderful lime all round. We believe He will. Oh, 
 how good He is ! I really feel very lonely seeing that my dear wife is 
 gone, but it is all for Jesus' sake, he will help me in all things whatso- 
 ever I do. 
 
 From a letter written the next day : 
 
 '* Now, dear, I am very anxious indeed to know the result of the 
 Barrie meetings as soon as you get through with them. Is there any- 
 thing I could send you ? I shall get you one of those copying books as 
 soon as possible so that you can keep a correct copy of all your letters. 
 This will be a big boon to you. Now, darling, I really do feel lonely, 
 more so than I thought, but Jesus is with us both and He will carry us 
 right through till we meet again. I have received a letter from Captain 
 Jones, of Owen Sound, saying that he wants a list of the meetings so 
 that I will make one out and send it to you for correction, and then you 
 can send it to him. Oh, I wish I could see you, dearie, but we must 
 suffer this cross for Jesus' sake. I do feel that God is going to give you 
 great victories all round. I shall pray much for it. 
 
 "Cadet House (ray Secretary) was in this morning asking if you 
 left any message. I advised her to write to the ministers at Owen 
 Sound as she did to the others, and I will tell Captain Jones when 
 writing to-day. We must make these meetings a Ing success. God will 
 help us. I have not had any proofs of your Rescue Book yet but 
 may have some before night. Rest assured, dear, you shall get a first 
 copy, also proof of next eight [lages of the Cry, Now, I am anxiously 
 looking for more news from you, don't fail to write and let me know 
 what you want." 
 
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58 JOHN READ. 
 
 Another peep or two into the sweet, happy home- 
 life : 
 
 Monday, April i8, 1892 — We all went up to mother's at Dover- 
 court road to-night, a farewell to dear ?>ank and Annie. We had a 
 precious little time together, and then Blanche and I, Ilamie and Millie 
 went down tc the Depot with them to see them off to Ouawa, Montreal 
 and Boston. We committed them to the Lord in the front parlor at 
 Dovcrcourt road God is going with them to dark Africa. 
 
 Friday, May 6, 1892. — I came home early this afiernoon, being 
 tired and worn out. Dear Blanche also came home. At six dear 
 mother came to supper and we spent a very pleasant time together. It 
 is good for brethren to dwell together in unity. It is like the precious 
 ointment upon the head of Aaron. 
 
 And when the great sorrow and disappointment of 
 our lives came, and my brave husband had to abandon 
 the travelling in the North-VVest Province almost en- 
 tirely, he was ahvays anxious for me to be at the front. 
 It was a source of great comfort to him that I was 
 able to be much on the field, though it often meant 
 leaving him in his very weak condition. And for the 
 last three years, since I have been Secretary to Field 
 Commissioner Miss Booth for the Women's Social 
 Department, and he, gradually through failing health, 
 has had to relinquish one responsibility after another, 
 he has often said to me : " What a blessing that you 
 can go on with the War. It is bad enough for me to 
 be unable to take my place — I am glad you can still 
 be engaged in the work." 
 
 When I have i)rotested and expressed my great 
 reluctance to leave him in times of suffering, he has 
 always insisted : " No, no — never mind me, I shall be 
 all right." 
 
 There is one thing I want to say in recognition of 
 the wonderful Father-love as well as God-love shown 
 towards us by the Lord. That until my last absence 
 from home in the Maritime Provinces and Newfound- 
 land, in June, 1898, my dear husband never had a 
 serious relapse of his malady while I was away from 
 his side. Blessed Providence ! 
 
HOME LIFE. 
 
 59 
 
 With a few quotations from his diaries and his 
 letters to me, I must again draw the curtain over the 
 most powerful evidence of John Read's consecration 
 to the salvation of souls and the work of the Army, 
 and leave the unwritten record of his self-sacrificing 
 love to his God and his fellow-men until that day 
 when the " Book of Remembrance " will be opened 
 and every good work shall be revealed, and men shall 
 be rewarded according as their deeds have been. 
 
 Diaries : 
 
 Saturday, May 28, 1898. — This has been a busy and notable day. 
 Bla"nchie was so busy getting ready for her Eastern journey. Things 
 went a little crooked, but it was all right in the end. She got off 
 all O.K. I got a bit flurried — re the trunk key. We went to 145 for 
 tea. Then mother, Ella, Bert, Ada and myself, went to the depot to see 
 her off at 9. 30. She felt it much. So did I. Mizpah. I was tired 
 to-night 
 
 Monday, May 30, 1898. — Blanchieat Montreal all day. I felt fairly 
 well to-day. I took Violet down to 145 once. She does enjoy it so 
 much, she feels so well and strong. I (elt fairly well, but have some 
 bad symptoms at times. Lord help me and heal me ! Again I wrote 
 to Blanche. God is my refuge. Heaven is my home. Ella here again 
 to-night. Lord lay Thy hand upon me. Do ! Do ! Do ! Do ! 
 
 Monday, June 6, 1898. — Blanche at St. John, N.B. I have been at 
 home all day. Took Violet across to 145 this afternoon. My pain is a bit 
 easier My new medicine Peruviana came from the States to-day — 
 express 90c., duty $2.50, car fare loc. — terribly expensive ! Lord, may 
 it do me good. I sincerely hope it will. Got a letter from Blanche 
 to-day, also one from Ensign Pugh. I wrote to Blanche. She is having 
 a good time. Bless her heart ! 
 
 Friday, June 17, 1898 — I wrote to Blanche, got a wire from her to- 
 day in relation to her going to Newfoundland. I wired her to go by 
 all means. 
 
 lie also wrote me : 
 
 "Now, with regard to your going to Newfoundland, by all means^ 
 dearie, make your plans to go. Vou must keep up your spirits and be 
 careful to take care of your health, for you will need all your strength 
 when you get to Newfoundland. Be sure and give them my love, and 
 tell them how much I should like to come there and live and die with 
 them. I would gladly come if I had my health back again. Dear old 
 Newfoundland ! ' 
 
 Also on June 7th he wrote : 
 
 "Time goes on slowly but surely. It is a long time yet ere we shall 
 see your face again. We talk so much about you and pray for you. I 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 am fairly well for me, but not what I want to be, being very weak in- 
 deed at times. It is rather lonely here at home, too, with you away, 
 but I must bear it like a man. Dear Utile Violet has been over at 145 
 nearly all the morning with Gracie, and Kmma has just gone to get her, 
 so that she may have her sleep in the afternoon. She is such an inter- 
 esting little darling, and so good. I am feeling quite sick to-day. 
 Hope it will wear off. Have just written a letter to the Colonel saying 
 I am not so well. However, dear, do not trouble, I am in the dear 
 Lord's hands, who doeth all things well. 
 
 " Hope you have had a good time in Moncton, and that the rest of 
 your tour will be much blessed of God. 
 
 *' Adjutant Page is not back yet. It will not seem so lonely when the 
 Adjutant returns horn?. These seperations would be unbearable did 
 we not feel they \\ ere for the sake of Jesus. This is how I feel at least. 
 Love beareth all things, endureth all things, so that if we have love, as 
 we have, we must bear up and endure hardship as good soldiers. It is 
 far better than living only a selfish life." 
 
 That was ever his desire. He certainly proved in 
 his home life the possibility of giving his Lord in all 
 things the pre-eminence. 
 
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N EWl- u U N DLAND WARFARE. 
 
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 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 NFAVFOUNDLAND WARFARE. 
 
 " My life is not my own but Christ'' s^ who gave it. 
 And He bestows it upon all the race ; 
 I lose it for His sake ani thus I save it ; 
 I hold it close but only to expend it ; 
 Accept it Lord for others through Thy Grace." 
 
 " Read, I am thinking of giving Mrs. Read and 
 yourself a change of work." 
 
 So spoke Commandant Booth as we sat in his office 
 after being pre-emtorily summoned for an important 
 interview. 
 
 " Yes, sir, at your service," repHed the Editor, for 
 though he loved his War Cry work he had often ex- 
 pressed a hope that at some future day we might have 
 an appointment in the field. 
 
 " I want you to take charge of Newfoundland, Mrs. 
 Read will have an opportunity of doing some rescue 
 work there also," the Commandant added, he thought, 
 and correctly too, that this information would add to 
 the attraction of the new command. 
 
 " Can you go at once ? When can you be ready ? 
 Staff-Captain Mclntyre has brought away his wife on 
 account of her health and has offered to return alone 
 for the winter, but I cannot allow him to make that 
 sacrifice, and I want you to take hold of the Self- 
 Denial Scheme at once," 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 Further conference took place with the result that 
 we left Toronto for the Sea-<^irt Isle on the ist of 
 October. Staff-Captain Read's journal entry for the 
 clay of this appointment is as follows : 
 
 Wkdnksday, Sept. 21, 1892.— Up with the lark, so grateful to God 
 for His goodness to me. My soul is all in a flame with Ilis divine love 
 and smile. I have l)y His grace lived this day alone for Him. Saw 
 the Commandant for a long time re Newfoundland. Yet another step 
 in our lives. Oh, how good God is ! Never shall I forget the prayer 
 he prayed in his room. God be with us in power. Went up to 
 Dovcrcourt Road to-night to tell the news of our appointment. Of 
 course, dear mother took the prosjiect of separation very hard Hamie 
 and Miliie both happened to be there at the same time. 
 
 We naturally felt badly leaving Headquarters. For 
 nearly five years we had been stationed there. We 
 loved our comrades, had enjoyed many blessed vic- 
 tories and much happy fellowship and sweet 
 communion witti them. Then we had seen the good 
 ship " Salvation Army " pass through some severe 
 storms of misunderstanding and misrepresentation. 
 The ship's timbers had strained, trembled and quivered 
 before the mighty rolling waves, but gallantly she had 
 bent her prow to their surging force and triumphantly 
 ridden the highest water mountain. 
 
 Army links of comradeship and affection are not 
 easily sundered and especially under such circum- 
 stances of testing. 
 
 Then there were the dear home friends graciously 
 lent us, for those few years, to be left behind, and, 
 altogether the separation had its underlying cross. 
 But we had heard much of the devotion of the New- 
 foundland troops and rushed forward with bright 
 anticipations for glorious conquests in the name of 
 our King. 
 
 At that time Newfoundland was not as eas\ ^^ 
 access as at the present time and we arri\ 
 Sydney, C.B. after travelling day and night to fii. »ur 
 steamer had left an hour-anfl-a-half previously, 'llicre 
 was nothing to do but wait patiently for a " Tramp " 
 
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NKWl OUNDLANP WARFARE. 63 
 
 steamer to convey us to our destination. After 
 watching two weeks at Sydney for a chance we sailed 
 from Cow Bay for Newfoundland. 
 
 The first thing that impressed us as we stepped upon 
 the steamer's deck in St. Johns harbor and waited for 
 the doctor to come abcjard, was the sound of hammers 
 verbrating and re-verbrating among the rocks causing 
 them to ring again with the unusual sound of industry. 
 
 The sight of the city as it stretched away to the 
 right was one not easily obliterated from one's 
 memory. A great devastating fire had swept across 
 the greater part of it the previous July, and all that re- 
 mained of some of its finest edifices were charred ruins 
 and the temporary buildings being erected. 
 
 As the traveller approaches St. Johns, the caj)ital, 
 he cannot but be impressed with the pictures(]uc 
 appearance of its wonderful natural harbor. In the 
 lofty iron-bound coast there suddenly pre.sents itself 
 to the voyager an opening in the rocky wall, as if by 
 some convulsion of nature the rampart had been rent 
 assunder and the ocean had come rushing in. Great 
 dark-red sandstone mountains piled in masses on a 
 grey slatestone foundation, guard the entrance on 
 either side. Away to the right of the " Narrows " is 
 an almost per{)cndicular precipice, on the highest 
 summit of which rises the crest of "Signal Hill," five 
 hundred feet above sea-level, where stands the block- 
 house for signalling vessels approaching the harbor. 
 On the left side the hill is even higher, and at its 
 rocky base a promontory juts out. On the highest 
 point the lighthouse is stationed. It is a scene of 
 sublimity not surpassed along the coast. Formerly 
 batteries armed with formidable guns rose amid the 
 clefts of these rocks, but the garrison has been with- 
 drawn and the cannon removed. In ten minutes after 
 leaving the wide sea, the steamer is safely moored in 
 the calm waters of a jxjrfectly land-locked harbor. I\ly 
 dear husband used this fact as an illustration once. 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 and wrote a stirring article upon the subject, an ex- 
 tract from which I cull in passing : 
 
 UNUSED FORTS AND POOR BACKSLIDERS. 
 
 '• Many have heard of that narrow neck of water leading into the St. 
 Johns, N F., Harbor, called "The Narrows" On either side rises 
 steep precipitous walls of weather-beaten rock. In one or two of the 
 niches of these rocks are still to be found the remains of what were once 
 strong fortresses. The small ramparts are still there. The rails on 
 which the guns used to revolve are there, but in a rusty condition. So 
 narrow is this piece of water that it would be a sorry day for a 
 raan-o'-war to atteflnpt an entrance to this land-locked harbor, 
 provided the fortifications are strong and good. Hut they are not. 
 Cannons have been removed ; soldiers have been withdrawn ; rampart 
 walls are tottering and decaying, and with ease could an enemy sail into 
 the quiet harbor, unless troop ships happened to be on hand, open fire 
 on and bombard the Colony's Capital, and cause bloodslied, ruin and 
 death on every hand. What a useless, powerless thing is an unfortified 
 fortress ! Such is the St. [ohns Narrows. 
 
 • • • • ■ 
 
 •• What about an unfortified soul ? Such Is the soul of the poor back- 
 slider. Once his heart was strong ; once he had power to resist and 
 repel the strongest temptation. Though an host encamped against him, 
 he feared not, because his armour was bright and his weapons were 
 strong. He was strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. 
 Thus he conquered. Now all is changed. The cannons of his soul 
 have been removed ; the ramparts have tottered ; his soul is black with 
 despair ; temptations overcome him. He yields to every foe, and the 
 ruin is complete. The devil's canonadc has wrought terrible work ; 
 the city is ■ 'oiled, and onward to despair he speeds, by his influence and 
 by his unhu.y life, taking thousands of others with him. Poor back- 
 slider ! 
 
 " What about the great army of backsliders? Like shattered hulks 
 they strew the shores of time ; they hinder poo: sinners from coming to 
 the Cross ; like waves of the sea tliey are driven and tossed, hungry, 
 starving, miserable and destitute, veritable stumbling blocks to those 
 w^o desira to be saved." 
 
 Newfoundland is the oldest colonial possession of 
 the British Crown, and occupies an im|)ortant place in 
 the marine world. Anchored off the American Con- 
 tinent, and stretching right across the Gulf of St. 
 Lawrence, reaching out its farthest point towards the 
 Eastern Hemispheres, it forms, as it weic, a stepping- 
 stone between the Old World and the New, and has 
 been marked out by many as the probable future 
 
NEWFOUNDLAND WARFARE. 6$ 
 
 travel route between the two Hemispheres. Its coasts 
 are penetrated deeply by the mighty Atlantic, and 
 some of its bays, coves and inlets make fine harbors 
 for the protection of the fisher-folks' craft. Miles of 
 rocky walls, from two hundred to three hundred feet 
 high in some places, with little veidure crowning their 
 summits, form its iron-bound coasts. Dark, massive 
 cliffs, magnificent in their grandeur, defend the Island 
 from the watery battalions which madly rush upon it, 
 driven by the pressure of the storm. Here and there 
 dark riecn forests dot the shores and hamlets. The 
 fisher folk line them with their " stages " and " fish- 
 flakes" for landing and drying codfish. The towns and 
 villages are situated chiefly on the coast line, the interior 
 as yet being little cultivated, but travellers and explorers 
 inform us there are vast resources for agricultural pur- 
 poses in the large tracts of excellent land not yet 
 utilized. 
 
 The general physique of the Newfoundlanders im- 
 presses one with the fact that they are a healthy, robust 
 race. No doubt the varic>us occupations engaged in by 
 the majority is answerable for this, which also testifies to 
 the purity of the air and the invigorating breezes which 
 blow so freshly from the salt water bed in which the 
 country lies. Employed as they are, mainly ii open- 
 air pursuits, they arc an energetic and coui geous 
 people, and as they have freer access to educational 
 advantages, are also competing successfully with the 
 foremost of other lands. 
 
 The principal industries of the Island, as is well 
 known, are the cod fisheries, seal fisheries and the 
 copper and iron mines. 
 
 While some, of course, are engaged in cultivating the 
 land and, in mercantile undertakings, the majority of 
 the people depend u[)on the sea for their livelihood. The 
 sea is their bountiful motiier. It is also the tomb of 
 many of thcir loved ones. Stories of wreck and 
 
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60 JOHN READ. 
 
 peril oftentimes form the topic of conversation round 
 the fisherman's fireside on a winter's night as the 
 sound of the ocean's distant roar falls upon their 
 ears. 
 
 Newfoundland's cod-fisheries are more extensive 
 than any others. Authority tells us that the 
 Arctic current, which washes the coasts of Labra- 
 dor and Newfoundland, chilling the atmosphere and 
 bearing on its bosom huge ice-argosies, is the source 
 of the vast fish wealth which has been drawn on for 
 ages, and which promises to continue for ages to come. 
 The men go away by the thousands to " The lianks " 
 and Labrador in the spring time, sometimes taking 
 their wives and little ones with them. In such cases 
 they live in temporary houses, and the wives help in 
 curing and drying the fish. When the wives stay at 
 home they attend to the garden and the home, and at 
 the end of the summer they have a nice store of vege- 
 tables for the winter, and watch eagerly for the return 
 of husband and son. If the season has been successful 
 and they reach home in safety with their vessel full of 
 " quintals " of fish, it is a time of great rejoicing, and 
 in the homes of the Salvationists, of thanksgiving and 
 praise to the God who holds the sea in the hollow of 
 Mis hand. While the season lasts the work is inces- 
 sant and laborious. 
 
 Earlier in the season — in February and March — 
 these hardy toilers hie them away to the scaling sta- 
 tions. The steamers are equipped for the accommo- 
 dation of from one hundred and fifty to three 
 hundred men, with great spaces in the ship's hold for 
 the seal oil, etc. They leave the city and various 
 out-harbors, and steer away northward till they reach 
 the icy wilderness, which, agitated by the swell of the 
 Atlantic,' threatens destruction to all invaders. But 
 these hunters are quite fearless among the bergs. 
 They are quite accustomed to do battle with the floes 
 and crashing ice-mountains, and undauntedly dash 
 
NEWFOUNDIANI) WARFARE. 
 
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 into the ice whenever an opening presents itself, in 
 search of their prey. 
 
 The surface of the ice-field is rugged and broken 
 rising frequently to steep hillocks and ridges, in 
 fact, as the Ancient Mariner tells us : 
 
 " The ice was here, the ice was there. 
 
 The ice was all around ; 
 It cracked and growled and roared and howled, 
 
 Like voices in a swound." 
 
 Under the pressure of the raging storm, it some- 
 times happens that the ice is " rafted," as the sealers 
 call it — that is, the fragments which are dashed up by 
 the upheavals of the serging waves are piled in layers, 
 one over the other, to the height of forty feet, being 
 lifted by the swell and hurled as if from catapults. 
 
 How fearful the condition of the unfortunate vessel 
 that comes within the range of those terrible missils ! 
 Sometimes the gigantic ice-berg takes part in the fray, 
 and with the roaring of the blinding snow-storm, a 
 scene of great confusion ensues. Happily these rag- 
 ing storms are not of very frequent occurrence. The 
 sea is mostly at rest, and then the ice-fields present a 
 scene of marvellous beauty. 
 
 Beneath the mild light of the moon aided by the 
 glittering stars and flickering aurora, are the glories 
 revealed, especially after a wild storm. An immense 
 curtain of light spreads the sky like a huge canopy, 
 waving its changing colors of every imaginable tint 
 from side to side c *he great overarching dome. 
 
 The outfit of the sealers is of the simplest descrip- 
 tion. Sealskin boots, reaching to the knee, having a 
 thick leather sole ; a strong canvas jacket is worn over 
 warm woollen under garments. A sealskin ca[), and 
 tweed and tiK^leskin trousers complete the costume, 
 v/hich is the most picturesque. They endiu'e the 
 severest hartlshii)s, and are often eight or ten weeks 
 without seeing the land. Their fooil is of the [)lainest, 
 consisting chiefly of biscuit, pork, tea and "duff." 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 They also use the fresh flesh of the seal, this being 
 highly conducive to health and a safeguard against 
 scurvey. There is usually very little sickness among 
 them, and they return home well and hearty after 
 their trying and arduous labor. 
 
 This then was the country and these the people 
 whom we went with loving eagerness to serve. 
 
 We were immediately at home with these warm- 
 hearted enthusiastic folk, and just after our arrival, 
 bef-^re the winter season made travelling from the 
 northern part of the island an impossibility, we had 
 our first Officers' Council. I wrote my dear mother in 
 Toronto a description of this from " my point of view " : 
 
 "Johnnie is in the midst of rush these clays. The officers are coming 
 in from all directions to the council which will really commence on 
 Friday by a welcome tea. There are in all, I think, about sixty besides 
 the new cadets coming. Johnnie is seeing them all personally before 
 the meetings and then on business after the council is over. I have 
 seen quite a few of the officers and they gave me a real cordial 
 welcome. . . . 
 
 ' ' I am sure you will be glad to know they seem to want us, dear 
 mothar. 
 
 " I am having a meeting with the girls on Monday, I want to be a 
 blessing to them, they do need someone One Lieutenant has told me 
 to-day she has been alone four months, and has been stationed in a place 
 where she had to walk twenty miles to get a boat to bring her here. 
 This place is two hundred miles away, so you see they do need a little 
 encouragement, do they not ? . . . 
 
 "The little mission l)oat, ' Glad Tidings,' is in. They have had a 
 good summer. The Captain is coming here to-morrow to be ' inter- 
 viewed ' so watch for a report in the IVar Cry. I have not seen the 
 boat but may go down to the harbor some day soon. I am sending a 
 local paper with a notice about it, also two others giving an account of 
 the "Deep Sea Mission" or work on the Labrador coast. I thought 
 papa might like to read it and it will give you an idea of the hardshi|is 
 some of our poor soldiers have to e-ndure." 
 
 It was not long before my dear husband was on the 
 field conducting meetings, cheering our own workers 
 and making arrangements for new openings in some 
 of the out-harbors. The first great effort was the 
 piloting of our yearly Self-Denial scheme. 
 
 The dear officers, soldiers and friends toiled with 
 dauntless energy and a glorious achievement was the 
 
NEWl'OUNDLAND WARFARE. 69 
 
 result. I could fill a book with stories touching and 
 beautiful of the sacrifice of these dear Newfound- 
 landers. 
 
 Durin^^ the month of January, 1893, Commandant 
 Booth visited the Island and conducted gatherings 
 unprecedented in the history of the Army there. 
 
 Many volumes might be filled with the interesting 
 events of those useful and active months of my hus- 
 band's warfare in Newfoundland. However, I cannot 
 pass on without mentioning one or two occasions 
 similar to experiences which are the ordinary occur- 
 rences in the lives of the devoted Army warriors in 
 the island we loved so much. 
 
 It was his first visit to the west coast which is most 
 difficult of access. He desired to visit a place named 
 Garnish. 
 
 The only way he could reach it was from the coast, 
 by walking twenty miles across a bleak, barren 
 country, but he had promised to go, and they 
 had so few visitors in thatisolated spot. Nothing 
 daunted his ardor or deterred him from carrying 
 out his plans. When he thought, too, of the 
 disappointment ot the dear ftjlks there, he made 
 up his mind to attempt the journey. The way 
 was very rough and there had been a heavy fall of 
 snow previously. After two miles of most trying 
 pedestrianism they stopped at the one little lonely cot- 
 tage in this deserted Itjcality to hire, if [possible, a 
 horse and sleigh. The little Newfoundland pony was, 
 however, unequal to the task of [ilodding thnnigh the 
 snow, and, after a short distance, thc^y had to return 
 him to his owner. There w{is only two alternatives — 
 retrace their steps, or walk the remaining seventc^en or 
 eighteen miles. But they were not of the "turning- 
 back" nature; the comrades of Garnish must not be 
 disappointed, to Garnish they would go. After the 
 first few miles, my husband had to lift one foot after 
 another with the assistance of his hands. The last 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 two or three milvLa Ms strength failed altogether, and 
 the kind, brave men accompanying him carried him 
 between them. They arrived at Garnish, but the 
 Staff-Captain could not stand on his feet, so led the 
 soldiers meeting and talked to the Salvationists, lying 
 upon the sofa in the officers' quarters. 
 
 The soldiers had a regular Newfoundland time of 
 rejoicing, singing and dancing to the accompaniment 
 of his concertina. 
 
 As a result of this experience, he lost his toe-nails, 
 and I have seen him walk the floor hour after hour 
 with the agony of the pain which kept him from 
 sleeping after each of his walking expeditions. These 
 things he never mentioned to any one, for it was a 
 delight to visit the appreciative people all over the 
 Island. 
 
 The dear officers in the different outports constantly 
 walk these lengthy distances to their appointments, 
 but my husband was unaccustomed to it, and evidently 
 was not strong enough to stand it. He was storm- 
 bound two weeks at this time, as the sea was too 
 tempest-tossed on the west coast for the mail boats 
 even to anchor outside the harbor of Burin and Grand 
 Bank. 
 
 My husband was a great believer in visitation — 
 going to people in their own homes — not so much for 
 a social chat as to hold direct conversations with those 
 visited on subjects of soul-interest. Whenever in a 
 position to do this, it was always his pleasure to visit 
 either sick, sad or sinful. In Newfoundland he visited 
 much in the moments between travelling, corres[)ond- 
 ence and meetings. I will give just one of his many 
 personal reminiscences ; 
 
 *' In one ht)use we entered a mother had lost a husband and two sons. 
 Early one morning she wished them good-bye, but they have never re- 
 turned, nor will she see them until ' the greedy sea will yield up her 
 dead.' They went seal-hunting, but were drowned during a fierce 
 snow-storm wIncIi sprang up in a few minutes. No wonder this dear 
 mother liked to be visited in her loneliness and sorrow." 
 
NEWFOUNDLAND WARFARE. 
 
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 He referred to this sort of thiiif^ frequently in his 
 diaries. While visiting Trinity Bay on April 26, 1893, 
 he says : 
 
 *' Had a good spiritual time round the breakfast table this morning 
 Glory ! My soul was richly blessed as I walked around the village antl 
 visited six families with Captain Freeman and his Lieutenant Oh, 
 how hungry and starving jieople are for things of eternity ! Many un- 
 saved ones we found in the houses we visited." 
 
 Saturday, April 29, 1893. —Oh, my soul got blessed this morning 
 as I went with the officers and visited several homes. Such harrowing 
 tales of sorrow and woe were poured into our ears of the losses by 
 water. What a place Newfoundland is ! 
 
 Another reference to this tour : 
 
 Monday, May i, 189,3. — Very cold day indeed. Captain Freeman 
 and I started out for Catalina, a distance of eighteen miles. First mile 
 on water in an open boat, very rough. Oh, what a terrible walk was 
 that journey ! After going eleven miles came to a half-way house into 
 which we entered, made a fire and got warmed, then went on again, 
 arriving at Catalina at 7.30, having started at 10 a.m. Could scarcely 
 move when we got to the quarters. 
 
 Wednesday, May 10, 1893. — Could not sleep all last night. The 
 sea raged quite a bit, and the captain at one time had to 
 have the vessel run through a big floe of ice. It was a terrible trip 
 indeed from Trinity. After beating about for hours, reached St. 
 Johns harbor at four o'clock. Captains Payne and Tilley were on the 
 wharf to meet us, and jileased I was to see them. Oh, how glad I was ! 
 I got very sick on reaching home and went to bed directly. The dear 
 Lord is always near in every time of need Bless Ilim ! How glad I 
 was to see and kiss dear Blanche and Winnie ! 
 
 The Commandant wrote to the Cry at that time of 
 the work in the Island, from which the following will 
 be interesting : 
 
 "Staff-Captain Read has been having great times in that pet colony 
 of mine — Newfoundland. In a letter to me he says : ' I have just re- 
 turned from a tour north around Trinity and Bonavista Bays. In all, I 
 walked fifty-four miles in order to fill our appointments, sailed a very 
 small schooner over a rough sea over one hundred miles, conducting 
 twenty-seven meetings, and was gone from St. Johns sixteen days. 
 Eighteen miles of the fifty-four was through soft snow up to my knees, 
 and that on the first of May.' Not unlike the travels of St. Paul's this." 
 
 In June we took our first tour together " round the 
 Bay." I shall never forget that first Sinulay on tour. 
 The Newfoundland Salvationists are noted for their 
 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 free primitive style of worship, praising God with all 
 the unaffected simplicity of little children. Their fer- 
 vent prayers are beyond all description. L^'om what 
 I had heard I expected much in Carbonear but the 
 meetings far transcended my most extravagant antici- 
 pations. Especially can I see by memory's eye the 
 Sunday afternoon service. It was the okl-time " tes- 
 timony meeting," and when my dear husband gave the 
 opportunity — without a word of exhortation — it seem- 
 ed as if half the splendid audience rose to their feet. 
 At least sixty pet)ple responded ti^ the invitation, and 
 stood ready to magnify the grace which set them free. 
 
 It was a sight to make angels tune their harps in a 
 gladder note of praise and cry, " Worthy, worthy is "^he 
 Lamb that was slain." 
 
 We drove fifteen miles across the Barrens to Heart's 
 Content the next day. The glittering rays of a brilliant 
 June sun playfully danced upon the rippling waters as 
 the waves, tossing and tumbling, chased each other in 
 Conception and Trinity Bays as if in gay, childish 
 frolic. Away in the distance the huge icebergs, like 
 magnificent crystal castles, moved slowly and majesti- 
 cally in the sea's deep emerald, their snow-white 
 purity standing out in unique contrast against the 
 dense sapphire of the vaulted sky overhead and the 
 sombre hues of the rolling hills of the uplands above. 
 
 Over Newfoundland's little harbors the spirit of 
 peace brooded, and the gentle breeze rising from the 
 ocean beyond fanned the toilers at their nets, and the 
 women working industriously in the little gardens 
 surrounding the fishermen's cottages After some 
 hours driving we found ourselves approaching Heart's 
 Content. 
 
 it was in the pretty half-circle bay at Heart's Con- 
 tent that the Great luistern anchored years ago with 
 the first Atlantic Cable. The Telegraph Company's 
 offices are located here, making it rather an important 
 place. 
 
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NEWFOUNDLAND WARFARE. 
 
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 At Hant's Harbor (thirteen miles away), we arrived 
 next clay, just in time to witness a sight which we 
 shall never forget. Flags were flying — including that 
 at the top of the Army flag-pole— all over the harbor 
 all the morning. Three schooners bound for the 
 Straits of Belle Isle had been waiting for fair wind to 
 enable them to start for their summer's work. In fact, 
 they had started out once but were obliged to return. 
 On board they had a living freight of about ninety 
 souls, among them being nearly thirty of our own 
 soldiers. When they returned they prayed earnestly 
 that they might be detained, so that they might 
 enjoy the night's meeting with us, but we and they 
 were doomed to disappointment. Suddenly from the 
 verandah of the officers' quarters we saw them weigh- 
 ing anchor, hoisting their sails, and taking the schoon- 
 er's boats aboard. One after another the three boats 
 beat out of the harbor. They go in companies like 
 this so that they may aid each other should they en- 
 counter ice. As we stood waving our handkerchiefs, we 
 saw a crimson one go up at the stern of one of the 
 vessels, and across the water in the distance we 
 caught the strains of a hymn. It was carried by the 
 breeze over the waves, and the words which reached 
 us as the vessels tacked back and forth before reaching 
 the open sea were, " O say, will you go to the Eden 
 above?" It was beautiful. 
 
 A few years ago, as all final i^rcparations were being 
 made for their arduous summer's toil, a listener would 
 have heard oaths and curses. How different now! 
 Many are saved, and if they do not all return — for 
 many are lost every year off these coasts — they have 
 left behind them bright testimonies of God's saving 
 and keeping power. In spite of the number who had 
 left this little place the ban ^cks was crowded with 
 people and the platform with Salvationists. A vein of 
 sadness seemed to rest upon them, for many 
 present had parted with their best loved ones. These 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 dear Newfoundlanders feel their annual separation very 
 much, for they are an affectionate people. 
 
 At Scilly Cove, which my husband had opened, and 
 where we had encountered opposition and persecution 
 from a source it should not be expected, we had two of 
 the most interesting meetings in which I have ever 
 had the privilege of taking part. A dear girl volun- 
 teered to the Cross while the Staff-Captain sang, " The 
 door of God's mercy is open." How she wept over 
 her heart-backslidings ! " A backslider just out of 
 hell," she cried ; " God have mercy on a backslider 
 just out of hell ! " I thought her poor hands would 
 be bruised and broken as she struck them vehemently 
 upon the penitent-form. At night she testified twice 
 to her new-found peace. 
 
 The building was densely packed for the evening 
 meeting. English Church people, Methodists and 
 Salvationists testifying in rapid succession to a happy 
 salvation, everyone telling their name and denomina- 
 tion when doing so. Five recruits were then enrolled, 
 and a most enjoyable Soldiers' Council was conducted. 
 
 The scenery around the two bays is delightful, as 
 we proved during our eighty-five miles driving over 
 rocks, under rocks, around cliffs, beside the lovely 
 natural harbors, and through a charming though wild 
 country. 
 
 Some one has written : 
 
 " Every good life, however great or small ita sphere of activity, 
 serves humanity less by what it does than by what it is. This is so 
 because it is not so much what we do for people as what we enable 
 them to do for themselves that is a lasting benefit to them. Every 
 noble character rouses noble purposes and ambitions in other hearts " 
 
 J(jhn Read was a great worker. He toiled inces- 
 santly, not only for the good he was anxious to do and 
 the blessing he longed to bring to those about him, 
 but for the pure love of doing. Activity was his 
 natural element and his whole being seemed set on 
 fire with a determined energy that nothing had power 
 
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 to suppress. Hundreds of times I have seen him in 
 Newfoundland, the North-West, and those last three 
 years when he was always doing battle with pain and 
 weakness, go to what he felt his post of duty when it 
 seemed a physical impossibility for him to do it. 
 " Life is short, God will help me," was always his 
 arcrument. And, with this conviction strong upon him, 
 all who have been closelyassociated with him will testify 
 that he surely triumphed where those of less buoyant 
 courage would have given in and felt the task before 
 them impossible. If it is true, as Herbert Spencer 
 says, that " Genius is the art of taking infinite pains," 
 and of so taking hold of circumstances as to control 
 them and make them subservient to one's will and 
 purpose, then John Read was a genius, for this was 
 ever his aim. If he had a small audience to address, 
 he was just as earnest and interested as if a larger 
 crowd sat before him, and when, through his failing 
 health, he was obliged to relinguish some of his 
 more important departments of work, he was not 
 discouraged or depressed by the fact, but took up 
 the lighter duties with the same zeal and energy as 
 characterize his efforts when at the acme of his 
 strength and usefulness. Perhaps his greatest power, 
 however, was his faculty for setting others to work. 
 
 There are several references in his diaries to the 
 Monthly Sergeant's Councils in Newfoundland. These 
 meetings were a great stimulus to the Local Officers 
 in St. Johns and the means of inspiring them to greater 
 ex[)loits for their God, Only last summer, while visit- 
 ing the Island, one of them, Sergeant Coffeil, of No. 2 
 corps, said to me, " Oh, I never forget the great bless- 
 ing those monthly meetings were to my soul, they live 
 with me yet." 
 
 Another way in which he was instrumental in start- 
 ing others into fields of greater usefulness, was the 
 uncompromising way he urged upon those who had 
 been called by the Holy Spirit into the work of 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 soul-saving to go forth in obedience to that call, I 
 believe between sixty ancl seventy candidates fur 
 Officership were accepted during his command of 
 Newfoundland. He regularly conducted Candidates' 
 meetings in St. John's, which were a real blessing to 
 those who attended. A promising officer remarked 
 to me the other day, " I should never have been in 
 the field if it had not been for the way he followed me 
 up in the dear old days in Newfoundland." Not only 
 did he use his powers of verbal persuasion and imj)er- 
 ative urging, but he used his pen freely on the subject, 
 lie wrote many burning a[)peals to "those at ease in 
 Zion," to rise up, and, as watchmen upon the walls, 
 proclaim "the way of life and the way of death." In 
 one of these appeals he says : 
 
 '* You have heard the story of iht young man who died in the act of 
 forcing his own breath into the lungs of a drowning man. The latter 
 was dragged to the shore from a wreck. Apparently his life had gone. 
 The crowd looked on amazed. One dear fellow knelt ijy tiie side of the 
 one thought to he dead, and, with his lips to the other's mouth, began 
 breathing into that cold being his own life breath. Soon the half- 
 drowned man began to show symptoms of restoration. His deliverer's 
 eflforts proved successful Gradually, but surely, life came back, but, 
 awful fact, the heroic man, in his brave efforts had exhausted himself so 
 much that he fell back and died — after he had saved an unknown 
 brother's life. ' Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay 
 down his life for his friend.' 
 
 "Jesus laid down his life for His enemies. Reader, you are literally 
 surrounded by thousands of dead souls who need to be revived. If 
 you seek to find your life, you will surely lose it j but if you lose your 
 life you will find it ' 
 
 " * In the conflict men are wanted — 
 Men of hope and faith and prayer.' 
 
 " We want no cowards in our band. We want stout-hearted women 
 as well as men, who are not afraid to die For earthly honors, for a 
 paltry medal, men will leave their dear wives and children, go with 
 their lives in their hands, literally shoot and mow down their fellow 
 beings, and if they survive, will glory in the accounts of the bloody 
 charges in which they have engaged. Such sacrifices will earthly 
 soldiers make. 
 
 "Oh, what a lesson, and what a rebuke to many so-called soliiers 
 of the Ileavenly King ! Careless, limp, luke-warm, indifferent folks 
 are no good as candidates for Salvation Warfare. This battle rages too 
 fiercely. Canons roar too loudly. The fight is too stern and real for 
 
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 those who 'want a job.' Young people of hope and faith and prayer 
 are needed. If you are one of this sort, and your heart has been 
 touched with sympathy for this poor sin-stricken world, respond to 
 the call." 
 
 Oh, that this messac^e from the heart — now still in 
 the grave — that once throbbed warmly with one pur- 
 pose ; from the pen of one whose hands often traced 
 just such straight, fervent appeals, may touch some 
 one yet keepint^ back " part of the price," that they 
 may rush into the breach and spend their lives in 
 seeking and saving the lost ones. 
 
 John Read believed in setting everyone to work. 
 " Strengthen your spiritual muscle by exercise," I have 
 aften heard him e.xclaim ; and, with this in view, the 
 most timid and backward soldier, or most reticent 
 beginner in the Christian life was brought forward to 
 take part in his meetings. 
 
 The open air was his favorite battle field. Some 
 months ago, before he went to his reward, a well- 
 dressed, highly-educated gentleman came to speak to 
 me in a public gathering. " I am a stranger to you," he 
 began, " and to your husband, but I want you to tell 
 your husband when you return home that eight years 
 ago I heard him speak at the corner of College and 
 Yonge Streets, Toronto. I was a nominal Christian 
 at the time, but the words of truth he spoke took hold 
 of my heart. I was convinced that I, as a Christian, 
 should not indulge in the habit of smoking. I gave 
 it up then and there, and have been a better man ever 
 since. Tell him, will you, I shall never forget the 
 blessing that open-air service was to me ! " 
 
 In Newfoundland we had a great deal of opposition 
 to the open-air work. Its purpose was not understood 
 by the citizens, and many objected strongly to it. 
 There were several cases of arrest on various pretexts, 
 but in each case my husband ultimately triumphed, 
 and, since that time there has been very little diffi- 
 culty on this line, and some real victories have been 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 achieved through ♦■his mode of preaching the Gospel, 
 a method adopted by our Great Example on the 
 mountains, road-sides, and sea shores of Palestine. 
 There is one touching little picture of this open-air 
 work among his papers, a scene which reminds one 
 of that de^iicted by Matthew, when the poor leper, 
 kneeling in the sands, cried for cleansing. He thus 
 describes it : 
 
 " Father, have you got courage enough to go out, kneel at that 
 drum head, and seek mercy ?" we asked a dear old greyheaded sinner 
 at tlie outskirts of our ring at one of the Field-day meetings. ' Yes, I 
 have, sir !' said he. 'Como along, then.' And, without any more ado, 
 the old man pushed his way through the crowd and knelt down at the 
 drum, crying, ' God, have mercy on me an old sinner.' 
 
 " Soon he found peace in believing in Christ We believe this is 
 the first case of open-air, soul-saving in St. Johns City. And no 
 wonder it caused shouts o joy, Praise the Lamb !" 
 
 The beginning of the new year, '93, found my hus- 
 band very bury, not only in regulating the ordinary 
 work of the Province, but in urging upon the Govern- 
 iTiient the settlement of the Army's relationship to the 
 Education and Marriage Questions. The Premier, Sir 
 William Whitewav, the Colonial .Secretary, Hon. C. 
 Bodd, Hon. Mo.ies Monroe (since deceased), and Hon. 
 Mr, Morine, were always cordiality itself, and in every 
 way facilitated the Staff-Captain's efforts to bring these 
 matters to a satisfactory climax. 
 
 He refers continially in his diaries to these inter- 
 views, and to our prospective inauguration of the 
 Rescue Woik, 
 
 On Wednesday, February 22nd, he says : 
 
 "In my interview with Sir W, Whiteway, the Premier, this a.m. 
 God helped me. In fact all the way long He carries me through. 
 Now I h.ive nothing to fear. Jesus is all and in all. After a wander- 
 ing day I landed home tired but happy. Lady Thorburn and Mri. 
 Peters came to our home this evening to see Mrs. Read. They are in- 
 terested in the Rescue Work. Others are becoming interested." 
 
 Our predecessor, Staff-Captain (now Brigadier) 
 Mclntyre, had brought before the Newfoimdland 
 Government a bill asking for a special Act by which 
 
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 Staff Officers of the Salvation Army should have the 
 legal right to perform the rite of marriage. The 
 Staff Captain was successful in his endeavor. Unfor- 
 tunately, it was found v/hen the Act came to be ap- 
 plied it only empowered the Chief Officer of the Army 
 in the Colony. This was not satisfactory, for there 
 were districts in the far-away sections of the Island 
 the Provincial Officer could not possibly visit for 
 months together. An Amendment Act asking for 
 an extension privilege to uil Staff Officers holding 
 commissions and being in charge of these districts, 
 was therefore introduced and championed through the 
 Lower House by Mr. Monroe, and the Upper House 
 by Mr, Morine. The amendment was carried, and to 
 the Staff Officers was secured the same right in the 
 celebrating of marriage as the clergy, 
 
 Staff-Captain Read performed the first ceremony 
 under the provisions of the new Act. I remember a 
 typical wedding he conducted shortly after in Scilly 
 Cove. We drove down from charming little Heart's 
 Content, a distance of five miles. As we descended 
 the hill leading to Scilly Cove, we were met by a 
 number of Salvationists who were watching for our 
 arrival. They escorted us into the harbor, where the 
 buildings were decorated with flags and everything 
 bore a gala day appearance. 
 
 The rr.cc'ing was an ordinary Army one, character- 
 ized, of course, by Newfoundland fervor and zeal. At 
 its ^"02 v.'e retired to the home of the bride's friends, 
 I belie^'e, amid the firing of guns and general evidences 
 of rejoicing on the part of all. The tables were spread 
 with the best the harbor could offer, and a large 
 number of guests sat down to supper. During its 
 progress there was singing and music, and, later, testi- 
 monies on Salvation lines made joyous the scene 
 for many hours. My dear husband was in hif 
 element, and led in his usual happy vein. VVhilo 
 singing a favorite chorus, " Oh, we are going t(k 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 wear a crown, To wear a starry crown," he 
 noticed one of the soldiers, instead of clapping his 
 hands as were the others, tapping his head vigorously. 
 
 "What are you doing. Brother D ?" he asked. 
 
 •' Oh, it just fits. Staff, it just fits — the crown just fits!" 
 The brother had been carried away by the spirit of the 
 song until in his imagination he had risen above earth's 
 cares and burdens and felt the pressure of his crown 
 upon his head. 
 
 At our farewell at No. 2 St. Johns the following year, 
 the wedding service, uniting two of our soldiers was 
 performed. The place was gorged with an eager crowd, 
 many could not find even standing room 
 
 The Staff-Captain was in one of his merry moods, 
 and amid amused excitement told the audience how 
 many people he had married in Newfoundi;tr..d, add- 
 ing : " If you want me to marry you, you must hurry 
 up, I'll tie the knot for you all i^ you like before I go." 
 
 The siory of the Army's establishment in Newfound- 
 land forms a fascinating chapter of its early history, and 
 rerjmds one, in the rapidity of its progress, of the 
 spreading of truth after the day of Penticost. Two 
 officers went from Canada to St. Johns to spend their 
 honeymoon. They commenced to conduct evangelistic 
 meetings. A great revival swept over the city and 
 hundreds were converted. Many of the people from 
 distant parts of the Island, visiting the chief city (St. 
 Johns) for supplies, attended the meetings, caught ihe 
 fire, returned to their own *homes, started revival ser- 
 vices, built their own barracks, made their own drums, 
 and sent for officers to carry on the movement. This 
 aggressive work had been going on for some years, 
 but during our stay in the country the Macedonian 
 calls continued to pour in upon us, beseeching us to 
 take charge of it in the far-away harbors. 
 
 " Yes, sir, I'd rather go on one meal a day if I could 
 only get Army Officers to come out to our place," said 
 
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 a man who called at our I leadquartcrs ona day to plead 
 the interest of his outjjort h(jme. Many similar urgent 
 appeals were made; some we were unable, through lack 
 of men and means, to respond to. But Staff-Captain 
 Read opened several places, among them Old Perlican, 
 Wesleyville, Trinity, SciUy Cove and Dildo. 
 
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 CHAPTER X. 
 
 NEWFOUNDLAND WARFARE. 
 
 ** Dorvn in the human heart, crushed by the tempter^ 
 Feelings lie buried that grace can restore. 
 Touched by a loving hand, xvakened by kindness. 
 Chords that were broken will vibrate once more," 
 
 " Inhere are hands stretched out with pity 
 
 Towards the erring, and the weak 
 Tendet hands of loving women, 
 
 Who their wandering sisters seek ; 
 There are e^/es from which the tear-drop 
 
 Steals in silent sympathy. 
 While they look upon the lost ones. 
 
 In their guilt and misery. 
 
 While in Newfoundlnnd the presence of the gentle, 
 brown-eyed little Winnifrcd was lent us to brighten 
 our home for a few months. Her short life was a 
 blessing to ourselve;-- and many others. The night of her 
 public dedication when the " little white coat," as some 
 of the friends lovingly called her, was given to God 
 twelve precious souls made their way out of the great 
 crowd at old No. i and knelt at the Cross. A young 
 boy, Willie Collins, much afflicted bodily was drawn 
 to the meeting through curiosity, and was afterwards 
 converted in the dining-room of our home through its 
 influence. ' He went to Heaven some time ago after 
 three years' faithful soldiership, two of which were 
 spent confined to his bed, rejoicing in the Salvation 
 
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 that he always said he found through little Winnie 
 Read. Her father idolized her, and his fond 
 hope was that she should grow up a useful 
 woman. But when, one Sunday in August as the 
 grey shadows of early dawn penetrated the night's 
 darkness, the little life, after thirty hours' struggle 
 with a virulent malady, fluttered out into the tender 
 Shepherd's bosom, his voice was the first to find utter- 
 ance througli his tears and say, "It is Jesus, darling, 
 we must not rebell," little dreaming how short a time 
 would elapse before he would, in the Angel land, claim 
 his loved treasure again. 
 
 Ensign Payne was like a brother, and managed all 
 arrangements for us, conducting the funeral and laying 
 the tiny remains away in St. John's pretty cemetery. 
 It was in those dark days, when the sun seemed to 
 have set in the gloom of night and the light had gone 
 out of our home, that the depth of the affection of our 
 loviiig soldiers and the interest of the many warm- 
 hearted friends was made mannest. My own heart 
 was numbed with the pain that finds no relief in tears. 
 
 As the solemn funeral cortege passed along, the 
 silent sympathy which showed itself in the uncovered 
 heads of the crowds on '.he streets and the large pro- 
 cession of Salvationists following was touching in the 
 extreme. And when I turned and saw three lame 
 sisters who were unable to march on ordinary occas- 
 ions, walking with the others, the evidence of their 
 sympathy touched my heart's deepest fountains and I 
 wept floods of tears. My hunband wrote a pathetic 
 letter to my dear mother, which shows the depth of 
 his affectionate spirit and the faith he exercised in 
 
 his (iod : 
 
 "St. Johns, N.F., August 14, 1893. 
 
 ••To Mrs. Goodall, Toronto : 
 
 " Drar Mothkr, — Under the trying circumstanres, it was hard, 
 \ery hard, for darling Blanche to write you, and I thought it best to 
 take upon myself the task, feeling assured, first of all, of God's help in 
 the matter. You will, dear mother, no doubt, ere this, have learned, 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 through Miss Kinton, of dear Winnie's death. Both Blanche and I 
 thought it best to wire to her to break the news to you, as we 
 felt sure that a telegram would have distracted you, and had we 
 not said anylhine; until a mail goes, it would have been far worse. 
 
 " Now, dear mother, let me start out by saying that our precious, 
 dear one had every earthly attention possible ; Blanche did not leave 
 her till sh« died in her arms All through Saturday the darling suffered 
 terriV)ly, never resting but a few minutes in one place, first in Blanche's 
 arms, then in the cradle. Blanche would sing to her, and the moment 
 the singing ceased she would cry. I thought it was very serious, and 
 several times durmg the day, with tearful eyes, told darling Blanche 
 that I thought she would not live, but she hoped on, worked on, 
 gave the darling every care possible, all through Saturday, and through 
 the night. Early in the morning, at five o'clock, the dear little creature 
 breathed her last on Blanche's arm and all w.is over. The doctor was 
 there a few minutes before — said nothing could have saved her. Now, 
 dear mother, you can rest "ontented in knowing that the darling had 
 every care, and you must not worry on that account. Blanche wishes 
 this to l^ made very clear. We understand, dear mother, how you 
 will feel, with all past anticipation fur the future, for seeing dear Winnie. 
 We have wept together over all this, and weighed up in our sorrowing 
 hearts the bitter disappointment it will mean to yourself, grandpa, Ella 
 and all the rest, but, in a wonderful manner, God is helping us to bear 
 up and thank Him th • the darling's sufferings were no worse and no 
 longer than they were, for, mother, during that Saturday, if ever a dear 
 babe suffered, she did ; and. if ever a babe had a mother who tenderly 
 cared for, loved and attended it, Winnie had one in darling Blanche, 
 who is so thankful to God that she did not leave her treasure from the 
 time she took sick till she died in her arms and went to sleep in Jesus. 
 Together at the sweet little casket containing the body of our treasure, 
 we have knelt and given ourselves to Jesus in a far deeper sense. She 
 died just seven months after she was born, and just ten months after we 
 arrived in St. Johns. Oh, what a ten months it has been ! What 
 difficulties we have faced, and, as Blanche said to-day, "Johnnie, dear, 
 God gave her to us for the time we were treading our rough path to 
 help smoolhe the way, and now He has taken her back to Himself.' 
 
 "All day yesterday (Sunday) crowds of people were flocking into the 
 house, to see the sweet little face. We can trace many cases of blessing 
 and some of conversion to the influence of our dear, glorified Winnie's 
 life. The little casket has been covered with flowers sent by kind and 
 loving hands. Friends all over the city are so kind to us. We don't 
 know what we have done to merit such love at their hands. But we love 
 Tesus, and they must do it for His sake You will naturally long to 
 know how darling Blanche is bearing up, aud I am glad to-day, dear 
 mother, that she has been wonderfully helped by God. . . . We 
 have hearts, mother, tender ones, too, which have been wounded deeply, 
 but there is ' a balm in Gilead,' and, through our tears of sorrow, we 
 look to that city containing our jewel, confident of seeing her again 
 some day when * we all gather home in the morning.' And, dear 
 mother, who knows what the precious pet is saved from ? God's ways 
 
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 are mysterious. It is through much tribulation that wc enter into the 
 Kingdom, therefore, clear mother, for our sakcs, for Blanchie's sake, 
 for Johnny's sake, look on the bri^jht side. The darling might have 
 been a life sufferer. Far better for her to be in glory than suffer thus. 
 And, mother, only a little while and we shall be there. A few more 
 battles, a few more victories, and our warfare will close. Life is 
 Lecoming so much more real to both of us now Heaven is far dearer 
 and far nearer, for have wc not two darling Angels there ? And is not 
 dear P'lorrie waiting and watching with them? Yes, yes, mother! 
 Glory be to God, we have every encouragement to look on the bright 
 side and continually sing, 
 
 " ' The cross is not greater than His grace, 
 The storm cannot hide his blessed face.' 
 
 '• Dear mother, let us thank God it is no worse, and while others 
 have so many burdens to bear, give Ilim glory for his bountiful love 
 and manifold mercies lo us all ... We are going to be brave, 
 and, under the most pressing time of trial, trust Jesus, although we 
 may not be able to trace him. Praise His Name. God is His own 
 interpreter, and he will make it plain. Of course, dear mother, there 
 are lots of things we can and will tell you when w : meet face to fpce. 
 I could not write them all. However, above all things, we do not 
 want yon to worry, but take it all for the best. Oh, how we should 
 rebel, if we were not converted people ! ' Whom the Lord loveth, He 
 chastenoth ; ' -nd mother, if you want, and I know you do, to comfort 
 us in our sore bereavement, the best way to do it will be by bearing up 
 yourself, looking on the bright side of things and feeling that in dailing 
 Blanche and myself you have two children vhose refuge and strength is 
 alone in God. He is htlping us through. Cheer up, mother, it is 
 better on before. ^Ve love His work more than ever we did, and 
 count it all joy to be engaged in it at the Battle's front." 
 
 " Later. 
 
 TUKSDAY, August 15, 1893. 
 
 "Well, dear mother, the funeral is pJl over. It was a lovely sight" 
 Nearly eighty soldiers niarchcfl. God bless them! They are so kind 
 and true. The house was full of people. Lady Thorburn and others 
 have sent notes o sympathy. Oh, it was a wiudeiful time! Dear 
 Blanchie and I rode in one carriage, and the little coftin was borne in a 
 carriage which went in front of us Pretty wreaths and flowers covered 
 the casket. Captain Jost made a beautiful wreath. It A'as a blessing 
 she was with us, as she acted like a mother, looking after everything 
 It feels Si> lonely without our lamb Lhis morning, but it is all right. We 
 prayed together fervently this morning that God would make up to us 
 with His love and presence our sore loss, and I believe I le will do it. 
 Bless His dear name ! How the soldiers sang on our way lo the grave, 
 and never did the old song ' Loved ones have gone before us ' sound 
 more real than it did yesterday afternoon. It was a lovely, cool after- 
 noon. God helped us both to speak a few words at the grave-side, and 
 the sergeants and officers spoke so tenderly about the way in which 
 they loved that 'dear baby.' It all seems so much like a dream now, 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 and the worst of it all seems that there are little things lying around all 
 rerr.ir.Ming us of the loved darling gone away. It is so quiet to-day. 
 However, dear mother, the needs of the poor, lost world cry out to us 
 to be up and doing, and we must work while it is called day for the 
 night Cometh when no man can work. 
 
 •' Your telegram came just after breakfast this morning, and the two 
 words, ' look up,' cheerctl us in a remarkable manner We are looking 
 up, mother. . , . Vou can fully understand a mother's love and a 
 father's care. I feel that I cannot write much more, and dear Blanche 
 wants to finish what I have begun. Captain Payne has just come in 
 this morning to ask me to go and bury a poor woman to-moirow." 
 
 Our hearts were po.sse.ssed with the desire so beau- 
 tifully expressed by Margaret Sangstcr : 
 
 " There came to us, too, from the baby's grave, 
 A tender thought for those who wept. 
 And our hands were swifter to bless and save, 
 
 Our hearts in yearning love were kept. 
 We were fain to cure each bitter ache, 
 Or ease its smart, for baby's sake." 
 
 The Self-Denial effort was an imjjortant feature of 
 the later end of the year. I will only quote from the 
 Commandant's comments upon the success of the 
 scheme : 
 
 " Eighteen hundred dollars from a country which until lately has 
 been considered the Army's Missionary field in Canada. One thousand 
 eight hundred dollars from a land the bulk of whose citizens labor under 
 commercial disadvantages which put them practically in the pockets of 
 a few rich merchants, who insist on paying for the most self-sacrificing 
 industry in the world, as much as possible, in beans, pork and flour, 
 and as little as they dare in dollars ! The very thought of it is marvel- 
 lous, ' Eighteen hundred, and there is more to follow,' writes Staflf- 
 Captain Read, who, with his brave wife, have headed their mark by six 
 hundred already. But there is something must be added. No mention 
 was made in these notes of Newfoundland's stupendous achievement 
 during thr. Harvest Festival week. On that .scheme they raised 
 $500, which should be added to the $1,800. This is a total of 
 $2,300 in tl:re« months from my pet colony, where our officers and 
 soldiers till their own lard, build their own barracks, make their own 
 guernseys, manufacture their own drums, and abide in that spirit of the 
 siir pie Gospel more nearly npproaching \he apostolic than anything I 
 have yet seen outside some parts of France." 
 
 I must pass over an interim. The later part of the 
 year was spent by Staff-Captain Read in visiting the 
 northern coast of the Island, and the story of his 
 
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 adventures and experiences is a second edition of the 
 travels of the apostles. We spent Christinas in the 
 Bonavista district, my husband in VVesleyville, myself 
 in lovely Trinity. 
 
 We had expected to rejoin each other and return 
 to Divisional Headcjuarters for the Yuletide season, in 
 fact, had some special gatherings arranged which, of 
 course, had to be postponed. It was the steamer's 
 last trip for the winter, and she was ice-bound for 
 many days. I waited a week in Trinity, watching in 
 vain on a hill-top all one beautiful moonlight night for 
 her appearance in the picturesque bay beyond. 
 
 My husband's journal entry for Christmas Day 
 reads : 
 
 Monday, Dec. 25, 1895 — "Xmas Day." Here I am at Greens- 
 
 f)ond, darling Blanche is at Trinity. What a separation ! But it is afl 
 or God's glory, and I gladly bear the cross. I am now at Mother 
 Berry's. C}od is with me. The Christ of Christmas lives in my heart. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb ! I am getting so very anxious for the steamer 
 to come along, and want to get at my work. 
 
 The year 1894 dawned, a year that was to mean so 
 much change, joy and sorrow in our lives and work. 
 It commenced with a never-to-be-forgotten Watch- 
 night gathering. 
 
 John's first entry for the New Year was : 
 
 January i, 1894. — Blanche and I spent a glorious day yesterday at 
 the No. 2 Barracks. Great conviction and three souls. Then we con- 
 ducted a glorious Watch-night service last night at the No. i Barracks. 
 A packed audience, and four souls volunteered out to the Cross. It 
 was a solemn and blessed time. God helped both Blanche and L I 
 
 read, " Behold I come quickly." Poor J knelt at Jesus' feet. 
 
 Blanche so busy about the Rescue work. She led the meeting 
 in No. 2 Barracks this evening. . . . This has been a trying day, 
 but God has helped and blessed our souls. Another day in another 
 year has gone into eternity. It cannot be recalled. 
 
 Rescue Work. — We had not been long in New- 
 foundland before we were c[uite convinced that a 
 Rescue Home was iniich needed, as there was no in- 
 stitution of the kind on the Island. The importance 
 of this, however, was not so patent to many of St. 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 Johns citizens, and they did not seem prepared to give 
 it the support without which we coukl not make such 
 an undertaking succcssfuk Some preparatory work 
 in the way of personal visitation among the most 
 philanthropic people was done, h(jwever, and the need 
 emphasized. My husband was always anxious to help 
 those whose early environment had been of a degen- 
 erating nature, whose childhood had been deprived of 
 the elevating influence of Christian home-culture. 
 Many such find their way into our Rescue Homes, as 
 well as others in whom a higher standard of morality 
 might be expected. The last verse in the Got)d Book 
 he ever drew my attention to was Isaiah xlii. 22 : 
 " But this is a people robed and spoiled ; they are all 
 of them snared in holes, and they are hid in prison 
 houses ; they are for a prey, and none delivereth ; for 
 a spoil, and none saith restore." Saying : " I think 
 this text would be helpful to you sometime in your 
 Social and Prison work." 
 
 When, therefore, the Commandant said to me during 
 my visit to Canada in 1893 : "If you can raise the 
 money, Mrs. Read, you have my consent to open a 
 Rescue Home," my husband was anxious to facilitate 
 every effort in this direction. We had the pleasure of 
 inaugurating the Rescue work in a splendid, influential 
 gathering in No. i Barracks, at which a large number 
 of leading citizens were present, and we opened a little 
 Home a few days afterwards. His deep interest is 
 shown in his diary : 
 
 Tuesday, Jan. 2, 1894. — In a wonderful way God is coming to our 
 help. Blanche got another donation of $10 for Rescue work, and more 
 money is coming in Blanche went out this afternoon with Captain 
 Moss on Rescue work business. . . • . All our lives are at God's 
 service. All our joy to share His Cross. Blanche getting ready for 
 Rescue meeting It has been a hard, toiling day, but the dear Lord 
 [esus has helped us all. 
 
 Wednesday, January 3, 1894. — Again Blanche has been very 
 busy getting things together for the Rescue meeting to-morrow night. 
 ( assisted a bit. Captain Payne was here doing a little work. Rev. 
 Mr. Cowperthwaite came in to see us to-iiay I was busy all day long 
 
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 with candiilate matters and other important work. Oh, there is such a 
 lot of writing to be done. We had a glorious beginning to our special 
 meetings at No. I to-night. It was a soldiers' meeting, and the dear 
 Lord came so very near and touched our souls. " All hail the 
 power of Jesus' name ! " I shall be satisfied when I awake in Thy 
 likeness. Ten dear soldiers knelt at the Cross for deliverance. People 
 coming to the door all day for tickets for the Rescue Demonstration. 
 
 Thursday, 
 
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 Jan. 4, 1894. — We had a big day before us to-day, 
 up our heads. Hless His Name ! When in the tempest 
 
 This has been a very busy d.ay, indeed, to me. 1 have 
 labor and love for Jesus. Then Blanche, too, was 
 
 her Rescue operations for the great meeting to-night, 
 has been manifested by all, and God has so helped, 
 od for His sustaining power. The Rescue meeting is 
 
 came near to lilancliie in a wonderful way and assisted 
 
 the elite of the city were there. Hless God, and how 
 
 Two souls and $100.00 collection. 
 
 Friday, 5, 1894. — Lady Thorburn and Dr. Sommerville called 
 to-day to bring their donations to the Rescue Work, and also to wish us 
 God speed. 
 
 Monday, Jan. 8, 1894.^ — ^Up not very early with such a pain-wvacked 
 body. The dear Lord is my strength, though I^lanche and I are both 
 very weak this morning, yet the dear Lord sustains us all the way. I 
 have not felt much like work to-day, as my head is so muddled with 
 cold. It makes me feel, oh, so bad. After dinner dear Blanche went 
 out to see a few people on behalf of the Rescue Work, getting promises 
 of donations, etc. . . . Yesterday's meetings were times of great 
 power and blessing. All glory to Jesus. It made us weak in l)ody, 
 but we feel strong in soul. Jesus had times of great weakness, but lie 
 conquered and so can we. All hail the power of His Holy Name. I 
 did not feel at all well this evening, so did not go out, but went to bed. 
 Blanche took the meeting and two souls knelt at the Cro.ss. The 
 three converts of last night testified. Bless the Lord. 
 
 Tuesday, 9, 1894. — In strong and mighty faith wc went off to the 
 last of the series of special meetings at No. i Barracks. We had a 
 glorious time, no less than five soul* out for mercy. Subject, " Bound- 
 less Salvation." All the young converts doing well. Twenty knelt at 
 the Cross during the seven days. Tired, oh, so tired. 
 
 Tuesday, Jan. 16, 1894. — Blanche and I a bit better to-day. 
 We are thinking and planning for our three weeks' tour which is com- 
 ing on very fast. We shall have a glorious time I have no doubt. 
 Bless the dear Lord Hallelujah to the Lamb ! The snow covers the 
 ground very thickly. This afternoon dear Blanche drove out in Mr. 
 Tufl's rig and saw Chief McGowan of the police force about Rescue 
 Work. I have been straightening up a bit. Mrs. Read had a good 
 lime in her Women's Meeting to-night. About fifty sisters attended. 
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 This reference to the singing in our little home 
 brings back to me memories of the delightful inter- 
 missions in our busy lives in Newfoundland Head- 
 quarters. When our official work was finished, often 
 late in the evening, we put away books, reports, pens 
 and paper, and, for a little time, enjoyed mingling our 
 voices in praise to our King. We were sometimes 
 joined by other friends. I remember on one occasion, 
 especially. Secretary Charlie Ollerhead was spending 
 his vacation with us, assisting in the office. Ensign 
 Payne had joined our family party. We sang of the 
 War, Heaven and the Blood, little thinking that, in 
 less than five years, three of the rive who composed 
 the happy group would have ended the warfare, and, 
 washed in the precious Blood, be singing the song of 
 Moses and the Lamb in the New Jerusalem. But it 
 was so. Charlie Oherhead, after a faithful soldiership 
 in his Heart's Content home and the Cable Telegraph 
 Offices, finished a beautiful life, known and admired 
 by all, and left, as a dying testimony, " I shall soon be 
 in glory." Ensign Payne, after a brave service of 
 Officership, and eighteen months' suffering "behind 
 the scene," triumphed in the power he so earnestly 
 recommended to others. My own loved one also 
 finished his warfare as he always prayed and hoped 
 to finish, " He fell like a warrior ; he died at his post." 
 
 John's favorite song on those occasions was : — 
 
 " I sat alone with life's memories, 
 
 In sight of the crystel sea, 
 And I saw the thro j of the star-crowned ones, 
 
 With never a crown for me ; 
 And then the voice of the Judge said 'Come !' 
 
 Of the Judge on the (ireat White Throne • 
 And I saw the star-crowned take their scats, 
 
 But none could I call my own. 
 
 It seemed as though I awoke from a dream — 
 llow sweet was the light of day ! 
 
 Melodious sounded the Sabbath bells 
 From towers that wera far away ; 
 

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 I then became as a little child, 
 
 And I wept and wept afresh ; 
 For the Ixjrd had taken my heart of stone, 
 
 And given a heart of flesh. 
 
 Still oft I sit with life's memories, 
 
 And think of the Crystal sea ; 
 And I see the thrones of the star-crowned ones — 
 
 I know there's a crown for me ; 
 And when the voice of the Judge says, * Come !' 
 
 Of the Judge on the Great White Throne. 
 I know 'mid the thrones of the star-crowned ones. 
 
 There's one I shall call my own. " 
 
 A few extracts about the tour referred to in hi.s 
 diary of Jan. 16, and which in some ways was a real 
 disappointment as my husband had a serious break- 
 down in his health, and much of the tour I was obliged 
 to fill his enj^agements. He was beginning to feel the 
 effects of his exposure and laborious work on the 
 Island. I had been obliged to leave him behind at 
 Brigus. He was ngt able to stand on his feet, but, in 
 his anxiety to be af his post, he followed the next day. 
 
 Diary : 
 
 Sunday, 21, 1894. — Mr. Stevens drove me from Brigus to Bay 
 Roberts this morning. I arrived there at noon. Bless the Lord ! 
 His mercies are new every morning. I find that Blanche had con- 
 ducted a Saturday night meeting and a Soldier's meeting after that and 
 had had good timet. Bless the Lord. I feel very week, indeed. 
 I led afternoon meeting at Bay Roberts, and night at Port De Grave. 
 I visited Dad Hampton. 
 
 Saturday Jan. 27, 1894. —Up at 8 a.m., feeling very tired, but 
 strong in Jesus, and ready for my big ride to Old Pelican (new open- 
 ing). Bless God. Did business this morning, then, at il, started out 
 for Old Pelican on a slide. That was a terribly rough journey from 
 Hant's Harbour. We started out at 11 a.m. and got there at 6 p.m., 
 very tired. Captain Campbell welcomed us at the little quarters. 
 The cold, cold Barracks was 1lled, the platform, too. Fifty-seven have 
 been saved since Captain C. went there. Praise God ! We had a 
 grand welcome meeting. Blanche at llant's Harbour while I am here. 
 
 Monday 29, 1894. — I awoke this morning very weak in body and in 
 my throat, but, from what I heard this morning, I have great reason to 
 believe my visit to Old Pelican was a blessing. The whole place is 
 alive. We rigged out our little "Catamaran" to start for our sixteen 
 mile journey to Hant's Harbour through deep snow Imnks (as it snowed 
 hard last night). Snow drifts we met. Blanche Ufi here for Heart's 
 
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 Content this morning. I met the Sergeants here at the Quarters 'or 
 Council. God is giving us grand times all along the tour. 
 
 Wkdnesdav, Jan. 31, 1894 — In quite a bit of pain to-night. Tossed 
 on the bed, but lelt a bit belter when I got up. The severe cold has 
 changed to soft weather and rain. I am at Sciily Cove, likely again to 
 be a prisoner here, while Blanche is the same at Heart's Content, and 
 this is the day we should have travelled across the country to Carbonear, 
 but God knows all al)out it, His will be done. We can be a blessing 
 wherever we are in this world. 
 
 Latkr. — We started to walk out to Heart's Content to-night — Bro. 
 Downey, Bro. Buston, Bro William Downey carrying my diflerent 
 things, and together we plodded through heaps of snow and water up 
 to our knees. It was a terrible time. We arrived in Heart's Content 
 at 4 p.m., wet and tired, Mrs. Gardner kindly gave us a good dinner, 
 and after this we had a very profitable talk with old Mr. Gardner. 
 
 We finished the tour amidst the greatest difficulty, 
 but in spite of sickness and inclement weather, and 
 almost impassable roads, we visited every place plan- 
 ned for — had crowded gatherings and a real harvest 
 of souls for the Master. 
 
 But in the midst of our schemes for the future, and 
 when we hoped to stay on until the middle of the 
 coming year, anyway — we were willing to live and die 
 there — the unexpected news of our farewell arrived. 
 We had been conducting one of a .seven day's series 
 of special meetings at No. 2 St. Johns, and for the first 
 time had spoken publicly of our plans for coming 
 warfare. As we walked home, four of us, Captain 
 Jost, Scribe, Captain Rice, Trade Special, we talked 
 happily of the beautiful, enthusiastic march and meet- 
 ing we hail just participated in — but my husband's 
 journal shall describe what followed : 
 
 MONDAV, Feb. 19, 1894. - I know not what awaits me, God kindly 
 vails my eyes. This was to be a red-letter day for me, in fact, for both 
 dear Blnncliie and me, for it proved to be the day when we received 
 farewell orders to leave dear old Newfoundland. We had a good time 
 at No. 2 Banquet and meeting. Two souls got saved. We arrived 
 home very jubilant, and there on the table lay a cable as follows : 
 •Want you for important comni.and. Farewell an early as possible. 
 Wire date of .sailing.' Oh, what feelings we had ! Dear Blanche was 
 crying Captain Rice throw his arms around my neck. We stayed up 
 until 2 p.m., writing letters, etc. " Where He leads I will follow all 
 tht way." 
 
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 A beautiful work of soul-saving was going on in 
 St. John city. The Officers in charge, Ensign Payne 
 and Captain Baldwin (now Mrs. Ensign Collier), with 
 their helpers and soldiers were being much blessed. 
 
 No. T Corps reported fifty-two souls saved the week 
 prior to our farewell, and No. 2, fifty-one, the same 
 week. We were soldiers to obey, and, though we 
 loved our people much, and would like to have com- 
 pleted several things we had on hand, yet we believed 
 our Commander, who understood the needs of the 
 whole field ; knew where his Officers would do the 
 most useful service, so we made preparations im- 
 mediately to depart, not knowing whither. 
 
 There was much to do — arrangement to be made 
 for our successors, the Colonial Secretary to be visited 
 respecting a Government subsidy to our new Rescue 
 Work. Farewell meetings to be conducted — a cam- 
 paign to the nearest harbours round the bay to be 
 made, and hundreds of minor matters which required 
 attention. 
 
 Our last Sunday in the Island was one that will 
 ever live in my heart — fifteen people professed to find 
 Christ in the services. There was also a delightful 
 meeting with the Officers cf the city, who had 
 endeared themselves to our hearts, great gatherings 
 at the two city corps, farewell supper and council 
 with our own people and other services. 
 
 The St. Johns press said of my husband in reporting 
 our farewell : — 
 
 "The Staff-Captain is earnest, hard-working, courteous to every- 
 body and untiring in his efforts to advance the cause in which he is 
 interested." 
 
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 And he wrote of our brave warriors : — 
 
 " Words are so empty at such times as these. We cannot write the 
 feelings of our hearts. The wrench from our devoted, loyal, loving 
 District and Field Officers is great They have stood by us like war- 
 riors, ever ready to lift us up in the thickest of the battle. May God 
 reward thum for their devotion I 
 
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 "Th.en there are those two hundred and fifty Local Officers and 
 Sergeants — the backbone of the Newfoundland Salvation Army Con- 
 tingent Nobly have they rallied round us and their Field Officers. 
 Without a cent remuneration, they have braved the wildest blasts in 
 order to do their duty. Then, the host of kind, hospitable friends, 
 who have entertained us on our many travels. Jesus has noted all their 
 kindness and will reward them. To one and all, then, we would say 
 farewell, and as we do so, urge upon them to take hold of, and lift up, 
 their new God-appointed leaders, as they have done us. Extreme has 
 been the kindness we have received on all sides, p.nd we feel confident 
 that this kindness will still be given to those who follow us in the Com- 
 mandant's ' pet Colony.' In our weakness, we have striven to help and 
 bless. Storms have been weathered, the grim hand of death snatched 
 our darling baby from our side. No wonder we love this ' Sea-girt 
 Isle,' for its soil contains the earthly remains of her who for seven 
 months cheered our home. Happy will be the memory of th« past 
 months. The Newfoundland fight has mad? us better soldiers. The 
 love of Christ constrains us to urge upon all l^ft behind the great 
 importance of being Christlike, loyal and truthful in the inward parts, 
 seeking first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, living and 
 dying at their posts. Beware of getting ' set ' and settled. The secret 
 of your success is your simple, daring, blood and fireism. Lose it, and 
 you fail. Keep it, and you progress. * Mind not high things, but 
 condescend to men of low estate. ' Be as loyal on the coasts of Labrador, 
 and on ' the Banks,' as you are while in your public meetings at home." 
 
 Surely of these self-denying officers it may be 
 written, as the poet, Whittier, wrote of an Indian 
 Missionary : — 
 
 " Did he not sometimes almost sink beneath 
 The burden of his toil and turn aside 
 To weep above his sacrifice, and cast 
 A sorrowing glance upon his childhood's home — 
 Still green in memory ? Clung not to his heart 
 Something of earthly hope uncrucified. 
 Of earthly thought unchastened? Did he bring 
 Life's warm affections to the sacrifice — 
 Its loves, hopes and sorrows — and become aa one 
 Knowing no kindred but a perishing world, 
 No love but of the sin-endangered soul. 
 No hope but of the winning back to life 
 Of the dead nations, and no passing thought 
 Save of the errand wherewith he has sent 
 As to a martyrdom ? " 
 
 The memory of those last days in Newfoundland, 
 time and eternity will not erase, nor the sight of that 
 great crowd of friends and soldiers who stood in the 
 
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 blinding rain and falling snow singing, as our steamer 
 moved towards the Narrows out to sea : 
 
 •' God is keeping His soldiers fighting, 
 Evermore we shall conqueror? be ; 
 All the hosts of hell arc uniting, 
 But we're sure to have victory. 
 Though to beat us they've been trying, 
 Our colors still are flying. 
 
 And our flag shall wave forever. 
 For we never will give in. 
 
 No, we never, never, never will give in, no we won't 
 No we won't. No we won't, no we won't ; 
 No, we never, never, never will give in, no we won't, 
 For we n)ean to have the victory forever." 
 
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 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 NORTH-WEST PROVINCE. 
 
 ** IVia/ thofigh ten thousand faint. 
 
 Desert, or yield, or in weak terror /lee I 
 
 Heed not the pain of the multitude ; 
 
 Thint be the Captain's watch-word — Victory I" 
 
 — HORATIUS BONAH. 
 
 ** Perseverance is a Roman virtue 
 
 That wins each God-like act an i plucks success 
 E'en from the spear-proof trest of rugged dattger." 
 
 " The General promotes you to the rank of Major, 
 appointed take charge North- West Province," was the 
 telegraphic information and instruction we found wait- 
 ing for us as we reached Halifax. We were travel- 
 worn and weary, for we had passed through a terrible 
 storm while crossing from Newfoundland. 
 
 At this time, in reference to my husband's new 
 
 position, the Commandant wrote : 
 
 "The next appointment, I know, bears the stamp of promotion 
 which, of course, it is ; but those of us who know Major Read and his 
 dear wife, and have followed their apostolic career in Newfoundland for 
 the past eighteen months, would not fear to say that the Major, had he 
 considered his own feelings, would have preferred to linger longer 
 among his heart-adopted people to carry into effect the plans over which 
 he had so earnestly labored, even though it meant the laying by of his 
 silver crests to do so. When, too, it is remembered that the Major was 
 farewelled by cable, before any announcement could be made of his 
 promotion or new appointment, his telegraphic reply sent, assuring me 
 of affectionate service and loyal ilevolion, is all the more significant and 
 gratifying. The M.ijor left St. J oh. is a Staff-Captain, like Abraham of 
 old, knowing not whither he went, lie found his important appoint- 
 ment awaiting him at Halifax ! One more evidence of the 
 fact that the way of self-sacrifice and humiliation is the road to 
 promotion in the Salvation Army. The Major must have laid the old 
 
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 rank 'on the shelf* with a sense of satisfaction. Kis Staff-Captaincy 
 will always have pleasant memories. To say nothing of its connection 
 with the IVar Cry, it marks a time in Newfoundland notorious for 
 striking advances. The new oversight anJ sub-division of the Island 
 into districts ; the appointment of Brigade-Captains ; the passing of the 
 Marriage Bill, and the inserting of our appointments in the Royal 
 Oazette ; the doiihling of the Harvest Festival and Self-Denial results ; 
 the opening of new Corps ; the establishing of a small Rescue work, 
 and the building of a new yacht ; all this will linger and add lustre to 
 the old rank. Now, for an even better record to adorn the new one ! " 
 
 A month from the day we left Newfoundland we 
 conducted our first mectinc^s in our new command, 
 which consisted of the Northern part of Ontario, the 
 Provinces of Manitoba and British Columbia, and also 
 the North-VVestern Territories of Saskatchewan, 
 Assiniboine and Alberta. 
 
 I must go back and say a word or two of some of 
 the happenings of that month. As soon as we reached 
 Toronto my husband became very ill, and the doctor 
 pronounced his case a serious one indeed, but after ten 
 days confinement to his bed and some time of extreme 
 weakness, we left home — Toronto — for the West. 
 
 En route to Winnipeg we conducted welcome 
 gatherings at Fort William and Port Arthur, which, 
 in their success and interest, presaged much for our 
 future work. 
 
 •'Winnipeg, at the junction of the Red River and the Assiniboine, 
 is the capital of Manitoba, and the chief distributing city of the whole 
 North-West of Canada. It is situated about midway between Montreal, 
 the Atlantic Ocean terminus, and Vancouver, the terminus of the Cana- 
 dian Pacific Railway on the Pacific. The growth of Winnipeg has been 
 phenomenal. In 1876 its population was 3,240; in l8Sl, 7,977; in 
 the next five years it had increased to 20,827 ; in the next five to 30,500, 
 and in the following five years reached 40,000. In 1897 the estimated 
 population was 42,000 It has over 1,100 places of business, over loo 
 houses doing a jobbing or wholesale business, over lOO manufacturing 
 institutions, retail stores representing every line of trade, and about 
 one-half of the chartered banks of Canada have branches in the city. 
 It is the ' Heart City ' of the I)')niinion in the language of Lord Lome, 
 and was spoken of as the keystone city of Canada by Lord Dufferin. 
 The American Land ami Title l\ef;ister says of it : ' It is a great mart 
 of a country of nearly 200,000,000 acres of rich territory; the seat of 
 Government of the Keystone Province of th« Dominion of Canada; the 
 
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 centre of its political, social, literary, monetary, manufacturing, and 
 educational interests. Its positive pre-eminence is yearly hecoming 
 more pronounced and commanding. Twenty years ago a small isolated 
 settlement, then a struggling village, then a town ; when, on the advent 
 of the first railway, it rose, within a few years, to the proud position of 
 one of the leading trade centres of the Continent. Rhilways, 
 branching like spokes in a wheel in all directions, gather the wealth of 
 an Island Empire to empty at her feet. The navigation of the Red 
 River, Lakes Winnipeg and Manitoba, and great Saskatchewan and 
 other navigable streams, make tributary to it thousands of miles of im- 
 portant coast line.'" 
 
 Winnipeg was our JIea(l(|iiartcr.s of the Province, 
 somctiines st)'lccl " The Interior Continental Planes," 
 and the week following our arrival was an eventful one 
 indeed. We were delighted with our i)e()j)le and pros- 
 pects, and seemed to catch the sjiirit of the "\\'ilil 
 West " at once, and become imbued with the fervor of 
 brigh*:, hopeful anticipaticMis for our ftiture .service. 
 My dear husband went to lirandon to meet the Com- 
 mandant on his return frcMii Briti.sh Columbia, where 
 he had installed the new Divisional Officer, returning 
 with him for the splendid Wimiipeg campaign. The 
 Commandant was tendered a magnificent welcome, 
 which the pre^js rojiorts graphically : 
 
 "A prince might be proud of a recc'iition, such as was tendered 
 Herbsrt II. Booth, Commandant of the Salvation Army forces in 
 Canada, at the C. P. R. Station, Saturday evening. The announce- 
 ment of Mr Booth's intended arrival from the West drew a large crowd 
 to the station lo ;g before the scheduled time, and when the distinguished 
 representative of the great Salvation movement stepped from his car, 
 followed by a retinue of Ollicers, a great cheer went up from the 
 assembled crowd, such as had not been heard in Winnipeg for many a 
 long day. The local ofhcers of the Army were out in full force, and 
 spell-bound by the lively strains from the brass band, the audience 
 waited the appearance of the orator, it having been previously announced 
 in the press that he would speak in the open air. The young lady, who 
 is Captain of the Winnipeg Corps, introduced the Commandant very 
 prettily in clear, ringing tones, and amid a succession of hearty cheers, 
 the third son of (ieneral Booth bowed his acknowledgement to the signs 
 of welcome, and proceeded U) address the large concourse. The tops of 
 the cars on the sidings were literally covered with men and boys, and a 
 vast surging crowd held sway for a time on the C P. R. premises. 
 
 ** The Salvation Army is not to be surprised sleeping. , . . The 
 soldiers were astir yesterday (Sunday) morning Iwfore many of those 
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 the seven o'cli^ck prayer-meeting was overcrowilei'. The public were 
 invited to all the meetings, Imt the afternoon and evening gatherings 
 were the crowileil ones. In the evening, Commandant Booth describctl 
 the audience as ' packed like sarditmrs in a tin.' 
 
 " This Wiis the Ceneral's fiftieth year of public effort for the Master," 
 said the Commandant in the course of his remarks. " He started his 
 ministry when hut a lad in the interests of righteousness and the (lospel 
 of Christ. Fifty years of progress had marked his life's work, for v.hich 
 they lay all the glory at Jesus' feet. This fiftieth ye.ix was to he signal- 
 ized by a more pronounced and enthusiastic scheme of progre>s than 
 had marked any other year. There were schemes in this country which 
 he hoped to have well on foot when the (ieneral came later in the year — 
 schemes which represented $13000 in new industries ami new efforts, 
 some in the great social sphere and some in the field operations. 
 Citizens of this city would consider it very desirable for the Army to 
 establish on an improved character one of their Food and Shelter Depots. 
 He was told there had been a great deal of agitation in the city during 
 the past winter, and a discussion as to what it was best to do with a 
 section of the comnninity wlio were out of employment. It was 
 in the hearts of the .\rmy to do something in this direction in the fall 
 of this year. Supposing they could secure the necessary assistance 
 from the citizens they would establish a shelter home for single young 
 men who come out here to start a new life." 
 
 It was in those nioeti!iL;"s that we first met the true- 
 hearted, aLjrcssive Westerners aiul otir spirits wanned 
 towards them from the first moment they welcomed 
 so heartih' our Leader at the station. The interest 
 increased hourly; durini^ the services the Command- 
 ant introduced us to them as the Provincial Officers 
 for their coimtr\'. 
 
 The (.'ommandant left us after conducting Officer's 
 Councils, and we followed by holding several days 
 of, to us, never-to-be-forgotten meetings. How John 
 regardetl this o[)portunity is stated in his journal : — 
 
 Tuesday, April 24, 1S94. — This was a day of triumphant blessing 
 to my soul. All day I felt llis presence near. Both Blanche and t 
 were greatly helped and assisted in the Othcer's Councils. As we 
 talked on the most vital matters the ilear Lord drew near and l)lesseil 
 our waiting souls. Tlie officers, too, got blessed and testified to the 
 great lasting benefit they had received— so few are their opportunities 
 to attend sucli councils, owing ti) the great distances. 
 
 Wkdnksday, April 25, 1894. — Oh, what a rush this day has been 
 to me Beginning at 9 a ni., and continuing until 7 p.m., I was 
 interviewing (Mficers all day at the Provincial Headquarters, and great, 
 indeed, was the blessing I got from this Christ-like work. By doing so 
 
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 I was enabled to get into the hearts and afTeclions of my officers, and in 
 the afternoon Blanchie led a Female Officers' Council, which was a 
 time of great blessing, and God helped her very much indeed as she 
 talked with the dear girls. 
 
 Referring, while in Brandon, to one of our first visits 
 to the towns in the Province, he says : 
 
 Monday, May 14, 1894. — First sight of prairie ! We spent this 
 morning in making prcparaiions for going to Rapid City, a distance of 
 over twenty miles. Blanchie went out this a m. to see the aldermen of 
 the city about getting a grant for Rescue Work in Winnipeg. Then at 
 noon eight of us drove off to Rapid City, in a rig provided by 
 Father Earle. Oh, how gcod God is to Mis children, lie leads us 
 through no darker rooms than he has trod before. Our conversation, 
 as we drove along was in Heaven, and our trust was in the living God. 
 He leads us every step of the way, bless Him ! We had a mo.st blessed 
 little meeting on the Windsor Ilotel steps, and Mie crowd gave us a 
 collection. Then the little barracks was comfortably fdled at night 
 and we had a precious time together. Praise the dear Lord. Mrs. 
 Shannon very kindly looked after our bodily wants, and we feel like 
 going on to victory. 
 
 Sunday, May 20, 1894. — A hard day at Portage : 
 
 I. — 7 a.m. Good time Knee drill. 
 2. — 9 a.m. Prisoners' meeting at jail. 
 
 3. — 10.30. Open-air. 
 
 4. — II. Holiness meeting. 
 
 5. — 2.30. Open-air meeting. 
 
 6. — 3 00. Rescue meeting. 
 
 7. — 7.00. Open-air meeting. Enrollment. 
 
 8. — 7.30. In.sffle meeting. 
 
 9 — 10.00. Soldiers' meeting. 
 
 " Twenty-seven dollars in the Rescue meeting. Oh, it was a blessed 
 day, but the work was hard in the extreme, my side pained me so much." 
 
 One of the many schemes mentioned by the Com- 
 mandant in his address at our recejjtion meetings was 
 the commemoration of the General's Jubilee, by opcn- 
 
 Margetts 
 necessity 
 
 (our predecessor) had 
 of such an institution, 
 
 lingatncr 
 the 
 
 ing a Men's Shelter in the Prairie City. 
 
 been 
 
 and creating an 
 interest in it among the citizens. We were an.xious 
 to follow up his efforts and, therefore, took advantage 
 of the meeting, held universally in the beginning of 
 June, to celebrate the illustrious event of our General's 
 half-century of ministry, to again 
 
 promulgate this 
 
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 scheme. Major Read personally did much in the 
 arrangement of this gathering which, by the kindness 
 of the Rev. Mr. Turk, I'ast<jr, and the Officials of the 
 Church, took place in Grace Methodist Church, one of 
 Winnipeg's largest churches. A most influential con- 
 gregation gathered, which was presided over by Mr. 
 W. R. Mulock, Barrister. From a lengthy report we 
 learn : — 
 
 "Archdeacon Phair (Church of England), Rev. Cecil Owen (Church 
 of England), Rev. G. R. Turk (Methodist), Rev. Hugh Pedley^C-n 
 gregationalist). Rev. Mr. Grant (Baptist), Captain R. J. Whilla, Ms 
 Aikens and Mr. G'Laughlin, leading merchants, occupied seats on the 
 platform, and a large crowd was present in the church. 
 
 *• To the right sat His Honor, Lieutenant-Governor Shult: , who 
 listened intently for three hours. Scatteicd here and there thi ou|;ii the 
 audience were other prominent and leading city gentlemen and ladies 
 interested in this me ,i. j ' It was beautiful,' excl.T'.med the Lieutenar-t- 
 Governor, when asked how he enjoyed it. 'Was not that a glorious 
 time ?' said ' " chairman to a friend, after the gathering was over. 
 
 " The chairman, Mr. Mulock, ably reviewed Mrs. Booth's and the 
 General's life, and in deep, earnest words, spoke of The General's 
 Jubilee. Then Major Read described concisely the English and Cana- 
 dian schemes in connection with the Jubilee, and explained the proposed 
 Shelter for Winnipeg. 
 
 " Rev G. R. Turk, of Grace Church, was the next to speak. In 
 glowing terms he spoke of the Army's Social Work, especially the 
 rescue of fallen women. ' I am one with the Army in their glorious 
 work,' said he, 'and I shall always be glad to assist them.' Quite a 
 little merriment was caused as he styled himself the ' Bishop of this 
 Church.' 
 
 "Rev Cecil Owen, Mr. T. A. M. Aikens, Mr. O'Laughlin, Dr. 
 Youman's Rev. Hugh Pciiley, Rev. Mr. Grant and others made warm 
 references to the work, and emphasized the pleasure they felt in thus 
 having a share in the celebration of General Booth's Jubilee, and a sum 
 of money was raised towards the Shelter Scheme." , 
 
 Later on in June we held a Camp-meeting in 
 Portage La Prairie. It seemed as if of very surety 
 God was in the camp. Officers and Soldiers came in 
 from adjacent towns, some driving long distances. 
 The soldiers of our corps drove nearly eighty miles to 
 be present. They covered a wagon with canvas, and 
 used their tented wagons as their temporary abode 
 in the camp grounds. We commenced on Saturday 
 
 
 
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 evening. Someone describing the first night in the 
 camp, said : — 
 
 " Black clouds drifted ominiously across the sky, and more than 
 once dissolved into great searching rain drops, causing us to seek 
 shelter on our way from the depot to the grounds. But neither the 
 storm, rain nor sand dampened the ardor of the Salvationists or the 
 Portage citizens. They rallied in full force and gave the visitors a hearty 
 reception Of all ihe delightful, profitable and inspiring meetings of 
 the bright, happy series, perhaps the last was the most important. In 
 it decisions were m^de that must have eternal issues." 
 
 One who was present tells us : 
 
 " The fire went not out by night, for TjesJay morning's knee-drill 
 found it burning as bright as ever. The Oflicers' Council, led l)y Major 
 and Mrs Read, was a time of heart-searching and consecration, but 
 the Soldiers' Council in the afternoon was the crowning time. We 
 heard of Saul's disobedience in saving the best of the sheep and oxen to 
 sacrifice, after God's command to destroy them. The truth was driven 
 home to the hearts of the hearers with the fact that the excuses of those 
 who were disobeying Gt)d's call, were as offensive in His ears as the 
 bleating of the flocks and the lowing of the herd I le had commanded to be 
 slain. God's Spirit strove, and five young men and one young woman 
 rose to their feet and came forward to the penetent-form to .acknowledge 
 their call and to surrender themselves to God. They settled it there 
 that they would follow all the way, and, trembling with emotion, wrote 
 out their application for officership before rising from their knees. 
 Some may say it was done in a moment of excitement, to be repented 
 of as quickly. It was not so, one young man said *^ me afterwards, 
 ' It is what I ought to have done two years ago. I feel so much better 
 now, but cannot help feeling sad at the thought of what I might have 
 been had I been willing to obey when God first called me.' " 
 
 Following as the aftermath of the Spirit's outpour- 
 ing at Portage came a Sunday's "camping out" in a 
 little town near the border line of Manitoba, but 
 situated in the State of North Dakota. A Winnipeg 
 newspaper man interviewed the Major on his return, 
 and thus reported the Campaign : 
 
 "July io, 1894. — Major and Mrs. Read returned from Pembina 
 yesterday, where a series of Salvation Camp meetings have recently 
 been conducted by the Army. Major Read says he never attended a 
 town where more enthusiasm in religit)us matters was exhibited. The 
 whole town turned out to most of the gatherings. At the last meeting 
 the Mayor was present and gave an address, thanking the visitors 
 for their presence. " 
 
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 VViniii[)eg to make a tour of inspection in the far-away 
 portions of the Province — the most distant i)lace, 
 Victoria, I^.C. — beini^ nearly seventeen hunched miles 
 away. Our experiences were varied and many, John 
 carefully recording them in note book and diar}'. lie 
 writes : 
 
 " Quite elated and overjoyed we left the Winnipeg C. P. R. depot .it 
 II a.m. on Tuesday, July loth. The night previous fifteen souls had 
 knelt at the penitent-torm in Winnipeg crying for deliverance. We had 
 had a beautiful Council, anil a big crowd of soldiers and recruits eagerly 
 listened as wa tried to urge them on in the work. A nice little ofiicers' 
 tea had preceded this Council. 
 
 " A group of friends waved theii parting salutes. Captain Shea's 
 * We'll hold the fort while you are gone,' created within us a deeper 
 feeling that all would go along swimmingly during our absence 
 Throughout our many weeks from Headquarters this scene was ever 
 before us." 
 
 To chronicle the happenini^s of eit^ht weeks in that 
 interestinL^ western country would be an impossibility. 
 I will, therefore, mention only the events which espe- 
 cially affected my husband. Everywhere the t^reeting 
 was warm, and our hearts were greatly drawn out 
 to the people. We were also much impressed 
 with the great opportunities that this new country 
 offers to the enterprising and industrious. We visited 
 ail along the line of the C.P.R., conducting meetings 
 almost everywhere. 
 
 We travelled in Manitoba through great plains of 
 waving golden grain, swaying like sun-touched billows 
 under the induenceof the siunmcr's breeze ; and hedges 
 of variegated field flowers of every coljr and tint 
 which, in the more fertile spots, _ blosso'i into four 
 harvests during the season. Then into Assinaboine 
 and Saskatchewan ; up from Rcgina over two him- 
 dred miles out into a wild but picturesque rv'^gion, 
 and halted for a few days' meetings in Prince Albert, 
 on the shores uC the Saskatchewan Pviver. 
 
 pA'ents make places, and the brave fight waged and 
 noble victory achieved by our Canaflian Voliniteers in 
 1885, in the Louis Reil Rebellion, has made the name 
 
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 of Batoch and other points in this vicinity immortal. 
 Returning from this historic spot to the capital of the 
 North-West Territories, Regina, we passed through 
 rolling meadow land with little " bluffs" or clumps of 
 trees which are dotted here and there. 
 
 Away out into Alberta — travelling hundreds of 
 miles through a sandy, barren stretch of prairie, like 
 a veritable land ocean, burned and parched by the 
 drought of a Western July, even its pools dried up ; 
 nothing but the evidences of alkalie to mark the place 
 where refreshing streams had flowed in the early 
 spring time. 
 
 What a delightful change then, to leave this desert 
 land at Calgary and steam away up a branch railway 
 line to flourishing, charming Edmonton ; through 
 scenery all green, fresh and smiling with a healthy 
 vegetation. 
 
 Readier pens than mine have failed in their endeavors 
 to portray all the magnificent beauties of the glorious 
 Rockies ! I shall, therefore, not attempt any descrip- 
 tion. 
 
 For many hours we went rushing on, marveling at 
 the human ingenuity which had formed a road-bed 
 for the " line of steel " along the steep, mountain 
 ledges ; on the verge of the mighty Fraser ; making 
 them span the great chasms and link together stupen- 
 dous mountain ranges. We left Calgary during the 
 night, and the first view of the wonderful Rockies 
 that burst upon us was the sun dawn illuminating 
 the lofty peaks of. the snow-crowned glaziers with 
 all the brilliant hues of the "bow of promise." As 
 the " Orb of Day " slowly mounted the Heavens 
 its light penetrated every sequestered valley and dell, 
 and in a short hour the whole scene was a blaze of 
 marvellous beauty. We sat spell-bound for hours, as 
 in every dark ravine, impenetrable gorge, unfathomed 
 canyon, swift-flowing river — dashing on in unresisted 
 torrents — and beautiful lake wc recognized the finger 
 
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 and Japan. 
 Province of 
 
 of God. My husband never ceased to elaborate on 
 the grandeur of J3ritish Columbia's three mountain 
 ranges, which must be seen to be fully appreciated. 
 
 VVe reached Vancouver, the rising terminal town of 
 the C. P. R., and the port for their huge " Empress " 
 steamers, periodically sailing for China 
 Here was to begin our campaign in the 
 British Columbia. 
 
 We spent two weeks in this Province, and had just 
 finished the first month's program of our trip when my 
 husband's health broke down. I was remaining in 
 Vancouver to conduct some special Social meetings in 
 the different churches of that city, and my husband 
 intended to visit Vernon and other places in the 
 Mountains, However, he had only reached Vernon a 
 few hours when he was taken very ill and had to tele- 
 graph for ir"i to go to him. He says in his journal : — 
 
 Vkrnon and ARMSTRONn, Monday, Aug. 27, 1894 — Then my 
 Blanchie came, and how pleased I was to see her. I had wired for her. 
 However, she only stayed a few hours and was off again to an out-post 
 called Armstrong, where the dear soldiers were assemljled for a banquet. 
 They wanted her to come and expected me. She went on the 4 p.m 
 train, but, thank God, she will be with me again to-morrow at 10.30. 
 Mrs. and Mr. Moore are very kind to me, indeed, all the time. 
 
 Tuesday, August 2S, 1894. — Blanche came back this morning at 
 10.30, after having had a trying time at Armstrong, as she was so tired, 
 having been up two nights. The Lord blessed her labours very much 
 ^\x dear folks knelt at the Cross for deliverance. They had never seen 
 a woman Officer before, so they were very excited, indeed, over dear 
 Blanche, These dear soldiers h,ad actually left their farms and work 
 and camped out in tents on purpose to take part in these special meet- 
 ings. They came for miles through the lovely B. C. Valley. 
 
 Wednesday, August 29, 1894. — To-night I mustered up strength 
 and went to the meeting. . . . Then Cod helped me to speak a 
 few words for Him. . . , After the meeting was over we had a 
 delightful little Soldiers' C(,u-ncil. Ah, those brave, brave soldiers ! 
 How I love them ! Did not feel at all well whem I got home. Mrs. 
 Moore still very kind to me. 
 
 This serious breakdown was the beginning of the 
 end. He had struggled to carry out the plans for our 
 tour. Perhaps we had undertaken too much, consider- 
 ing the weather was excessively hot and we had had 
 
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 very little cessation from the continual public duty, 
 but everywhere the people were so ea^^er for meetings, 
 for in some of the distant places visited they seldom 
 had a visitor. VV'e seemed to be forced into the mul- 
 titudinous duties by the pressing needs of the moment. 
 It was a strange dispensation and disa{)pointing to my 
 husband, for, although we were three weeks on our 
 return journey to Provincial Headquarters, Winnipeg, 
 filling our appointments, he was able to take charge 
 of but few of them. 
 
 We were absent about two months, and received 
 kindness and cordialit}' everywhere. The Winnipeg 
 Press accelerated our efforts to advance the interest of 
 our work, and always kept its movements and needs 
 well to the fore. They wrote of our home coming : 
 
 " Last night there was a large ai tendance at the Salvation Army 
 Barracks where Major and Mrs. Read, who have been on a travelling 
 tour to the Coast, gave a short resume of ^'leir work in the West. Major 
 Read, in an interesting adilress, spoke oi the hopefulness and success of 
 the Army's operations in the localities over which he has charge, dealing 
 especially with what has been, and is being done in Pembina, 
 Moosomin, Regina, Prince Albert, Calgary, Moose Jaw, Edmonton, 
 Vancouver, New Westminster, Victoria, Nanaimo, Clayton and 
 Vernon." 
 
 Major Read kept a remarkably cheerful spirit 
 through all the distressing vicissitudes of physical 
 suffering that he had to pass through. Even at this 
 time, when his fortitude had been exercised to the 
 fullest extent to enable him to go on to a platform 
 at all, he led one of the brightest meetings I have ever 
 attended. In fact, the j)eo[)le were convulsed with 
 laughter many times over his humorous and graphic 
 recital of our adventures. 
 
 In commenting upon our tour the Commandant 
 said : 
 
 '• Major Read has just recovered from a severe attack of sickness, 
 brought on, doulxless, by overwork and strain. lie has returned to 
 Winnipeg with his wife after a most successful trip to the Coast. He 
 speaks in glowing terms of all he has seen, and says there is going to be 
 a simply tremendous lime there on the occasion of the General's visit." 
 
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 The Winnipeg Band were always ready to render 
 practical co-o{jeration in any scheme we had for the 
 Kingdom's aggrandisement. The Major was much 
 interested in them, not only as musicians, but also 
 in their personal welfare. He C(jnducted little Hand 
 meetings periodically as opportunity offered. Captain 
 Shea, in reporting one of these occasions, wrote : — 
 
 "Major Read loves music. He is a musician himself and plays a 
 concertina with effect. He l)elieves all the music belongs to (lod, hut 
 the Devil has stolen the best part of it, and he in for stealing it back, 
 not the words, but the beautiful tunes and melodies." 
 
 John took a great interest in a certain class of 
 young men who gravitate to the western portions of 
 our coun'ry — the boys whose friends have sent them 
 out to the " ' Woolly West,' because they are fearful of 
 being disgraced by them in the Old Land." He 
 became prom[)tly the recognized friend of these " way- 
 ward boys." One of the many touching stories he 
 used to tell of these dear fellows I am giving : — 
 
 " My soul was melted down by an incident which happened on a 
 certain western train on which I travelled. 
 
 " I had (Tot comfortably settled in a seat and had removed my coat, 
 wearing a red one on the train Stopping at a depot, the car door was 
 flung open, and in walked a poor young fellow drunken, though 
 respectably clad. 
 
 *' Fixing his eye on my red coat, and then looking into my face, he 
 dropped down on the seat and put his arms around my neck. Then he 
 began something on this strain : ' Thought — thee — was — a — mounted — 
 police, — but — I — struck — a — Salvation— brother. Seven — years — in — 
 this — country, — nobody — ever — asked - me — about — my — soul.' Tears 
 flowed freely from liis bleared eyes. Then he told of his poor mother 
 in the Old Land, whom he had left seven years ago, and who thought 
 he was dea.^. People had visited his little ' shack,' but had never 
 spoken a word to him about Spiritual matters 'Thee bist the only 
 man who ever drawed tears to my eyes,' he groaned out, and again 
 leaned his head on my shoulder. ' 1 'eft home two months ago to fish 
 on the Fraser River, made a good bit of cash, and,' (drawing a few 
 dollar bills out of his pocket), ' this is all I got left.' Again he cried. 
 When I suggested the idea of my writing; to his dear old mother, he 
 brightened up and snid, 'Tell her I'm alive, but a poor, mean sinner. 
 Tell her what a wretch I am. I can'l read or write, but you tell her, 
 now, sure.' Then, with a Iresh outburst of griet, he cried, ' Well, why 
 didn't somebody tell me about Salvation before? Why didn't they tell 
 me ? ' On promising that I would keep by his side and not leave him 
 
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 till he got off the train, he seemed contented, still keeping his arm on 
 my shoulder." 
 
 In September Their Excellencies, the Earl and 
 Countess of Aberdeen paid an official visit to Winni- 
 peg. They had for years shown a profound interest 
 in the Army's operations in many lands, and as other 
 Societies were arranging to give them a hearty recep- 
 tion, Major Read also desired to do honor to the Vice- 
 Regal party. Arrat:gements were therefore made to 
 present an address to the Governor-General and Lady 
 Aberdeen. 
 
 Through the courtesy of His Honor, Lieutenant- 
 Governor Shultz, the Army's address was one of three 
 presented on the City Hall steps on the morning of 
 their reception. The following is the text of the 
 same : 
 
 " To their Excelltncies, Lord and Lady Aberdeen : — 
 
 "On behalf of the numbers of Salvationists living throughout Mani- 
 toba, the North-West Territories and British Columbia, this brief, but 
 none the less hearty, welcome is extended to your Excellencies on your 
 arrival in Winnipeg. In you both we recognize true leaders. In your 
 high and noble office we wish you Heaven's blessing and God's peace. 
 Praying that your stay in and around the Province, city, and your 
 journey to and from the Coast, may be frought with much blessing. 
 
 " Signed, J. Read, Major." 
 To which His Excellency graciously replied : 
 
 " I am much gratified at receiving this demonstration of kindness, 
 welcome, and goodwill from the Salvation Army. The address already 
 handed to me, and of which you have just now heard the substance, is 
 certainly, though brief, a declaration that contains all that one would 
 wish to see in any utterance Having for a good many years past had 
 some opportunities of observing the ministrations and operations of the 
 Salvation Army. I can assure you I have long had a thorough convic- 
 tion that these operations are for the glory of God, and, therefore, for 
 the good of mankind ; indeed, it is now tolerably well ascertained by 
 anyone wanting to know the work, that it is not only of a most earnest 
 character, but of the most far-reaching and thorough description. I 
 wish to take the opportunity of joining with you in these expressions of 
 congratulation and good wishes which iiave been called forth by the 
 vigit of General Booth to this country. I have had the advantage and 
 pleasure of some years' acquaintance with General Booth, and, like 
 everyone else who has heard or met that wonderful man, I join with 
 you in earnest good wishes that he may be long spared to be at th« 
 
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 head of this great and remarkable movement. I again offer you my 
 best wishes for your success in the best sense of the word, and I am 
 sure the more the Salvation Army is known, the more it will be regarded 
 with confidence and approval by all right-thinking persons quite apart 
 from the question of individual views on particular forms of worship 
 und devotion." 
 
 New Rescue Home. — The requirements of the 
 Rescue work necessitated the securing of a more 
 commodious and suitable building for its operations. 
 We succeeded in this, after some little ditificulty, and 
 successfully opened a large, bright and airy Home 
 early in October. My husband was very ill, but took 
 a great interest in it, and, as his diary furnishes 
 more details than memory, I will revert again to its 
 pages : 
 
 Fridav, Oct. 5, 1894. — Did not get up to-day. I feel a little easier, 
 but that dreadful pain, that thumping is still there, and makes me feel 
 so sick at times. Dear Blanchie has gone out into the city to-day to 
 see about the Shelter meeting, also Mr. Mulock, and then to 
 arrange about the Rescue Home opening and Rescue meeting. Dr. 
 Clarke came in to-day and prescribed for me. He examined me and 
 said there was no cancer, but still I fear there is. God knows. 
 
 Saturimy, 6, 18; 4. — In bed all day to-day. I wired to Brigadier 
 Holland to-day, sayi g I was still very ill. Dear Blanchie went out 
 after dinner to see Mr. Turk, as she is to speak in Grace Church 
 to-morrow night. Oh, how I should like to be at the battle's front 
 once more. However, I must wait patiently for the Lord's will. Dr. 
 Clarke came to-night at 10 p.m. Blanche telephoned for him as I had 
 a bad day. 
 
 TtiKSHAY, Oct. 9, 1894. —I was able to-day, as yesterday, to dictate 
 quite a few letters to Ensign Raw ling and also to dictate my despatch 
 to All the iVotld. ... I do crave for a strong body. It is my 
 desire ; yes it is. A beautiful little time in the Officers meeting at the 
 Rescue Home to-night. I went out feeling very, very sick and giddy, 
 while there had to go out of the room two or three times. I got home 
 feeling very tired and sick. 
 
 Wednksday, Oct. 10, 1S94. — A messenger came this morning from 
 I^ady Shultz saying she would attend this afternoon's Rescue meeting. 
 Dear Blanchie went to the Rescue Home to the formal opening. They 
 had a grand time. I.ady Shultz was there and spoke ; also Dr Youmans, 
 and other ladies. I do not feel as well to-night, but the dear Lord 
 will m.ike me strong In God I trust. Oh, Hallelujah. Jesus lives. 
 God is love, I know, I feel. 
 
 Thursday, Oct. 11, 1894. — Up all ciay to-day feeling somewhat 
 better, but still the pain is very bad indeed. I have been able to get 
 through quite a bit of work to-day, but still I feel weak. Dr Clarke 
 
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 came to-day while I was at dinner, then this morning Blanche went to 
 see Lady Shullz. She received her well. Then Blanchie is also very 
 busy doing all in her power to push the work. She is to lead a big 
 Shelter demonstration to-night at the barracks. 
 
 His weak state made it difficult to press the claims 
 of the Shelter as he would have wished, but still he 
 kept its needs well to the front. A minister from the 
 North-West who knew him well, said to me the other 
 day : " What a dauntless man Major Read was, he 
 would stop at nothing." True, he was not easily 
 swerved from his course, or many times during the 
 last years of his life he would have given up in despair 
 when overtaken so often by his dread enemy sickness, 
 and his pet jJans were thwarted over and over again 
 because he had not strength to carry them into effect. 
 He refers to the Shelter in his diaries, and though he 
 had to leave the West before this project materialized, 
 he had the pleasure of knowing that through the united 
 efforts of his associates in the war, the co-operation of 
 the citizens, and the pressure and influence brought to 
 bear upon them during the General's magnificent cam- 
 paign, over a thousand dollars was banked towards 
 the initial expense. The citizens of Winnipeg at first 
 could not see the necessity of such an institution in 
 their prosperous city, but when informed that the 
 Army had been constrained to open its barracks the 
 previous winter for a shelter on several occasions when 
 the thermometer had registered thirty and forty below 
 zero, they yielded to the evident necessity of it. 
 Western people are generous and liberal, and they had 
 only to be convinced of the necessity and utility of this 
 department of social reform to rally magnanimously 
 to our aid. 
 
 Public gatherings were held, the City Council was 
 waited upon, individual citizens were visited, with the 
 result that the Shelter was oj3cned early in the New 
 Year by our successor, Brigadier Bennett. 
 
 It was a sad day when the crisis came. From the 
 
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 time of John's breakdown in August — out in Rritish 
 Columbia — he had struggled on, sometimes confined 
 to the house, oftentimes even to his bed. Much prayer 
 was offered throughout the Prjvince, everything his 
 attendant ph}'sician thought of was done to help him. 
 Some days he was full of hope for his ultimate recovery. 
 He was always more or less busily occupied. If he 
 was unable to go out to meetings he held meetings of 
 different descriptions at Provincial Headquarters. If 
 quite unable to go and visit business men, they came 
 to him, if unable to rise and write he attended to his 
 correspondence bolstered up in bed. At last a con- 
 sultation of physicians was called, and after a careful 
 examination their ultimatum was that he would never 
 recover from his malady, which seemed to them 
 chronic, in the rigid climate of the West. 
 
 he Commandant was written to, and kindly prom- 
 ised a change of work as soon as it could possibly be 
 arranged. Also writing officially in the Cry : 
 
 ' ' There are sad item* as well as glad to report The saddest, per- 
 haps, of all is in the direction of the West. At first it seemed impossible 
 to believe that our beloved comrade, Major Read, could be the victim 
 of so serious a malady as that reported by the doctors attending him. 
 Letter after letter, however, confirms the news, and we are forced to 
 take active steps to secure him some place where the climate will be 
 less severe and the work less stringent upon him." 
 
 We had arranged to visit Brandon District together, 
 
 but my husband had regretfully to abandon this 
 
 tour. However, so that the people should not 
 
 be altogether disappointed, he desired me to fill the 
 
 appointment. He says : 
 
 Friday, Oct. 19, 1894 — Up at 8.20, feeling rather tired, but full of 
 joy that God has counted me worthy to follow Him in His own dear 
 footsteps. Glory to His Name. All my life is at God's service. Jesus, 
 Jesus, all the way long it is Jesus. Oh, the great amount of work there 
 is to be done. The harvest is great, but the laborers are few. I did 
 not feel quite so well to-day. In all probability the over-exertion in the 
 meeting last night caused this, but am hoping to be all right again. 
 Blanchie is packing up and getting ready for hev two weeks' tour. 
 Johnnie Hal)kirk accompanies her. She starts out to-morrow, and no 
 doubt God will give her a good time. Several gifts and presents came 
 to each of us from mother (Mrs. Goodall) to-day. 
 
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 Tuesday, Oct. 23, 1894. — Captain Shea slept with me again last 
 night. After brea'kfast I was rejoiced at receiving a letter from dear 
 Blanchie, ielling of glorious victories at Neepawa. How my heart re- 
 joices at ihis bit of news. 
 
 The Chancellor, Ensign Rawlings, and the Cashier, 
 Captain Shea, were most devoted and faithful, relieving 
 my husband of as much work as possible, and readily 
 seconding all his efforts, whether in the interests of the 
 Field, the Self- Denial or Property Schemes, the arrange- 
 ments for the General's tour, or the preparatory work 
 for the establishment of the Shelter. During my ab- 
 sences Captain Shea used to kindly share his room 
 and render him any service he required, also enlivening 
 his lonely hours by his bright cheerfulness. 
 
 My husband was in the midst of the arrangements 
 for the annual Self-Dcnial effort and the General's 
 prospective visit to the Province, and gladly acceeded 
 to the Commandant's desire to stay, if possible, in the 
 West until these events were over. He was to have 
 travelled with the General through the Province, but, 
 of course, was not able to do so. His diary informs 
 us : 
 
 Thursday, Nov. 29, 1894. — I got a wire from the Commandant 
 this morning saying, that he was arranging for Brigadier Holland to 
 travel to the Coast instead of myself. This will lighten the burden for 
 me. We arranged to-day for Cajitain Shea to go on a rest to the Coast. 
 At 3 p.m., after a most successful trip to Emerson, Pembina and other 
 places, Blanche returned home. It does seem good to have her trip 
 over. She had a long letter from Mrs. Booth aliout my illness. 
 
 Sunday, December 2, 1894. — At home all day. Blanchie at meet- 
 ings all day. Dr. Todd came and prescrilied. They had a beautiful 
 time at the barracks to-night. Blanche read a letter to the audience 
 about my sickness and my desire to be at the meeting. Five souls. 
 
 Thursday, Dec. 6, 1894. News came to-day that Blanchie is to 
 go through to the Coast with the Commandant to take the financial 
 responsibility. God will go with her and make her e(j"ial to every 
 emergency. Bless Him. Had some cheery letters to-day. 
 
 Monday, Dec. 10, 1894. — I should, indeed, thank the Lord for the 
 improvement I feel and still go on to pray for restoration. God will, I 
 believe, restore me yet again, although I have pain all over me to-day. 
 I have been very busy, chielly in connection with the General's visit. 
 I still wait upon the Lord. A letter from Blanche's mother cheered me. 
 
NORTII-VVKST PROVINCE. 
 
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 Christmas, Dec. 25, 1894 — Christmas day attain. I^ast year we 
 were at Newfoundland, separateil, Blanche at Trinity, and 1 at Greens- 
 ])ond. What changes since then ! And how far away are we now from 
 that loved spot. Blanche came home from Morden this noon, and we 
 had our Christmas dinner together. My thoughts wandered off again 
 to Old England. 
 
 Sunday, Dec. 29, 1894. — At 10 a.m. the Commandant and Mrs. 
 Read drove round the city to select a place for a Shelter and see leading 
 gentlemen rt the Shelter. After doing business all day with the Com- 
 mandant the party left for the Coast to meet the General. Blanche went 
 with them. Oh, ihese meetings and i)artings. How they seem to tear 
 one's heart. May God watch between us. 
 
 TuKSDAY, Dec. 31, 1S94 — The last day of 1894. What experiences 
 I have had since the beginning of the year. Truly the Lord has been 
 gracious to me. He has up leld me by His right hand. In all the 
 storms I have been upheld, and I sh.all more than ever trust Him and 
 not beafraiil. I am separated from my wife, who is now riding through 
 the British Columbia mountains, on her way to meet the dear General. 
 May CJod uphold lier and stand by her in every trying hour. . . ." 
 
 A volume mii^ht be filled with the happenings of 
 the General's triiinii)hant tour through Canada in 
 the years 1894 and 1S95, and perhaps the occurrences 
 of his visit to the West would not be the least interest- 
 ing, for he spent over two weeks there. But the apex 
 was reached in the magnificent gatherings he con- 
 ducted in the Prairie City, I must give one or two 
 excerpts from the Si)ecial Correspondent's report : 
 
 •' ' I see you have got a heart, and I have been ulatl to look through 
 the key-hole,' was the General's verdict at the last public meeting, 
 which occasion was the climax to the crowning triumph of the North- 
 West. The fact is, tiie Salvation .\rmy is a living power out here, an 
 influence upon the spiritual and moral health of the place similar to that 
 exerted upon the physical by the frost and snow, and the clear atmos- 
 phere and the sleighing to which they give birth. 
 
 " Grace Church is beautiful in construction and commodious in pro- 
 portions. The pastor, Rev. Mr. Turk, placed his church at the General's 
 disposal for the three days covering the campaign — an act of generosity 
 unparalleled in our travels. 
 
 "The ' first filling ' took place on Wednesday night, January i6th. 
 Over one thousand two hundrecl of the 'Cream of Winnijieg' were 
 there, including our own Blood-and-Fire followers. Major Read 
 ignored his weakness and led the risen house in a unanimous, rousing 
 and prolonged greeting. 
 
 " Our capable chairman, Mr. Turk, then turned the tap on — ^nearly 
 an hour's stream of hot, heart-spring congratulation and sympathy. All 
 
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 sections of society — religious, civil, pliihintlirupic and commercial — were 
 represented in the addresses of welcome presented to the Cieneral." 
 
 Scores of souls sought and found pardon and purity 
 during this scries of important gatherings. 
 
 The iMiglisli Cry, in commenting upon the tour, the 
 West, the people, Officers, and Provincial Officer, said 
 of the latter : 
 
 " Major Read regulates his Division from this pivot. He is a clear, 
 warm-hearted, alert Salvationist, much loved l)y his (Jtficcrs and Soldiers, 
 and esteemed by one hundred per cent, of .ne outsiders. There is 
 mutual sorrow at his approaching departure, mingled with grief that 
 serious illness is the cause." 
 
 My dear husband was much touched by the Army 
 Leader's personal interest in his welfare. For in 
 the mitlst of the multitudinous claims upon his atten- 
 tion lie was extremely anxious to liavc a diognosis of 
 his physical condition. lie never forgot this, and it is 
 rather significant that almost the last article he penned 
 for the columns of the Canadian Cry was a character 
 sketch of our venerable General. 
 
 A few short weeks and we bid good-by once more 
 to a people made dear to us by ties of warfare ; to tlie 
 citizens of the Golden West who are noted for their 
 aggressiveness. We should have loved to stay longer 
 among them. It was a keen disa[)pointment to us, 
 but we had learned that Me who held our "times in 
 His hand " is too wise to err, too good to be unkind. 
 
 From John's diary regarding our farewell : 
 
 Wednksday, Feb. 20, 1S95. — I wonder when these partings will 
 cease. Not until we get "the other side the river." We had a most 
 profitable lime at the last Soldiers' Council to-night, and about twenty 
 ilear soldiers sought the blessing of a clean heart. Oh, how the dear 
 Lord helped us. I talked on the " Holy Ghost." Blanche spoke on 
 "Hold Fast !!" 
 
 Our [public farewell took place in the barracks, and 
 the dear Winnipeg bandsmen — faithful to the last — 
 with soldiers and friends, bid us au rev tor dX the. station 
 the following morning, the band struggling to play a 
 parting salute as the train steamed out of the station, 
 
NORTII-WKST PROVINCK. 
 
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 with the thermometer 20 below zero. A simple 
 messa^^c was sent to the clear officers who so faithfully 
 had facilitated our efforts in doin^^ our share to win the 
 West to Jesus : 
 
 " God kindly veils our eyes. Over each step o our future life He 
 makes new scenes to rise We have to say good-bye and leave our 
 much loved command. We have learned to love you all. You have 
 helped us in the fight. Our parting words to you are, ' Be loyal and do 
 right. In the uncerlamty of life we may never meet again on earth 
 Let us work for our reward in the skies. There the surges will cease to 
 roll. Don t for any earthly tempter take back one jot or tittle of the 
 sacred consecration you have made to God. Ciod will hold you to it. 
 hndure hardness as good soldiers to the very end and you as well as 
 those whom you have ied to the Cross, shall be saved eternally Be 
 faithful, be true, be devoted, live a soldier's life and die a warrior's 
 death. God bless you ricV y 
 
 " iiffectiouately yours, 
 
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 CITAPTRR XII. 
 
 WARFARE AND SUFKF.RING. 
 
 " / ii/-e the man xvho faces what he must 
 
 With step ttiumf'^haiit and a heart of cheer ; 
 Who fi,i;hts the daily battle without fear ; 
 Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps un/alteiii'^'^ .rust 
 That God is God ; that, somehow, true and just^ 
 His flans 7V0I k out for mortals ; not a tear 
 Is shea when Joi tune, which the world holds dear, 
 Falls from kis grasp. . . . He alone is great 
 Who, hy a life heroic, conquers fate." 
 
 " Major Read, despite the utmost care and skill of the doctors, has 
 so seriously broken down as to necessitate his immediate recall from 
 Winnipeg. He comes to Toronto, where, after a little rest, he is to 
 take the oversij^ht of the Department so well develojied and run hy our 
 old comrade. Adjutant Southall. In future Major and Mrs. Read will 
 rank as Financial Secretaries." 
 
 Thus runs the Official Gazette from the pen of the 
 Commandant. 
 
 John Read always entered upon every task and duty 
 with interested zest. Kvcn when so disappointed at 
 relinquishing- his loved field work, he was quite bri<4ht 
 and happy in his apj^ointment to liiC Financial De- 
 partment, and was anxious to make it a success. 
 
 I le took hold of his new work with a w'll, determined 
 to make the most of his circumstances. lie was full 
 pf schemes for obtaining the " sinews of the War," 
 but his plans were often frustrated by his continued 
 weakness, lie was often unable to take any public 
 
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 le is to 
 
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 ead will 
 
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 meetings, but was delighted when he had the oppor- 
 tunity to do so. 
 
 In August of 1895 Major Read went to England for 
 seven weeks' furlough. The War Cry of August lOth 
 notes this event : 
 
 " Major Read, who has done yeoman service in various important 
 offices during the past eight years, lias obtained a furlough to visit his 
 home in the Old Land. He sails on August 2ist, and is due to return 
 during the first week of October." 
 
 He wrote a graphic description of this visit, which 
 is stamped luimistakably with his own individuality, 
 and his feelings toward the dear General, Chief of 
 Staff, Commandant, and other Leaders, and also de- 
 scribes some features of the Army's operations in 
 England, therefore I am quoting freely from \i : 
 
 *' The soldier who leaves his home and native land expects to meet 
 privation and hardship on the battlefield. PJre the last kiss is placed on 
 the cheeks of his beloved wife and children, thoughts of what may 
 happen rush torrent-like through his excited l)rain. He may receive 
 the enemy's first bullet at the l)altle's froiit. Before the engagement is 
 over his corpse may be bleaching beneath the hot sun. Death, toil, 
 suffering and sickness stare him in the face, but wrenching himself from 
 every home tie, with loving wife and children at llie threshold bemoan- 
 ing his departure, he turns his back upon them to face the stern realities 
 of war in a foreign clime. Love for his country surpasses every love, 
 and, stepping dt)wn the streets of his native town, he joins his regiment, 
 and hurries to the scene of conflict. Luckily, he goes through every 
 encounter without a fatal wound. Conflict, want and suffering have, 
 however, done their work, and our hero's constitution is wrecked, and 
 for the remainder of his life he must be at the mercy of the Government 
 he has so nobly fought for. 
 
 •'Stern reality this, bi:'. sterner and more real is the w.ir in which 
 Salvationists are engageo. Many brave young men and women, who 
 with God-touched, zealous hearts have left their all, ' friends, time and 
 earthly store' to enlist for lifelong service under the banner of Calvary, 
 have nobly fought, spent their life's blood, died and gone to glory in 
 seeking those who have been at the very mouth of hell. All gt^ry to 
 God for these present-day martyrs. Others there are whose bodies havi; 
 been weakened, and whose constitutions have been wrecked while in- 
 cessantly in tile trenches oi)posingthe devil and his legions. They have 
 stood there until loss of strength has compelled them to fall back a bit 
 and gain vigor for future engagements. They are at times compelled to" 
 go aside awhile from the din and smoke of the front-rank service. Thug 
 was it witli the writer. 
 
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 •' Eight years ui conunual fightinj^ had made inroads on my physical 
 strength Four and a half years' literary work, often working far into 
 the night, is bound to tell on the most robust. Then the sudden change 
 from office life to the cold, l)leak, chilling blasts of Newfoundland, with 
 its rugged travelling, its snow-storms, boat journeys and rough walking, 
 is not very helpful to one physically. The North-West command, in- 
 volving incessant travelling, together with its winter, zeroic climate, is 
 not altogether favorable to one whose body shows symptoms of disease 
 This comliination of change and labor had laid me low, when in No- 
 vember, iSj^, two Winnipeg doctors, after thoroughly overhauling m.y 
 frame, declared that I was in the grip of a chronic malady, and that 
 great care must be taken or I should, perhaps sooner than I expected, 
 be going to the Heavenly Rest Home. December, 1894, January and 
 February, 1895, were consequently spent mostly 'in durance vi'e' at 
 Manitoba's Capital. My denr wife fdled my appointments, drivir.g from 
 place to place in the coldest weather The Commandant decided that 
 a change of work and climate was inevitable, and accordingly we were 
 appointed as Financial Secretaries at Toronto Headquarters. \Ve did 
 not leave Winnipeg, however, until we had enjoyed our dear General's 
 visit with all its manifold attendant blessings. Neither shall I soon 
 forget sitting in a cab in the company of our dear world-wide Leader 
 and his son, the Commandant, being driven to the Government House. 
 It was then the parental side of the dear General's nature showed itself. 
 He felt for me in my weakness, got me to write out the symptoms of my 
 illness, which he sent to a London (England) physician. After our 
 dear Leader had left the Province he wrote me a most beautiful letter 
 with his own hand while on the cars, which letter I prize more than 
 gold. 
 
 '• Not gaining strength very rapidly, and having a longing desire to 
 see my dear old parents once again in the flesh, I decided to visit 
 England for the two-fold purpose of seeking health, and enjoying the 
 sweet hospitality of my native home for at least a few days. How 
 precious is the thought that one is the subject of fervent prayer ! While 
 lying ill at Winnipeg, the dear oflicers and soldiers of a certain corps 
 had espccia'ly met to pny fo»- ki.y healing. The Winnipeg local corps 
 did the same, and the fact that numbers of other dear people were peti- 
 tioning heaven on my behalf cheered me not a little, and gave me 
 strong faith for the future." 
 
 John refers to his arrival in England in his charac- 
 teristic style : 
 
 "On Wednesday, August 28th, after seven days' anxious watching 
 and waiting on the great ocean liner, we catch a glimpse of old England's 
 shore. It was a tedious })assage, though not at all uninteresting. Just 
 before we sighted lantl, a laily who had been put on board at New York 
 ill a consumptive state, died in her cabin. I lor death caused quite a 
 solemn feeling to come over the passengers, but it lasted a very short 
 time. . . . Little knots of passengers lined the bulwarks as our 
 vessel steamed up the English Chwniel' oast the Eddystone Lighthouse, 
 and steered straight for "The Needles, and Isle of White. 
 
WARFARE AND SUIFERINCI. 
 
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 "It was with feelings of joy that I sighleW the shores of Cornwall 
 and Devon. What thoughts and memories flashed through my mind 
 as I gazed upon the beautiful natural scenery that lay before me ! 
 
 "All the events and haopenings of eleven years flashed across my mind 
 in panoramic succession. Here I was returning to the old Homestead 
 after yea^s of active service in the work of soul-saving, with a heart 
 right before God, and a life wholly given up to seek and save the lost ; 
 with a good position, a wife and little one at Toronto. With the recol- 
 lection of all Goil's goodness I was almost overpowered, and lifted my 
 Kbenezer to Heaven. 
 
 "As this flood of renieml)rance swept over me I could not help 
 strainieg my eyes in the dirifction of Poole, for just to the east of this 
 place, in a lovely valley, lay that picturescpie, healthful resort, Bourne- 
 mouth, with I'a.scombe cpiite near. Here, at Hourneuioulh, my dear 
 brother Harry had toilet! and labored in business for years, and G<m1 
 had set His seal upon his efforts. 
 
 "Gradually certain landmarks and scenes became more familiar. 
 IJttle Alum Bay looked just as sweet as it did twelve years before 
 when our Sunday School used to visit it each summer. Passing Cowes, 
 Osborne House — the (Queen's residence Calshot, and Hurst Castles 
 with Netley Hospital we so(m steamed up the narrow arm of water 
 
 into Southampton Harbor In one short hour the huge 
 
 vessfil would be safely moored in her dock. . . ." 
 
 Describitir^ his arrival homt', he sa\'s : 
 
 "Then on reaching home, that (me look into the pure eyes of my 
 godly parents cheered me not a little. Loving salutations were 
 exchanged. What a meeting! 'Yes, it is he i ' exclaimed dear old 
 mother. 'Dear boy, not much changed!' said grey-haired father 
 with trembling voice. Sister Lizzie lijcking on wonderingly. What a 
 quartette ! VVe wept and prayed together. My joy was full. Then 
 there was the happy union with brothers, their wives and children, as 
 well as many other dear friends. 
 
 "Added to this, the old home, the room where I was born, the 
 garden in which we were wont to play, the streets up which our Utile 
 feet used to jiatter to meet father. Pointing its tower to the sky was 
 the old Al)l)ey Church, and liow familiar its eight bells soundeil once 
 again. How many old friends had gone into eternity? Our old 
 Sunday School .Superintendent had dropped dead on the street near his 
 own store. Anotlier prominent officedjcarer of that same school had 
 died at his own breakfast table. Tliose who were children when I left 
 home h.id grown beyond recognition, and many had children of their 
 own. Change seemed marked a!l round. Old landmarks gone, new 
 ones built. . . . Yea, verily, I was glad to be in dear England 
 again, and, although one country is as good as another to a Salvationist, 
 and, as John Wesley said, 'the whole world is our parish,' yet we do 
 lean a bit towards the land of our birth." 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 In speaking of his visit to the International Head- 
 quarters, Major Read says : 
 
 TiiUKSDAY, Sept. 5th. — I have been all over Clerkenwell Head- 
 quarters, and those two words " all over " are very significant. Into 
 the hands of the Editorial lions I fell almost before I knew it. Had a 
 short interview with Commissioner Nicol. I shall not soon forget it 
 From his lips I learned much of the Army Writers' Company, and other 
 like institutions. Then, what can I write about the Lithograph, Etch- 
 ing, Artist, Printing, Dressmaking, and all the other veritable network 
 of departments? I cannot do them justice. Oh, the rush at this place ! 
 From there I walked across to International Headquarters, and had 
 a blessed interview with our brave Chief It was a treat and pleasure 
 t(3 shake hands with him. His loving words will stand by me "'till 
 the Morning." " Fight it out," were the words he wrote at the foot of 
 one of his own photographs, which he presented to me together with a 
 copy of " Reminiscences of Mrs Booth's Life " by his own |ien. These I 
 shall always treasure. Never shall I forget that blessed half hour ! 
 Coming out of his office, whom shjuld I meet but Mr. Lot Lawford 
 (my cousin, and member of the Over-Sea Colony Deputation to 
 Canada), and Colonel Stitt. Our meeting this side of the water was 
 none the less jileasant than when we met that Sunday morning at the 
 Union Depot, Toronto. What miles we had each travelled since then ! 
 
 The following is a partial copy of the interview 
 referred to between Commissioner Nicol and the 
 Major, as it appeared in the English Cry a week or 
 two later : 
 
 "Major Read is a lithe, well-proportioned, fresh-colored man, with 
 a frank and happy countenance. His hair is of the poetical shade He 
 left England ten years ago, and since then has accjuired, very naturally, 
 that direct and pugnant style of American loquacity, without being 
 bumptious or conceited. His religion shines in his eyes, and there is a 
 tender, at times pathetic, tone in his talk. He impresses you as very 
 genuine ; a man who lives uji to the standard of professed spiritual life. 
 His visit to England has a double object. He is not well. For months 
 his kidneys have been disordered. In consequence of this jjhysical ail- 
 ment, the dear fellow was very reluctantly compelled to give up the 
 North-West conmiand and hitch on to the Toronto lleadcpiarters as the 
 Commandant's Financial Secretary — a sort of Colonel Sturgess for 
 Canada. The sedentary character ol" this post has enabled him to doctor 
 his kidneys, and he is at present living mainly on milk, fruit, and bread 
 and butter. It takes a man of extra grit to work on this fare on the 
 other side of the pond The trip here and back to Canada will, we 
 hope, just put him right. His second purpose in coming is to see the 
 old folks. He embarks towards the latter end of the month. 
 
 " As M.-ijor Read sat for four and a half years in the Editorial chair 
 of Canada, we believed him to be a man of some observing power, so 
 we asked him a few questions : 
 
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 *' * Looking back to the past, Major, what have you to say with 
 respect to the Army's grip of the people?' 
 
 *' 'That it is better understood, less elTected by attack and prejudiced 
 criticism ; our soldiers are such by conviction and principle, and hold 
 more intelligent views as to our olijects and principles than they at one 
 time did. The officers (Canadian) are beautiful. They may not possess 
 the same degree of clench as the British — but for endurance, piety and 
 whole-heartedness, I should say they will be difficult to beat.' 
 
 
 " ' And your present soul-thirst?' 
 
 " * For a keener relish than ever of the practical. Saintship and 
 soldiership can grow together, but the tendency of things is to have loss 
 of both, and suljstitute a mongrel theory, and a passive face to the 
 enemy. We want more antagonism to the world in our nature.' 
 
 "We agreed, prayed for power to walk in the light, and parted." 
 
 The Major described his visit to the Hadleigh Farm 
 as follows : 
 
 '* It was rather late in the day when I landed at Leigh station to 
 spend half a day at lladleigli Farm Colony. Being very tired and weary, 
 I longed for some conveyance to take me the two miles to the farm, but 
 • shank's pony' was the only available mt)de of locomotion just at that 
 time. A Camberwell bandsman happened to be going to the Colony, 
 so we set out, and a hot walk it was, but pleasant withal. Arriving at 
 the Governor's house, I found that he was in London, but Captain (Dr. ) 
 Hart, of the Mare Street Headquarters, was at the farmhouse, and 
 would be glad to accompany me over the Colony. Making my way to 
 the farmhouse, I found Mr. and Mrs. Matthews and guests at dinner, 
 and gladly accepted their kind invitation to partake of some refresh- 
 ment. On enquiry, I found that these guests had taken up apartments, 
 and were enjoying the delightful air and scenery of Hadleigh 
 
 *' I took a few rough notes so that I might in the future give my 
 friends a little idea of the place. 
 
 •* 'That's our own train you see coming roind the corner there. It 
 is used to convey the refuse from the wharf to the foot of that hill. 
 Then it is drawn by machinery up the hill to the top, where it is mixed 
 to fertilize the land.' 
 
 " Peacefully grazing a few yards away in a green patch was 'Jenny,' 
 the Farm Colony donkey, looking as contented as the dear 
 rescued men near by. Our guide took us up to a slight elevation, and 
 telling us to cast our eyes around, we took in at a glance the situation. 
 There was the hospital, the henneries, the rabl)if warren in the fore- 
 ground ; while away in <he distance stretched acres upon acres of most 
 beautiful land, reclaimed from the mighty Thames. Thousands of newly 
 burnt bricks were stacked up. There was the Salvation Army wharf, 
 at which seven barges land their tons of city refuse ; in the midst of all 
 stands the old castle. 
 
 •' I was taken also to see some of the 'submerged,' busy hoeing in a 
 ttrawherry bed. There were about thirty men, as happy as they could 
 
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 be, whistling and humming Army songs, keeping Lime with their work ; 
 how I thanked God. Then I went to see the Colonists, after their day's 
 work, making tracks for their cottages and dormitories. I shall not 
 soon forget the scene. Such an air of satisfaction pervaded the place. 
 
 It was Dr. Hart's express wish that I should see the dormitories before 
 I left, and I seized the opportunity. It was nearly seven o'clock. The 
 Colonists had taken supper, and were enjoying a well-earned rest, sitting 
 about or reclining upon their beds. How contented they looked ! It 
 was now getting late, and train-time came on apace We were driven 
 by Mr. Matthews' son to Leigh station, and I reached my billet in 
 Hackney feeling delighted that I had been privileged to see the Ilad- 
 leigh Colony." 
 
 There are many little touching sidelights thrown 
 upon his life while at home in the minute and ex- 
 haustive account he gives of this visit. The last one 
 being : 
 
 " All too soon the day arrived for the final good-bye. It was a 
 wrench ! ' Fret not thyself because of evil-doers ! ' read my dear father 
 at the family altar that last day of my stay in England. Nine years ago 
 on a similar occasion he had read, ' I will lift up mine eyes unto tlie 
 hills.' Never shall I forget those two Psalms. How father prayed 
 that morning ! It was a parting indeed. I tried, without success, to 
 keep back the scalding tears. Little did I think it was the last prayer 
 I should hear my father pray, and the last kiss I should give him, but 
 so it was. 
 
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 " Dear Sister Li?.7,ie, and other friends came to Southampton to wave 
 their farewells, and as the huge steamer "I'aris" left her dock and 
 glided down the Southampton water, I saw the flying handkerohicf of 
 my sister until it faded from view, and I was fairly en route home again 
 passing in quick time the old familiar spots along the shores of the 
 Solent 
 
 On Major Read's return to Canada he took up the 
 duties of his posititjn with renewed zeal. His health 
 w.'is not materially im[)roved by the change. Attacks 
 of his malady similiar to the seizure he had in VViiuii- 
 peg recurred from time to time. 
 
 While ill in bed, he wrote on Thursday, April 30th, 
 1896: 
 
 " ■, Tave to get to the Temple agai\i and to my loved work. Dear 
 Bi 1,> id Violet went up to mother's tliis afternoon and stayed until 
 ^h's ■ \ .te a chatige for them, and will do them good. Hlanchie gets 
 wtr/, . J y :reci Oh, how we wish we could again get out in the field J 
 
VVARFARK AND SUFFKRING. 
 
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 We must wait God's time and God's will. lie doeth all things well. 
 Praise Hiin ! 
 
 Friday, May ist, 1896. — Blanchie and Mrs. G went to ihc 
 
 hospital to see Mother Florence. The Commandant came to see me 
 to-night. Prayed with us. Blanche went to see Mrs. Booth re her 
 new charge — the Rescue Work. 
 
 Tuesday, May 5th, 1896. — Blanchie came down to the Temple this 
 afternoon to see about her work (Rescue). Commandant and Colonel 
 were pleased to see me hack at the Temple once more. Then there was 
 the Officers' Council to-night at the Rescue Home. We both went and 
 enjoyed it very much. I shall not soon forget the Commandant's 
 Bible reading on " Daniel." 'low we enjoyed it ! We both testified. 
 
 Of the farewell of the Commandant and Mrs. Bcjoth 
 for Australia, and the welcome of the Fiekl Com- 
 missioner to Canada in this month, he said : 
 
 TtJESDAY, June 9ih, 1S96. — Never shall I forget that glorious 
 farewell meeting. How God helped the Commandant and Mrs. Booth 
 to speak. The rain poured down, but the people came in a crow.1. It 
 was a grand farewell and no mistake 
 
 Wednesday, June loth, 1896. — The day was beautiful, and this 
 really was a red-letter day. The morning session of Council in the 
 \ >ung Men's Christian Association will not soon be forgotten. How 
 straight the Commandant talked. It was lovely indeed. Oh, how 
 that room full of Officers drank in the truth ! Then what can I say of 
 the Staff tea or the wonderful farewell. It was really heart-rending. 
 Commandant and Mrs Booth cried. The Provincial Officers stood 
 around them under the flag. Commandant's last words : " F'ollow 
 thou Me !" Mrs. Booth's: "Stand firm 1" It was a never-to-be- 
 forgotten time ! 
 
 Thursday, June nth, 1896. — Up at 6.30. This was to be the 
 welcome of near Commissioner Booth. All was hurry and bustle, in 
 final preparations for the farewell of our dear Commandant and Mr-;. 
 Booth. Of course, we did not do a great deal of work to-day. At 
 4.30 we filed up and marched to the Union Station. It was a l(.)vely 
 march. Then the farewell address at the back of the car was impres- 
 sive. The last words of the Commandant were touching — "Standby 
 the Cross!" and Mrs. Booth— «' Hold on!" Then there was the 
 welcome meeting to the Commissioner at the Pavilion at night. Oh, 
 what a terrible crush ! Sliall we ever forget it ? No ! no ! God has 
 sent us the right Leader. Such a power for good she will be ! ! ! 
 
 Fru)AY, June 1 2th. — Tired, but it is very seldom we have such 
 glorious times. I attended the morning Council in the V. M.C. .\., and 
 it was a precious and glorious time Oli, how the dear Lord touche 1 
 the lips of the Commissioner! How the officers took her to their 
 hearts one and all ! Burning words of fire fell from her lijis. Then 
 the Staff Tea was a most delightful tin\e. The united Officers' and 
 Soldiers' Council in the Jubilee Hall at night will never be forgotten. 
 
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 The best wine of the feast. Commissioner spoke one hour and three- 
 
 (luarters. 
 
 Friday, June 19th, 1896. — A big day's work. I really suffered 
 untold agony to-day. The heat, too, affected me somewhat. Then ^ 
 walked down to the wharf to see the yacht with Staff-Captain Minnicei 
 and this was quite an exertion, and did me more harm than good. 
 Blanche was down at the oflice all day, from 10 a.m., and in the after- 
 noon she went round to the Rescue Institutions with the Commissioner, 
 who enjoyed it very much, indeed. 
 
 TuKSDAY, July 7th, 1896. — My heart was cheered by the success of 
 the Grace Before Meat Scheme. It was good. I do want to see it go, 
 and be made a success. Then I shall be glad. Blanchie went to the 
 Police Court this morning on her Rescue Work, and was stirred by the 
 sights she saw. Then she came up to the office to work the rest of the 
 day. 
 
 Saturday, July nth, 1896. — Up in good time, at 7 a.m., and 
 went down to the Temple, where I was kept busy all morning up to 
 II a.m., when I went to have dinner, and to help Blanchie down to the 
 Union Depot with Violet and the valise for Bownianville, where she 
 went with Mary also, for the week-end, to lead some Camp meetings. 
 I stayed at the Temple, at Mrs. Peacock's all night, after putting in 
 the afternoon in the office. 
 
 Tuesday, July 14th. 1896. — The Colonel gave me another job 
 to-day re the Candidates. He asked me to take it over. The dear 
 Lord will help me. Mother came to supper to-night and enjoyed it 
 She is so kind and good. 
 
 I was very much exhaused as a result of months of 
 anxiety at this time and had a sHj^ht attack of brain 
 fever. John was very anxious. He says, in comment- 
 ing upon it : 
 
 TuKSDAY, July 2ist, 1S96. — Captain Howcroft stayed with us all 
 night to-night, and it was company and help. Then Blanche was, I 
 am so glad to say, much better this morning. We all had a very rest- 
 less night last night. Oh, how the darling baby cried for her mamma, 
 but she could not have her. The Doctor would not allow it. It was a 
 strange night. I got up early and went down to the office, so thankful 
 at any rate, that Blanche was so much better. God will, I feel sure, 
 heal her, and lay His hand upon her. 
 
 Colonel and Mrs. Holland 
 
 States in October, 1896: 
 
 Monday, Oct. and, 1S96 — Up at 7, 
 a bit better, especially after last night's 
 
 Smeeton and I went direct to the depot to see Colonel and Mrs. Hol- 
 land off, and we felt the parting very much, for we have learned to love 
 them very dearly. In God I trust. Oh, that I had t stronger body, 
 so that I could go out and do more for God. 
 
 left Canada for the 
 
 and must say that I felt quite 
 hard meeting. Staff-Captain 
 
WARFARE AND SUFFERING. 
 
 125 
 
 It was in October he aj:jain had to give up some o 
 his duties. The War Cry of Oct. the 30th inst., said ; 
 
 " We are sorry that it becomes necessary once more to say, Pray fot 
 Major Read. lie is far from being well After careful consideration 
 and much prayer, the Commissioner has decided to relieve him of some 
 of his work, so that he may have an opportunity to renew his strenj^th, 
 and fortify himself a little this coming winter The Major has always 
 taken a lively interest in the Grace Before Meat Scheme. He will 
 continue to have the oversight of this throughout the Territory, and do 
 his utmost to push it. We all appreciate very much the Commissioner's 
 thoughtful care in this matter and will continue to pray that the Major's 
 labors in this may be much owned of God." 
 
 John's diary : 
 
 Wednesday, Oct. 28th, 1896 — I really did feel somewhat dis- 
 composed this morning when I thought over my sickness, but what can 
 I do but throw myself over on the strength of God, who surely has 
 some wise purpose in view in thus afflicting nie. All I can do is to 
 trust and not be afraid. 
 
 Monday, Nov. i6th, 1896. — Blanche went to the Temple to-day, 
 and is to be away until 10 p.m. at the Mercer, I'lescue Home, etc. 
 Well, she is on the dear Lord's errands, and I am oidy too glad that 
 she can thus get out all day. My back is quite bad to-day, but I am, I 
 believe, getting better. My head was something frightful to-day. I 
 suft'ered untold agony all day, but to night it is somewhat better, for 
 which I do thank God. 
 
 Wednesday, Nov. i8th, 1896. — Being a nice mild day, I went 
 down to the Temple to-day and saw the Commissioner. She was so 
 kind to me. So pleased that I showed signs of getting better. God 
 bless her ! Had a long rhat with the Colonel about Newfoundland. 
 People sent presents to us. Judge Conroy, History of Newfoundland, 
 etc. They were all so nice and kind at the Temple. Blanche went 
 out with Dr. Yeomans' from Winnipeg to-day. 
 
 In the same year, when unable to take much part 
 in the Self Denial effort, he wrote, for the encourage- 
 ment of others, in the special Cry : 
 
 "EXCELSIOR. 
 
 •• It has always been my extreme delight to be at the Battle's front. 
 Now, through sickness, I am denied this glorious privilege. Self Denial, 
 therefore, presents itself to me in quite a different aspect. I gladly 
 submit, and, knowing full well that ' If wc sufl'er we sliall reign with 
 Him,' I bow to (iod's will, and shall not forget to fervently pray for 
 the triumphant success of this year's Self-Denial effort. ' Excelsior,' 
 must be the watchword." 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 Thursday, Dec. loth, 1895. — Being a fine day, I determined to go 
 down to the Temple this morning. I went, did quite a l)it of business, 
 greatly enjoyed it, and got hack at noon. Should Ije so glad if I were 
 able to go down daily, but I must bear u[>. I felt quite tired out when 
 
 1 got home. 
 
 Thursday, Dec. 31st, 1896. — Up at 7.30 p.m. Last day in the 
 old year! Oh, the defeats in some cases, but the year has fled. It has 
 grme never to be recalled, I got a nice letter from dear Lizzie and 
 mother to-day. It cheered me much. Oh, how good dear mother has 
 been ! Dear father has gone to Heaven, and we shall all meet in the 
 Morning. I went down to the Temple this morning, stayed until 
 
 2 p.m., but my |ioor legs swelled so very much. In fact they seem to 
 get worse and worse. The Lord knows all about it. I am leaning 
 hard upon Ilim, and His strong arm. StafT-Captain Smeeton and 
 Captain Martin here to supper. Ella came in after. I intend going to 
 the Watch Night at Lisgar St., God willing 
 
 The early months of 1897 passed in a simihir way 
 to those recorded for 1896. Sometimes cast down 
 with all the torturini^ dcj)ression of "his malady, at 
 other times elated with the hope of ultimate recovery 
 l)y some little improvement in his condition. One 
 day, delii;hted because stron^^er, and able to rush 
 forward in performance of some service in the holy 
 warfare, at another, so downcast and troubled throutrh 
 his continued weakness, that he could not bear the 
 thought of going where his comrades were gathered 
 together. 
 
 In June, the Commissioner, Miss Booth, conducted 
 a huge enrollment of soldiers in the Pavilion, Toronto, 
 and at that meeting announced the promotion of three 
 Majors to the rank of Ikigadier. My husband was 
 unable to be present, and no one manifested more 
 surjjrise than he, when the news of this honor from 
 his General was carried to him. His first exclamation, 
 " Oh, I wish I was strong ! " was characteristic of the 
 man. The Commissioner, in writing of these promo- 
 tions, said : 
 
 " Brigadier Read, for over ten years, has manifested all the char- 
 acteristics of a Blood and Fire Salvationist. His love for hard work is 
 well known, for no small number have witnessed in the ditTerent posi- 
 tions he has occupied, the continual and desperate effort he has put 
 forth, often in spite of great physical weakness." 
 
WARFARE AND SUFFERING. 
 
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 never fori^ct the 
 With tears in his 
 
 As he was feeh'ni,^ a h'ttle stronijer in body, he was 
 shortly afterward appointed by the Commissioner to 
 succeed Ikic^adier Howell in the commaiul of the 
 Central Ontario Province. I shall 
 day he received this aj)pointment. 
 eyes, he said to me, " Oh, if I am only able to do it, 
 won't it be splendid ? " 
 
 This return to a sphere he delighted in was com- 
 mented on by the Canadian Crj' : 
 
 " Brigadier John Read has for some time now been considerably 
 better in health, and, as his health improved, his thirst for more work 
 increased, and his desire for a more hand-to-hand warfare than the 
 duties which the Field Commissioner so kindly made hghi for his 
 health's sake permitted. He goes to the Central Piovince with the 
 bounding zeal of a lad, but with the wisdom and expeiience of a father 
 in the war. lie is already known, loved and respected, and will, with 
 Mrs. Read, receive an enthusiastic welcome to the Central." 
 
 The installation took place m the Temple Audi- 
 torium. The Commissioner sent the following en- 
 couraging message to the meeting : 
 
 "With eager gladness, I express my wholehearted confidence in you 
 in the position to which you have been recently appointed, and my high 
 expectations as to how God will honor your labors in this new com- 
 mand. He will make you the means of salvation to crowds of sinners, 
 ins])iration and strength to the soldiers, and a holy example to all right 
 through the Province." 
 
 Brigadier Complin conducted it in the absence of 
 Colonel Jacobs. I give a brief sketch from the rejiort : 
 
 " The interesting ceremony of installing tlie new Provincial Officer 
 and Chancellor for the Central Ontario Province was to have been con- 
 ducted by the Chief Secretary, but owing to ill-health he was unable to 
 come ; so the duly devolved upon Brigadier Complin, the ll'eir Ciy 
 Kilitor. All the C'ty Corps united to welcome their new leaders, as 
 well as a goodly number of friends and sympathizers. 
 
 '* The Staff Band was in evidence, leading a stirring march. Their 
 playing caused quite a stir. They are decidedly on the upgrade. The 
 crowd which was assembled in the large hall of the Temple for free and 
 happy Salvationism were certainly of < xcellent quality. BrigadierComjilin 
 gave out the old song, ' With shield and banner bright.' After the 
 reading of the ' Blesseds ' in Matthew 5, the meeting went ahead in 
 grand style. Brigadier Complin paid a glowing tiii)ute to the new 
 Provinrinl r)ffirer. Success, he said, was from (iod, l)ut it was con- 
 ditional, generally speaking, upon the possession of certain qualifications. 
 
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 Amongst others he noted in Brigadier Read the following : Clear and 
 strong convictions of Divine things ; diligence in business ; possession 
 
 of the spirit of a father and brother to his people 
 
 " The crowd cheered and responded as the new Provincial Officer, 
 in response to the call of the leader of the meeting, came to the front. 
 ' It has been hard work,' he said, * to sit and listen to people talking 
 alxjut me and pattinc me on the back.' 'You deserve it all,' cried 
 Mother Florence. The Brigadier went on to praise God for his definite 
 soul-experience of conversion, sanctification, and the conviction he had 
 within his own soul that he and his dear wife were God-appointed, God- 
 sent. (That's rock-bottom to commence on. Hallelujah!) Reiterating 
 'he words of his Chancellor, Staff-Captain Minnice, he poured out his 
 heart's desire for them all, assuring them of his willingness to he their 
 'riend at all times, reminding comrade, friend, backslider, and sinner, 
 that his address was 77 Ulster Street, City." 
 
 He expressed his desire for the advancement of the 
 Province in the following letter to the officers : 
 
 "You will have heard by this time of our appointment by the Com- 
 missioner to the command of the Central Ontario Province, and in 
 coming among you we shall endeavor to seek first and foremost the in- 
 terests of God's Kingdom. We begin our command with the blessed 
 assurance that we are God-sent. This does and will give us power and 
 assurance in coming into your midst. It is a blessed satisfaction to the 
 leaders of God's people to know that they are divinely commissioned by 
 Him. This we are sure of, and shall, therefore, with confidence strive 
 in every possible detail, not only to please God and our Commissioner, 
 but to spiritually help, bless, and cheer our dear officers, soldiers and 
 recruits. Will you come to our assistance ? You can all make the path 
 easier for us by 
 
 " 1st, — Seeking solely the interests of God's Kingdom. 
 '• 2nd. — Devotedly doing the work to which He has called you. 
 "3rd. — Studying the interests of your new Provincial Officers by 
 carrying the Spirit of Cnrist into every detail of your work. 
 
 "We shall not be able to get to see you personally for some time to 
 come, but we hope to do so as soon as possible. In the meantime reckon 
 on our standing by you You can make our coming togeiht." a mighty 
 blessing and success. 
 
 " Yours in His service, 
 
 "J. Read, Provincial f'dicer." 
 
 My husband and I took a three weeks' tour shortly 
 after our welcome gathering in Toronto, meeting most 
 of the officers in Council at various centres. The first 
 and most important was held at Hamilton, when forty- 
 five officers met together to consider the best means 
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 of the brave warrior officers of this part of the battle- 
 field : 
 
 PENTECOSTAL TIMES. 
 
 "The first of the series of meetings welcoming the newly-appointed 
 Provincial leaders — Brigadier Read, Mrs. Read, and Staff-Captain 
 Minnice — was held in the Salvation Citadel at Hamilton on Tuesday 
 evening. It would not be out of place to mention the nice welcome tea 
 provided by local officers and soldiers of the corps. The tables were 
 neatly laid out, and eatables temptingly arranged, to which ample justice 
 was done. A casual observer could not have failed to notice the spirit 
 of oneness and unity that existed. Old warriors fairly glowed as they 
 sipped their tea and told the veterans or the newly-enlisted cadets across 
 the table of battles fought and victories won. It was not dll'licult to see 
 that whatever may have been the feelings of those forty Staff and Field 
 Officers toward their Provincial leader when they sat down to tea, that 
 before tliey had finished the Brigadier had them with him without an 
 exception." 
 
 My dear husband's hopes were af^ain doomed to 
 disappointment, for after piloting the Harvest Festival 
 and Self-Denial schemes, and materially facilitatiiif; 
 the arrangements for the Commissioner's great Anni- 
 versary gatherings, he had to again ask — though very 
 reluctantly — the Commissioner to relieve him of his 
 responsible position. 
 
 The Central Province, like the Provinces in the far 
 East and West of Canada, covers a large area of 
 coimtry, and, therefore, involves a ^:";eat deal of travel- 
 ling. He was not able to iitidcrK.ke the travciliiiLr, 
 nor stand the strain of the financial rcs[)()iisihililies 
 attached to it. The five Tioni!\s were busily employed, 
 although he often felt there \vas comparatively little 
 accomplished, and deplored the fact that his weak 
 condition had prevented his visiting every Corjjs in 
 the Province. He felt the tiecessity of this retirement 
 keenly, and was much discouraged, but gratefully 
 took up the light duties of Auxiliary Secretaryship 
 thoughtfiilly given him by the Commissioner. The 
 67;' contained a sympathetic editorial aimending 
 
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 his parting salute to his late officers in the Pro- 
 vince : 
 
 "That brave and indefatigable warrior, Brigadier Read, has been 
 obliged to go into winter quarters for the season. He sends the follow- 
 ing message to the Staff and Field Officers of the Central Ontario 
 Province : 'Thanks, nrany thanks, for all the loving deeds of kindness, 
 and noble acts of loyalty and love which you have all manifested to 
 dear Mrs. Read and myself during our short command of the Central. 
 All I regret is, that sickness prevented my doing what my heart desired 
 to do. But for this physical affliction many other Corps would have 
 been visited, and we should have had the great pleasure of meeting 
 more of our comrades in the field. However, count still on my dear 
 wife and myself to assist you in any possible way we can in the future. 
 Our opportunities for assisting our comrade officers and soldiers have 
 not ceased. Continue to fervently pray that God may lay His healing 
 hand upon my body. Oh, the glories of the front of the battle ! Com- 
 rades make the best use of your chances. God bless you all. 
 
 •"J. Read, Brigadier.'" 
 The editorial concluding : 
 
 " No one regrets, or feels more deeply than does the Commissioner, 
 for those of our leading officers whose delicate state of health necessi- 
 tates their immediate removal from their present commands — notably. 
 Brigadier and Mrs. Read, of the Central Ontario Province, and Major 
 and Mrs. McMillan, of Newfoundland. Brigadier Read, in spite of an 
 afffictiou of a painful and distressing nature, has bravely battled on 
 and done his best until the cold weather has made it impossible for him 
 to continue longer. He finally relinquishes his charge on Dec. gih." 
 
 Our formal farewell, with that of Adjutant and Mrs. 
 Stanyon and Captain T. H. Adams, was enthusiastically 
 reported : 
 
 " Grand finale at Fort Lisgar ! Twenty-one souls in one meeting 
 for salvation ! Captain and Mrs. Adams also say good-by lor Chicago ! 
 
 " Crowded barracks ! Offerings doubled ! Great excitement ! 
 Tears I Rejoicings ! Soldiers on Fire ! Friends deeply interested ! 
 Band to the fiont ! Divine influence manifested ! Stirring, interesting 
 addresses by Brigadier and Mrs. Read, Staff-Captain Minnice, Adjutant 
 and Mrs. Stanyon, Captain and Mrs. Adams, and others. Best of all 
 one soul for The Blessing in the morning. Twenty-one souls — three 
 juniors — in Sunday evening meeting for Salvation, nearly all volunteered. 
 Verdict of all — splendid day ! Wonderful meetings ! Beautiful windup 1 
 Hallelujah ! 
 
NEARIND THE HOMELAND. 
 
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 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 NEARING THE HOMELAND. 
 
 •' Once the iword, but now the sceptre, 
 
 Once the fight, now the rest and fame ; 
 Broken every earthly fetter 
 
 Now the glory for the cross and shame ; 
 Once the loss of all for fesus. 
 
 But now the eternal gain 
 Trials and sot rows here have now their meaning found. 
 
 Mysteries their explanation ; 
 Safe, forever, in the sunlight gleaming , 
 
 OJ His eternal salvation." 
 
 Dr. John Watson, in his "Companions of the Sorrow- 
 ful Way," writes : " If it were given unto us to choose 
 the way wherein we should walk, is there one of us 
 would not prefer the way of doing to the one of suffer- 
 ing? ... . 
 
 '• Any servant of Christ would ten times rather 
 face a hostile world, even unto death, in the declara- 
 tion and defence of the Evangel, than be silenced and 
 hear from afar the sound of the battle. Ah ! the mul- 
 titude of victims who have ceased to labor or to resist, 
 who carry the cross in silence and patience along the 
 Sorrowful Way with the Lord." 
 
 John Read loved the " doing," and almost to the 
 end of his life was always occupied in some service for 
 others, but during the last year much time was spent 
 
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 132 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 ill " sufferincj^ " and " afar from the sound of battle," 
 j)atiently carrying his Lord's cross. 
 
 An irresistable desire is upon me to tell the story of 
 those days chiefly in his own words, as his diaries 
 show how hopeful he was sometimes, and breathe out 
 in every sentence the spirit of his devoted life. Mis 
 first entry for 1898 was : 
 
 Sai UKDAY, Jan. i, 1898.— Oh, the mercy of God ! Darlinc; Violet 
 is still with us. In His mercy God snared her, though she has been ill 
 in IkhI three months. She shall be 11' entirely. May 1S98 be a holier 
 and more useful year ! Then, thanks • to God, 1 am alive suil with 
 some health and strength. Both Blanch ., ' we.if over to mother's 
 to New Year's dinner, and we enjoyed i'. iien we came home to 
 Violet, and stayed the rest of the day. 
 
 Sunday, Jan. 2, 1898. — I stayed up with dear little Violet for three 
 hours. My poor head is bad this morning. Violet actually sang this 
 morning. 
 
 Monday, Jan 3,1898. — Mother stayed last night Her medicine did 
 Violet good, and she seems brighter. We do hope this illness will not 
 be fatal. I went to the Temple to-day and stayed until 2 p.m., when 
 my head being so bad I had to come home. . . . 
 
 TuKSDAY, J^in. 4, 1898. — Lord, help me in all things to gain perfect 
 victory over that which is in any way a hindrance to Divine grace in my 
 heart ! Amen. 
 
 TuKSDAV, Jan. 25, 1898. — I made a few calls to-day, seeing Colonel 
 Denison, Mrs. Clark, and Hon. Mr. Aikms. The latter gave me $25 
 for the work, and was very kind, indeed. Bless the Lord ! I am still 
 collecting. It is a great strain upon me, but the Lord will bear me up 
 
 Wednksdav, Jan. 26, 1898. — Had a {xjornight's rest. My shoulder 
 pained me last night. It was the result of a fall I had last night, when 
 I hurt myself. It must have strained my muscles. Lord make it better. 
 Went to the office this morning and interviewed the Mayor, Mr. Shaw, 
 fe the Corixjration's coming to the CJeneral's meeting in a body. 
 Then in the afternoon Mrs. McKillop came to see me and brought $15 
 donation to the Rescue Home Had a nice talk with her. Adjutant 
 I'age went off to Ottawa to-night. 
 
 Thursday, Jan. 28, 1898. — A little tired this morning I have felt very 
 languid the ])ast few days. I saw Mr. B. C to-day on business. The 
 rest of the day I spent getting up my work a bit. Mother P'lorence 
 and I'^lla came in to-night. Blanche led the meeting in the Mercer 
 Reformatory. 
 
 Fru)A.y, Jan. 28, 1898. — It was snowing and very cold, so I thought I 
 would not venture out to-day, so stayed at home writing letters and 
 iixing up the new Auxiliary Roll. God blessed and helped me in this. 
 
NEARING THE HOMELAND. 
 
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 SONDAY, Feb. 6, 1898 —General at the Massey Hall. I stayed at the 
 Shelter last night with Fletcher. Had a good tune. Attendee! knee- 
 drill at the Temple. It was good, indeed. A glorious campaign at the 
 Massey Hall. No less than eighty souls at the Cross for the three 
 meetings. Oh, how God helped the General ! He spoke words of fire 
 and power. All enjoyed it. I was on duty in the Registration Room. 
 It was a pleasant job. " All hail the power of Jesus' name ! " A red- 
 letter day indeed ! 
 
 Monday, Feb. 7, 1898. — General in the city. Brigadier Bennett is 
 still with us at our home. We all went to the office this morning full of 
 faith Could not get much work done. All seemed so very busy. 
 Blanche went to the Central Prison with Commissioner Nicol to see the 
 place and the prisoners. I went home a little early, then we all went 
 to the General's Social meeting at the Massey Hall, which was a 
 glorious affair. 
 
 Tuesday, Feb. 8, 1898. — General's last day. We all anticipated a 
 
 frand day, and we had one. The Staff Council was held in the Y. W. C. A. , 
 !lm Street. Oh, how good God was to us He spoke through the 
 General morning and afternoon, and then we all shook hands with him 
 and said good-bye. It was a solemn time. We have so much enjoyed 
 the dear General's visit. It was delightful. Brigadier Bennett still 
 with us. Majors Gaskin and Pugmire promoted to Brigadiers and 
 Staff-Captain Stewart to Major. 
 
 Sunday, Feb. 13, 1898. — At Lisgar Street all day with Blanche for 
 special meetings. 
 
 7 ^'f^' — Good time. 
 
 nam. — Glorious meeting ; three at the Cross. 
 3 p.m — Triumphant time ; four at the mercy seat. 
 7 p.m. — Another good meeting ; two at penitent-form ; nine 
 for the day. 
 
 Thursday, Feb. 17, 1898. — Not feeling at all well, I thought it wise 
 to stay in. It was a bitter, cold, uncomfortalWe day. Oh, that I may be 
 healed again ! I am still waiting with some anxiety to know what 
 Commissioner Nicol will do about niy going to England. I am waiting 
 on the Lord. He knows what is best. Dear Miss Willard went to 
 Heaven to-day. Oh, the shortness of life ! Mother and father came 
 to see Violet to-night. She is better. 
 
 So often he was disai)[)ointc(l, for, in spite of his 
 
 weakness he would lead public meetings whenever 
 
 possible. 
 
 Saturday, Feb. 26, 189S. — I did not go down to the office until noon, 
 as I felt very unwell In God I trust. Blanche is staying at ht)me 
 to-day being very busy with the book " Love Did It," for the Rescue 
 Work. I am off to Riverside Corps for the week-end, and hope to 
 have a beautiful time of it. 
 
 Later. — My hopes failed. I went over to the Riverside Barracks, 
 but was so sick that I had to come right lioine and go to bed. Sent 
 for Dr. Tyrell, who said I had lung trouble. 
 
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 lirigadier Complin noted this breakdown, which was 
 a most seripus and complicated one : 
 
 "'A Siege Fighter, hors dt combat!^ That veteran of Canadian 
 fight, Brigadier John Read, has had another relapse. lie is like Job's 
 war horse which smells the battle afar off, and paw3 the ground : and 
 so he cannot hold back when the Commissioner calls for Siege fighters — 
 or, indeed, whenever help is needed. He caught a severe cold recently, 
 and quit his appointed place on Saturday, and would have had to cancel 
 the rest of the meetings, but Mrs. Read stepped into the breach. The 
 doctor pronounced him afflicted with pneumonia of the worst type. 
 With Ensign Kenning I visited him twice the first Sunday of the Siege, 
 lie was certainly in a bad state. Bronchial tubes seemed blocked, body 
 swollen, spirits depressed ; but God, who is rich in mercy, has brought 
 him round again, and he is no worse than usual, which gives us the 
 hope he will yet recover. Go 1 grait '> may be so." 
 
 One of the last Sundays ;* ,., had together was spent 
 in the "Royal City." John conducted the whole series 
 of Sabbath services, but wa tak<"! fU on Sunday and 
 confined to his room. He reports : 
 
 ' Sunday, April 2,1898. — At Guelph all day, and attended the four 
 meetings : 
 
 7 a.m. — Knee drill, good time. 
 
 II a.m — Holiness mi;eting. One for The Blessing. 
 3 p. m — Cold march. Good indoor Commissioned the League of 
 Mercy. 
 
 8 p.m. — Fine meeting. One soul. Very tired. 
 
 Tuesday, May 3, 1S98 — Went down to the office early this morning 
 ;" d stayed there all day doing what 1 could. Blanche was busy getting 
 • eady for the new Home. I went up to Yorkville at 4 p.m. and had 
 teatliere. The opening was a most suscessful affair. Mayor Shaw pre- 
 sided. Good number present. Blanche gave an address. About $50 
 raised. Father, mother and Ella were present. All seemed to enjoy 
 it. It is a splendid Home. 
 
 In May I commenced a tour of inspection of the 
 Rescue Work in the Eastern Provinces and Newfound- 
 land. He was anxious that I should take this lengthy 
 trip before he left home for the Old Country. 
 His journal gives a detailed accoun.t of home affairs. 
 I will just copy one : 
 
 Saturday, June 25, 1898. — Blanche is in St. Johns, Nfld. Went 
 over to grandmother's with Violet this morning. .My head is very bad 
 again to-day, cannot understand it. Violet seems well, (iot a letter 
 from the Commissioner saying that in all probability I should go to 
 
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 Among the many earnest messages he instructed 
 me to give to his Newfoundland comrades was the 
 following : 
 
 " I hope nothing will prevent your going to see the dear Newfound- 
 land folk, for I know how you long to do so. Then there is the de^r 
 little grave. That, of course, you will want to see as well. If it is the 
 Lord's will, you will go to the Island all right. We must learn 
 to say, *Thy will be done ' Give my love to all those dear folk, 
 and tell them, above all things, to keep their humility and simplicity oif 
 heart as a sacred treasure. This has always been their strength and 
 will be in the future. Oh, that I could go there again ! If I had my 
 health, there is no place on earth that I would love to spend my days in 
 more than dear old Newfoundland." 
 
 During my visit to Newfoundland, he spent a week- 
 end in Owen Sound and Feversham Corps. These 
 meetings i)roved to be his last in Canada, with the 
 exception of his farewell at Lisgar Street, Toronto. 
 The War Cry of July 23rd referred to them : 
 
 " Brigadier John Read, veteran of the War, and indefatigable as 
 ever, even past the limit of his strength, has made another rush from his 
 spirit-breaking seclusion, this time to Owen Sound ; but, instead of 
 being annihilated, like Cervera's fleet, has won a great victory, and is, 
 at the time of writing, we rejoice to say, in better health than for a long 
 time. Oh, that God would fully restore him ! Who can offer the 
 prayer of faith ? " 
 
 His diary gives his own impressions of his visit : 
 
 July 4lh, 1898. — I started for Owen Sound to conduct a wedding. 
 Wished dear little Violet good-by and came otisure of Victory. I leU 
 rather lonely on the train, but GotI blessed me and looked after me. 
 Got to Owen Sound about two o'clock, and wa". met by Brother McPliee 
 and another comrade. Had a big crowd at the woclding, about three 
 hundred and fifty people. Married Brother William Kirton to Sister 
 Alice Walker. God helped me and the service was good. Banciuet 
 
 followed. Had an interview with Brother M and Adjutant. 
 
 Jesus lives ! 
 
 Tuesday, July 5, 1898. — At Owen Sound. Felt tired and weary, but 
 God helped me. Oh, it is good to be saved and useful. Bless the dear 
 Lord ! Had a good lime on our knees before God. I feel (|wite fairly 
 to-day, considering all tilings. We had a re.il good C'fiicers' Council at 
 Owen Sound with Ensign .Smith, Captain While, Lieutenant Hloss and 
 others. God came and very much blessed our waiting souls At 
 
136 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 m 
 
 
 5 p.m. I started on the C P. R. for Feversham Circle Corps. Brother 
 Levi Belts met rne at the station. I stayed at Belts with Lieut. Bloss. 
 Mother and Father Belts were very kind. 
 
 Wednesday, July 6, 1898. — Spent most of this day at Mrs. Belts. 
 I tried to do a bit of fishing with Lieut. Bloss, but got so tired 
 of it. In fact I am very uneasy to-day. It seems that the change 
 of air is too much for me. After dinner Mr. Belts and I started out 
 for Lady Bank to the house of Brother Crawford. A long, hot ride. 
 Lieut. Bloss went on his bicycle. We got there at 5 p.m., had tea, 
 then followed a good meeting, at which about eighty came and several 
 consecrated themselves to God 
 
 Thursday, July 7, 1898. — At Feversham. Had breakfast at Brother 
 Crawford's About 10 o'clock Brother C. drove me over to Feversham. 
 It was a fearfully hot drive, but we got there all O. K. Officers went 
 on bicycles. Went over the cheese factory. P'elt rather tired and 
 weak. 
 
 Friday, July 8, 1898 — Blanche at North Sydney, myself at Brother 
 Crawford's, sleeping at Lady Bank, in order to catch the early morning 
 train at Flesherlon. Brother Crawford drove me to that place, thirteen 
 miles. It was a lovely drive, full of joy and pleasure. I enjoyed it. 
 Got to Toronto 11.30, after a weary, head-aching ride. 
 
 I returned from my tour on the loth of July, and we 
 immediately began to make preparations for my dear 
 husband's departure. His visit had been kindly ar- 
 ranged by the Chief of Staff with our own dear leader, 
 the Field Commissioner. Reverting again to the Cry, 
 which outlined the arrangements made for his future, 
 we read : 
 
 *' Brigadier Read off 10 England. The Commissioner has granted 
 permission for Brigadier Read to take a lengthened furlough to the Old 
 Country, where he will undergo a course of treatment at the hands of 
 Specialists. We earnestly pray that his complete recovery may be 
 effected. The Chief of Staff has responded to Commissioner Nicol's 
 solicitations, and will find Brigadier Read some easy occupation in 
 England, which will be no tax upon his strength. We feel grateful to 
 Commissioner Nicol, who made Brigadier Read's interests his own, of 
 course, with the General's ful. approval, and has been able to bring the 
 matter to so successful an issue at London. Brigadier Read sails from 
 Montreal on the Allen Liner, * California,' on Thursday, July 28th. 
 Pray that he will have a sate and ui^eful voyage." 
 
 I will let my husband tell the story of those last 
 bu.sy days. Our hearts were buoyed up with a new 
 hope, for we anticipated so much from the change 
 of air and new treatment, and the possibility of such a 
 
NEARING THE HOMELAND. 
 
 137 
 
 sad termination as that wliich blighted all those hopes, 
 and disappointed all those plans and anticipations 
 never entered my mind for a moment, and, as such a 
 possibility was never mentioned by the Brigadier, I 
 judge it was foreign to his thoughts also. His diary 
 runs : 
 
 Saturday, July 16, 1898. — This munnnjr mother, Blanchie and 
 Violet went shopping and bought some things for my visit to England. 
 I have decided to go home by Montreal and not by New V^ork, feeling 
 this plan will be the best. I go on the California, of the Allan Line. 
 
 Sunday, July 17, 1898 — I did not go to any meetings all day. Took 
 Violet over to 145 Dovercourt Road this morning. She enjoyed it. 
 Ella quite a bit better this morni.ig. It rained and thundered. Blanche, 
 Brigadier Complin and Ensign Kenning went lo the Central Prison this 
 afternoon and lo the Mercer to conduct services. One prisoner gave 
 Blanche a bone knife. 
 
 Monday, July 18, 1898. — Wrote to Commissioner saying I was 
 starting on the 28th Mrs. Captain Williams came to see us. It was 
 terribly hot. Dear Violet is such a little treasure. God is good to me. 
 
 Friday, July 22, 1898 — I went down to the city with Blanche and 
 Violet this morning to get our pictures taken at Park's Hope it was 
 good. Then I went to the Temple and did up my Auxiliary work. 
 At four o'clock Brigadiers Complin and Margetts came with their wives 
 to tea and had a good time. It was nice to be together. We talked 
 . *■ old times. Colonel Jacobs not very well to-day. 
 
 J \TURDAY, July 23, 1898. — Did not go down to the city to-d.iy. Dear 
 Blanc «• was down all day. I took Violet over to 145 this morning. 
 We all went to Brigadier Eriedrich's to tea this evening and enjoyed 
 ourselves immensely. My last Saturday in Canada for some time. 
 
 Sunday, July 24, 1898. — Lord, help me to fight against every we.ik- 
 ness and temptation of the enemy of my soul. This is my last Sunday 
 in Canada for some time. Emma went to knee-drill I attended the 
 Holiness meeting at Lisgar Street, and also farewelled at the night 
 meeting. It was a good time. Dear Blanche was there also. One 
 volunteered out for salvation. God is good. After soldiers' meeting 
 Adjutant Wiggins and Captain I lart came to supper. 
 
 It 
 
 His final address was very earnest, and left a deep 
 impression upon the audience, in fact I never heard 
 him speak with more freedom and power. In a Sol- 
 diers' Council he conducted at the close, the comrades 
 sang fervently " God be with you 'till we meet again ! " 
 
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 138 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 1 fouiul the followiii*^" skeleton of his address in his 
 Bible afterwards : 
 
 GOSPEL SIIIl' SALVATION. 
 
 Ska. 
 
 comfort ; safety ; destination 
 
 -All must cross ; compani'ins ; 
 
 all decided hy choice of vessel 
 Vkssei.. — "Salvation"; God's plan ; repentance; faith. 
 I'OR'i' KtiUNi) For.— (ilory ; Heaven; friends there; Christ there; 
 
 all hope to go. 
 TiMK OK DKi'ARTt'RK. — Now; God fixed time; delay; too late; 
 
 cannot suit time to your own will. 
 Captain. — "And behold (iod Himself is with us for Captain." — 
 
 2 Ch. xiii. 12 
 Cost ok I'assac.k. — Without money and without price ; Christ paid 
 
 price ; all welcome on board ; renounce sin ; accept salvation. 
 Passengkrs. — All saved ; hajijiy company. 
 Chart. — Bible ; marks clearly course ; shows dangers. 
 Rocks. — Will wreck if not avoided ; drink ; carelessness ; infidelity ; 
 
 world liness. 
 S'i'ORMS. — W'inds of aflliction ; ways of temptation; blasts of perse- 
 cution ; cyclones of adversity ; weather the storms : reach the 
 
 port by trusting in the Captain 
 Incident. — Years ago; smuggling death; vessel bearing English 
 
 cargo of tobacco ; revenue cutter ; escape impossible; captain 
 
 orders all hands throw over tobacco ; destroy evidence of crime ; 
 
 captain joined in ; bale after bale ; cabin boy ; see if cutter 
 
 gained; white face; "speak," cried Captain, "they won't 
 
 sink;" captain up companion ladder; dark end of vessel; 
 
 his efforts in vain ; caught and punished ; death after you 
 
 contraband of sin ; will not sink. 
 
 Monday, July 25, 1S98. — This has been a busy day indeed. We 
 both went down to the Temple. I saw the Commissioner and said 
 good-bye to all hands. It was really a loving parting Such a spirit 
 of love pervaded all. Getting things packed up. God is good to us. 
 
 Tuesday, July 26, 1898. — This is my last day in Toronto for some 
 months. All day long I have been very busy getting ready to go to 
 England. IJlanche and I went over to 145 this morning. Father, 
 mother and lilla came to tea. Ilert came to wish me good-bye. Ilamie, 
 Millie, Brigadier Margetts, Adjutant Wiggins, Captain Hart, and others 
 came to do likewise. It was a wrenching time, but God is in it all 
 Oh, how good He is, and how many are praying for me at this special 
 time. 
 
 W^rdnksday, July 27, 1898 — We rushed things this morning, having 
 to get ready to take train to Mont"\al. Dear Blanche and mother accom- 
 panied me to Montreal. I sobbed inwardly when I wished Violet 
 good-bye, the precious darling. Luther Werry met us at Montreal. 
 Kind of him. Went to Rescue Home, then to Allan's wharf to see my 
 steamer, then home to Rescue Home. 
 
NEARINC; TlIK HoMKLAND. 
 
 139 
 
 The last mornIn<^ came. A little company of friends 
 gathered on the wharf of the Allan Steamship Com- 
 pany. Final good-byes were said and salutations 
 given, lie seemed so brii^ht and hoi:)eful, and the 
 last words we heard as the steamer hjosed its moorings 
 and slowly steamed across the water down the river, 
 was the characteristic exjiression and admonition, 
 "Cheer up!" I have since found his diary entry for 
 that and the subsequent days : 
 
 Thursday, July 28, 1898.— Sailed for England. Up bright and 
 early and all down to the wharf. Mullior, dear Blancliie, Brigadier 
 Bennett, Sims, and others said good-bye, also saw some of the Allan's 
 old employees. They were glad to see me The parting was painful, 
 but God will help us to bear up amid it all. Oh, that he may watch 
 between us while we are separated, and may I be healed ! It was very 
 hot going down the River St. Lawrence. Oh, Lord, bless the trip to 
 my body ! 
 
 Saturday, July 30, 1 89S. — 6.30 p.m. On the Atlantic. We have 
 been in the locality of Belle Isle all day. The fog is very bad indeed. 
 Ship's whistle continually blowing. The captain very careful. Going 
 slow and even stopping. Taking soundings. Lord, give us a safe 
 journey ! The fog cleared up a little bit to-night. After tea we gathered 
 in the cabin, and had a good sing together of Gospel songs, and then 
 turned into bed. 
 
 Sunday, July 31st, 1898.- On the Atlantic. Skill we are in the 
 Straits of Belle Isle, and the weather keeps so foggy and cold. We 
 had a splendid Church of England service at 1 1 o'clock led by a clergy- 
 man. His text was 2 Cor. iv., 7. Then we had an afternoon meeting 
 in the second cabin. The Rev. Mr. Stewart and I led it. It is awfully 
 cold this afternoon. Had supper and went to bed early, after a season 
 of prayer. 
 
 Monday, August ist, 1898. — On the Atlantic. Up bright and early 
 this morning. The first sight that met our eyes up on deck was several 
 icebergs in the distance They looked beautiful, indeed. God's handi- 
 work is really wonderful in the extreme. All the passengers were 
 enthusiastic. Our vessel is going at full speed to-day. Several are 
 sick. Been on deck most of the day It has been fearfully cold. My 
 poor feet have suffered so much. It has been a blessed day to my soul. 
 Lord, keep me good and make me strong ! 
 
 Saturday, August 6th, 1898.— On the Atlantic. Got up very early 
 this morning, for we were on the coast of Ireland. It is simply delight- 
 ful. I gave the stewards two shillings each. They seemed pleased at 
 the gift. God bless them much. They were kind to me. It is getting 
 so cold again. I^anded at Liverpool at nine o'clock after a fair passage. 
 Major Greenwood met me at the dock. 
 
I40 
 
 lOIlN KKAir. 
 
 His first letter, which he posted at Oiiebec was so 
 full t)f faith for the future, thankfulness to God for His 
 goodness, his comrades for their interest, and anxiety 
 for others. He had, too, ap[)reciated much the wire 
 sent him by the Conmn'ssioner as he was leaving 
 Montreal : 
 
 "SS. "Cai.u-ornia," July 28th, 1898. 
 
 " My Dkarksp Bi.anciiie, -So far we are having !\ very hot, 
 allhoiigh a jileasant voyage down the river. We are nearing Quebec, 
 and I do wish you and mother could have come with us this far. It is 
 .such a lovely journey. As to friends, there are numbers on board. In 
 our cabin there are eighteen passengers, so we are a happy little com- 
 pany. Altogether there are one hundred and eigliteen jieople on board, 
 and we shall thus have far more attention. It is insufferably hot here 
 on the steamer, but will get cooler as we get along to the Gulf, and near 
 Newfoundland, (lod is so good. All thing are working together for 
 my good, and our good. 
 
 " You can't think how I felt on the vessel when she left the wharf. 
 Vox two or three miles I watched dear mother and yourself Now 
 dearie, you must cheer up. I do hope you will get along all right at 
 Montreal, and that dear mother will enjoy herself. I thought she bore 
 the journey remarkably well, considering all things. I cannot write 
 much more this time as I have to hurry to get this off by post from 
 Quebec, and will write a post card from Rmiouski, when I get there. 
 That second in command, who had so much to say to you at 
 the wharf, is a good fellow. . . . Now, hug dear little Violet for 
 me. Urge Emma to take can- of her, and take care of yourself, you did 
 look so very tired. Pray much for me. I do want to get strong and 
 well agjiin. Many, many kisses for you and dear Violet. We are just 
 ofT from Quebec, (jod bless you. 
 
 " Your own loving 
 
 "Johnnie." 
 
 Later he wrote 
 
 S.S. 'California. Aug. ist, 1898. 
 
 •' I went to Church of England service yesterday morning. It was 
 real good, and in the afternoon, with the Captain's permissson, I led a 
 meeting in Salvation Army style in the second cabin. They said it was 
 good . . . Oh, I do long to see you and dear, darling Violet. 
 Many kisses for yourself and her Tell her to be a good girlie, and ask 
 Jesus to bless her papa and make him strong. I will write you one or 
 two more little letters and post them at Londonderry when we arrive 
 there. Ask Bruno to prmt the co])y I am sending you. May God 
 
 bless you I wish I had you with me. Let us pray much 
 
 for each other. . . ." 
 
NEARINC; TlIK I KJMKI.AN I ). 
 
 141 
 
 L.'itcr, frnin his diar}', just before he was called 
 away : 
 
 London and Romsky, Sunday, Auj^ust 7, 1898. — Got home to 
 Romsey at one o'clcjck, noon Dear Hrother Willie met ine at tho 
 station, and I was so pleased to see him. Found dear old mother 
 feeling very sick, indeed. Do hope she will be better soon. Willie 
 and Linnie came to see me to-night. Dear children also came. I was 
 so glad to see them all. 
 
 Ro.MSKY, Monday, Aug 8, 1898. — Had an awful bad night last 
 night. It must be the result of llie recent travelling. Dear old .Alf 
 came in and we had a talk this morning. I did a great deal of writing 
 to difTerent people to-day Linnie (sister-in-law) came to tea this 
 afternoon and I took her home to-night. She is such a nice little thing 
 Harold came home with me. God is good to us all. 
 
 Romsey, Wednesday, Aug. lo, 189S. — Felt very sick this morning 
 on rising. Do^' know what was the matter. Alf came in and I went 
 to the Kiln — Far \i- to-day, also had dinner and tea with Alf. Saw 
 the dear children. I enjoyed the outing very much. Felt out of sorts 
 a bit when I got hone to-night. Dear mother is a trifle better. 
 
 . Romsey, Thursday Aug. 11, 1898 — Stayed at home to lay. A 
 beautiful moining. I was much cheered by getting a h Uer from 
 Blanchie this morning, also Crys and papers. Mother ccntinues a 
 little bit better. Bless her heart. 
 
 Ro.MSEY, Friday, Aug. 12, 1898 — This • morning Willie and I 
 started for Southampton. When there I met Brigadier T. Scott, went 
 to their home and had dinner with them. I was fearfully tired and 
 weary when I got home. It was such a tax on my strength. Oli, how 
 I suffered. I took the meeting in the Barracks to-night. It was good, 
 I think. Dearest mother not very well. 
 
 Extracts from the first letter after reaching home in 
 Romsey : 
 
 Romsey, Hants., August 11, 1898. 
 
 We were all pleased beyond measure at receiving your lengthy letter 
 written on Sunday and received here this morning. It was cause for 
 great thankfulness that dear mother and yourself got back to Toronto 
 safely, and that mother was none the worse for her tiring journey, and 
 I was so glad that you found dear little Violet all right. I have not 
 been out much, as the voyage had a very trying effect on me, I being 
 quite sick since getting off the ship. Had I been sick while onboard 
 it would have been better for me, however, I feel some better now. 
 Those old sick fits have troubled me 
 
 I liave had a beautiful letter from Commissioner Nicol, saying he will 
 look after me and personally accompany me to Dr. Metcalf's next week. 
 It is so kind of him. The Lord is so good to us all. It is a cross for 
 me to bear the separation, but it will all work out for my own good, 
 and I mean to be patient and bear it all. What a boon if I return to 
 Canada a strong man ! 
 
142 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 His brother, Mr. William Read, wrote me of his 
 return home : 
 
 '• I will do my b«st to give you details of your and our dear Johnnie's 
 sojourn with us, and all the dear ones who have administered to his 
 poor body and tried to pour in comfort to that beautiful soul of his. 
 
 *' He fought against his malady bravely for his dear wife's and child's 
 sake. He arrived at Romsey, after a long journey, Sunday, dinner- 
 time, not a soul on the olatform but he and I. His first words, * Here's 
 dear Brother Will, faithful to meet me.' 1 look him home to mother 
 and left him with her and Lizzie, and went on to my Sunday school 
 class. He was so tired. I saw him in the evening, and he begged me 
 to try and go to Southampton next d^y, Monday, to find out Brigadier 
 Scott. I left my work and went with him. We went into a shop to 
 get a glass of ,niilk. While there I saw some Salvationists pass the 
 window and told Johnnie. He hurried out and caught them, and, sure 
 enough, it was Brigadier Scott. How they did shake hands ! I said 
 to Johnnie, ' I shall leave you two together for three hours. I will go 
 my way.' 
 
 " I met Johnnie at three o'clock in the afternoon, and came home, 
 little thinking how poorly he was. We had a cup of tea with mother, 
 as she felt aWe, nurse permitting us to do so. I would like you to have 
 seen how he enjoyed the fire that evening. Laid down on the rug with 
 his head on mother's knee. I shall always remember that picture. 
 Now, dear Blanche, don't think me simple for writing this. 
 
 " 1 went on home to my dear ones. Linda went up with him 
 in the evening. Linda always got on with Johnnie. In his diary 
 he calls her a oear little thing. I did not see much of Johnnie until 
 Friday evening, when I found he had been at the barracks. I wished 
 him not to go. Those who attended that meeting will not forget it. 
 When leaving the meeting he came in at Broadwater, and round our 
 little table his last deed was to hold family prayer, kissed Linda and the 
 children, and said, ' Good night, God bless you ! ' 
 
 •' Next morning I felt I must go to mother's and see Johnnie off. I 
 went to the station alone with him Such a look he gave me, saying, 
 'Good-bye, Will. God bless you I Pray for me.* 
 
 "Johnnie promised to write me privately concerning what Dr. Met- 
 calf said, but I had no letter from him. He was not able to do so." 
 
 The events of those last days — events now clothed 
 with the peculiarly sacred interest which memory 
 sheds as a halo around the last words and deeds of 
 the beloved who have passed from our natural sight — 
 I can only link together consecutively from scraps 
 gathered from correspondence and the diaries faith- 
 fully kept until almost the end. He writes : 
 
 Saturday, Aug. 13, 1898. — I started at 7. 30 for Waterloo, London. 
 Went straight to International Headquarters. Major Hawkins met mt 
 
NEARING THE HOMELAND. 
 
 143 
 
 at the depot. Saw Commissioner Howard, Brigadier Duff, Major 
 Douglas, and others. Had a pood time. Then came to 42 Bismarck 
 Road, Highgate, with a Mr. Whitrod, where I am staying. Went to 
 open-air to-night. 
 
 Sunday, August 14, 1898 — At Highgate, London, all day. Had a 
 glorious time with the Corps. Stayed at Mr. Whitrod's, Spent a 
 blessed day. How I did enjoy the Band ! It was simply glorious. 
 I led the meetings. 
 
 Referring to this last Sunday, before going to Dr. 
 Metcalf's, the English C/y said : 
 
 The charm of the fight drew his set; out, and he almost literally 
 crawled to the Highgate Corps. He leJ two wonderful meetings — 
 many being moved to tears at night, impressed by the solemnity antl 
 earnestness of the man of God. He spoke as one on the frontier of the 
 Eternal World. Six men and women sought Divine mercy. 
 
 An officer in Toronto, whose friends attend that Corps, 
 told me that they had marvellous meetings the day 
 he was present. He seems to have been as bright and 
 vivacious as usual, as one friend wrote, " You must 
 have good times in Canada if all the Officers are a3 
 lively a^i Brigadier Read." 
 
 A touching incident occurred during the Sunday 
 
 night service : A poor intoxicated woman was in the 
 
 audience. She created .some little disturbance. My 
 
 husband, they told me, was very patient with her, and 
 
 said : " Poor soul, leave her alone." With this, the 
 
 inebriate commenced to sing an Army song. The 
 
 tears filled his eyes, and he exclaimed, " That is the 
 
 last song m}' little Violet sang to me before I left 
 
 Toronto ! " The people were touched by the singular 
 
 coincident. John says, of this meeting, in a personal 
 
 letter to me : 
 
 " loi QuRKN Victoria Strkbt, London. 
 
 "You will see that I am writing frr.m Internal ional Headquarters. 
 I had a good day yesterday at Highgate Corps, full of life and go. I 
 have just had a talk with Major Moss and Staff-Captain Fletcher. 
 Commissioner Nicol has just come in, and Captain Van Norman is very 
 kind, indeed, to me. She is in the Editorial Department here They 
 all seem so very nice, and it is such a treat to belong to this Depart- 
 ment. They are doing all they possibly can for me m my weak state, 
 and as long as I do what is right, I feel sure the blessing of God will be 
 upon me. We had a real good old-fashioned time last night at the 
 
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 144 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 barracks — a Newfoundland time. They all seemed to enjoy Canadian 
 freedom. I must confess that I got off quite a hit. Had a pressing 
 invitation to go again. Oh, what a mighty and glorious brass band 
 there is at llighgate. Ask Adjutant Page aljout it. I was simply 
 charmed with their playing. Oh, the sweet strains of music ! It would 
 do you good to hear it, and, while the barracks inside was filled, there 
 were four different companies hard at it on the streets. It would 
 delight your very soul to see the London Salvationists fight." 
 
 I lis anxiety to be well and stronL!^ for the work 
 seemed to intensify towards the end, for the day he 
 cMitered the Hydro he wrote : 
 
 "Now I am off to Richmond with Commissioner Nicol to-night, 
 and shall, therefore, soon know just what I shall have to do. There is 
 lots of editorial work for me to do here if I were only well enough to 
 do it. I never longed for a strong body more than I do this day. 
 Will you earnestly Jiray, darling, that strength will be given me? But 
 I must have more patience, all these separations will W(jrk together for 
 my gooil because I do love C'id. Oh, do pray that Ood will lay His 
 hand upon me and heal me from this complaint, Perhaps, however, 
 I should glory in the infirmities that the power of tJod may rest 
 upon me ? 
 
 That evening he added a note : 
 
 "6 p.m. — I have safely arrived at Dr. Metcaif's and had my first 
 "pack" in blankets. It was a strange feeling, but it lias done, and 
 will do, me a great deal of gooil, I am sure. It is such a lovely spot — 
 like an Eden — such pure air. When I think of all the Army's goodness 
 to me, it does make me feel aliasiied. I am telling the Field Com- 
 missioner so. I shall repay the Salvatiim Army for all their kindness 
 when I get stronger and more able to work." 
 
 London, Monday, Aug. 15, 1898. — Commissioner Nicol took me 
 for a walk to-night. Major Forward came here to day. 
 
 TnUKSDAY, Aug. 18, 1898.— Still at Metcaif's. Brigadier Duff and 
 Mr. Avery came in to-day. F'ell and hurt my face very much, indeed. 
 I fell in a faint. 
 
 Friday, Aug. 19, 1898. — In bed all day at Metcaif's. My face is 
 very much swollen on account of the fall Iliad. The Officials were 
 very kinl to me. (Jod bless their eliorts ! A letter from dear sister 
 Lizzie came to-day. I feel awfully stiff and weak. 
 
 Saturday, Aug. 20, 1898. — At Metcaif's. Feeling very unwell, 
 indeed. My poor swollen eye hurts nie. The Dr. is so very kind. A 
 letter came to me to-day from dear Hlanche Things are going on all 
 right in Canada. I am tempted to worry, but I must not. Lord, hy 
 Thy hand upon me ! Major Forward is very kind, indeed, to me. 
 Oh, I am so weak. 
 
 Sunday, August 21, 1898. — Dr. Melcalf's all day. A fearful, dull, 
 lonely day, but God helped me to bear it all. Had two treatments only 
 
NEARING THE HOMELAND. 
 
 145 
 
 to-day. Feeling very weak, indeed The attendants are very kind to 
 me. I wrote dear Blanche. 
 
 Monday, Aug. 22, 1898.— At Metcalfs. Could not stand the 
 mustard this morning. Went up to bed most of the morning. Felt 
 very weak indeed. Wrote a note to dear Lizzie. Felt awfully lonely. 
 I must banish that feeling or it will injure me physically. Went out for 
 a drive in the park, stayed in the rest of the day. A wire from Com- 
 missioner Nicol. 
 
 London, Aug. 23, 1S98. — At Metcalfs. F'elt very weak again this 
 morning. Had a mild Turkish bath, and breakfast in bed. My pulse 
 is still very weak. Lord, do keep me frcjm getting home (Canada) sick. 
 I must bear the cross. Lord, do Thou heal me. I believe He will, 
 and I shall yet live to [jraise Iliui. 
 
 Wednesday, Aug 24, 1898. — At Metcalfs. Feeling fairly well. 
 Went out for a tram ride with Major Forward and others. Enjoyed it 
 very much indeed Doctor says I am gelling tjuite a bit betler. Dear 
 Lord, do lay Thy hand of healing upon me soon if it be Thy will. God 
 bless my darlings in Canada. 
 
 Thursday, Aug. 25, 1898. — At Metcalfs. Feeling very unwell to- 
 day. So full of pain and tingling. Went out for a short walk. To bed 
 after dinner. Oh, Lord, heal me, do ! I feel so unwell. Can't get 
 strong. Doctor says I am getting better. Don't feel so, but must keep 
 believing. All things work together for good. 
 
 Thi.s is the last entry in his journal — " AH things 
 work together for j^ooci ! " Oh, hap])y iinwaverinj; 
 faith in his God — which failed not at the very last. 
 He wrote me the 20th (jf the month : 
 
 " However, Dr. Metcalf seems to give a favoral)le report, and has 
 written Commissioner Nicol (piite recently saying that I am doii g 
 fairly well, but I shall be in the Hydro some time, possibly all the 
 winter. The whole Institution is a most home-like alTair. 
 
 " The doctor is like a father, while the lady manager is a most 
 motherly and kind person. I have a beautiful bedroom, a splendid 
 Christian attendant who knows how to l)ray, and every comfort heart 
 can desire There is, therefore, no need lor you to worry. I read your 
 account of Violet's little ways and speeches. The time will soon slip 
 by, and we must feel that it is (iod's way with us." 
 
 And on the 24th : 
 
 "Again has the time con.e rouml for my weekly letter. How I wish 
 I could see you and talk to you face to face. This, however, is to 
 come, and I must patiently wait the Lord's time, feeling sure that I am 
 in His hands. I am a great deal weaker than I thought. 
 
 "Commissioner Nicol came in to see me last night, and he says Dr. 
 Metcalf told him there was every hope for me, but that I should be very 
 weak indeed before I began to pick up very materially. It even hurts 
 me to write very much, ii)r it is when I am writing that I go into those 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 weak fainting spells. T am so anxious to know just how you are getting 
 on, and if you intend to go to the North-West. It will really be a long 
 way off, and the letters now take a long time to reach you, but I will 
 write you each week, so that you will not have too long to wait. 
 
 "Looking ahead it seems a long time until next spring, but I fully 
 expect to be here under treatment until then. . . 
 
 " Will dear little Violet go with you if you go to the North-West, and 
 will Ella go ? Of course I am very anxious to get all the information I 
 can about these domestic affairs. The greatest temptation of my life is 
 to get lonely for my Blanchie and Violet. Especially do I feel this 
 when I am all alone, but Commissioner Nicol tells me I musi banish 
 this feeling as much as possible, and have implicit faith in (iod, then in 
 the doctor, then in myself. I must be patient and practical. It is 
 such a trial of my faith, but my health is at stake, and what a blessing 
 if some day I return to Canada and to you, darling, improved in health. 
 This will more than make uj) for the separation. Then you are in the 
 hands of God, and I must be willing to leave you there 
 
 "What a treat it would he if I could just drop in and see you all. 
 However, the dear Lord will take care of us and watch between us all 
 the while. No harm can befall us while we trust in Him You will 
 continue to lift me up to the throne I am sure. We must and will pray 
 for one another, and the time will surely fly by. . 
 
 "How is your dear mother keeping, and dear grandpa, how is he, 
 and all the rest of the family ?" 
 
 Again he wrote : 
 
 " I could not keep back the tears as I read of precious little Violet, 
 and, oh, how I long and desire to see you both ! I have been in this 
 Institution a week now, and the time goes so slowly. Dr. Metcalf and 
 all his attendants are very kind indeed to me, full of tender thought, 
 and they are doing all they possibly can to help me. I am weak, and 
 you must indeed lift me up to the throne. I have lots of lonely hours, 
 and it all seems so very strange, but it must be the Lord's will concern- 
 ing us, and I must bear up nobly, much as 1 want to see you. 
 
 I got Major Forward to write the last letter 
 here for a month. It was kind of her." 
 
 for me. She is staying 
 
 When he was unable to write the letters with his 
 own hand he dictated the following : 
 
 "Septemher I, 1S98, — Your letter dated August i8th was received 
 yesterday. A rather long lime coming, was it not ? You must not be 
 surprised at the strange writing, tor I am forbidden by the doctor •'. do 
 any correspondence whatever. I shall be in the editorial office when I 
 get through with this Institution, which will not be for some time yet. 
 It is so kind of my friends making so many inquirie.s and expressing 
 themselves as they have done. I am so sorry I forgot to send durling 
 Violet some kisses, and, to make up for my forgatfulness, I herewith 
 send her a baker's dozen xxxxxxxxxxxxx 
 Tell her I will not forget her again. John, the attendant, who is so 
 
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 kindly writing this foi me, is having a laugh about the kisses. The 
 little darling mwst miss me, I hope you will not be lonely when you 
 get home. . . ." 
 
 Referring to some rumours he had heard, of one 
 who had been untrue to his vows to God, he says : 
 
 "Such conduct should urge us to be still more faithful, loyal and 
 true. I shall think much about you next Sunday, Sept. 4th, when you 
 are at Hamilton. How I should like to kiss and hug dear little Violet. 
 I know you will take care of the darling, and also talce care of yourself. 
 . . . It is nice to know that I am not forgotten. ... I thought 
 you would like to see the enclosed letter of invitation sent by Commis- 
 sioner Howard, for the Staff Councils. You will see how interested 
 they are in me. However, the doctor would not let me ge. Very wise 
 of him, too. Major Forward wrote you, in my behalf, a few days ago, 
 and, if at all possible, I shall continue to write twice a week. Now, my 
 darling, I do hope you are keeping up well and strong. . . . The 
 time will soon pass by, but I fully expert I shall be here for two or 
 three months. My disease was so deeply seated that it will take many 
 weeks to move it, but, as I intimated before, all here are so kind to me, 
 that you need have no worry. 
 
 "Trusting that God, who is rich in love, may reward us for the 
 separation. With much love, and many kisses for yourself, dear little 
 Violet, mother, Ella and all the rest. 
 
 " Ever your true husband. 
 
 'JOHNNIK." 
 
 This proved to be his last letter, and the last lines 
 his hitherto ever-ready pen traced were kisses for his 
 loved little girl, Violet. 
 
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 CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 HOME AT LAST. 
 
 •* 1 7vatched a sail until it dropped from ii.^ht 
 O'er the rouudinif sea. A gleam of white, 
 A last far-Jlashed farewell, and like to thought 
 Slipped out of mind. It vanished and was not. 
 
 " Yet to the helmsman, standings at the whee^, 
 Bt Odd seas still stretched he/ore the gliding keel, 
 Disaster ? Change ? He left no slightest sign. 
 Nor dreamed he of that dim-horizon line. 
 
 " So may it be, perchance, when down the tide 
 Our dear ones vanish. Peacefully they glide 
 On level seas, nor mark the unknozvn bound. 
 We callit death — to them 'tis life beyond." 
 
 The ^rey light of an English autumn sunrise was 
 just tipping the Surrey hills, when one of those subtle 
 changes which too often foretell of fatal relapse gave 
 warning that for the dear sufferer at Richmond, the 
 en<l was near. The enemy long held at bay in his 
 Canadian home was about to triumph, and the one 
 who, so many times during the past four years, had 
 apparently stood upon the threshold of the eternal 
 sunrise was about to be released from all the pain of 
 those weary nights and bravely fought out days. 
 
 The life he clung to so tenaciously for its oppor- 
 tunities of warfare and the affections it held so precious 
 was about to be exchanged for eternity's felicitous 
 joy and service in the presence of the Christ Redeemer 
 
homl: at last. 
 
 •49 
 
 he adored, and in the enjoyment of celestial love and 
 companionship. 
 
 It is thought that, for a day or two, he may have 
 conjectured that the end was not far distant, but, if he 
 did, he faced it like a warrior of the Cross, and with 
 the faith in God and eternity which always character- 
 ized his Christian life. 
 
 Mis chief thout^ht seems to have been for tho.se 
 left behind, and that God's will and purpose might be 
 fully accomplished in him. Shortly before the silent 
 messenger came he heard the strains of an organ 
 playing outside his bedroom window a hymn he so 
 often sang at home. His voice trembled, but he joined 
 .softly in the well-known and much-loved words, "The 
 Lost Chord " : 
 
 " Seated one day at the organ 
 I was weary and ill at ease, 
 And my fingers wandered idly 
 Over the noisy keys. 
 
 •' I knew not what I was playing, 
 Or what I was dreaming then ; 
 But I struck one chord of music 
 Like the sound of a great Amen. 
 
 ** It flooded the crimson twilight, 
 
 Like the sound of an angel's psalm ; 
 And it lay on my fevered spirit 
 With a touch of an infinite calm. 
 
 " It quieted pain and sorrow, 
 Like love overcoming strife ; 
 It seemed the harmonious echo, 
 From our discordant life. 
 
 •' It may be that death's bright angel 
 May speak in that chord again ; 
 It may be that, only in Heaven, 
 I shall hear that grand Amen." 
 
 How prophetic was the hymn, for in another hour 
 his spirit had taken its flight, and the music of the 
 Golden City had burst u^jon his ears and he was 
 listening to the new song — the song of Moses and 
 the lamb. 
 
I50 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 The day prevn'ous Brigadier Duff and Major For- 
 ward had stood by his bedside. As the Brigadier was 
 leaving the room, and in answer to some remark 
 regarding his soul's condition, he replied : " Yes, I 
 am ready for earth or heaven." This was the last of 
 the many testimonies to the possibility of being ready. 
 " For the hour we think not of, when the Son of Man 
 Cometh," that he gave utterance to. 
 
 He was deprived of the ministrations of his home 
 loved ones and the one who so often had watched by 
 his side in hours of suffering, the one who had parted 
 from him full of hope for his home coming, and awaited 
 with anxious heart acrors the sea news of his welfare. 
 But a kind womanly form bent over him and kissed 
 his brow for the absent wife and little girl. Major 
 Forward had written me two days previous — Septem- 
 ber 5 th : 
 
 " I am sorry that I cannot send you quite such cheerful news by this 
 mail as I was able to do by the last. The Brigadier has had two more 
 of those fits such as he had alvnit three months ago in Canada, and they 
 have thrown him back a good bit ; so much so, that yesterday and to- 
 day he has been obliged to keep to his bed, still, this has been with a 
 view to giving him perfect rest and quiet until he has thoroughly recov- 
 ered fram the effects of the seizure, which is not exactly an ordinary 
 faint, but more of the nature of a fit. The doctor is still hopeful of 
 being able to help him back to health, and is doing all that can possibly 
 be done in every possible way. One of the attendants shares the 
 Brigadier's room, and is devoted to him, he is a good Christian man 
 and a real comfort to the Brigadier. Dear Mrs. Read, I am more than 
 sorry I send you such a dismal letter, but to-morrow is mail day and it 
 comforts your husband to know that you are posted up with his condi- 
 tion. He asked me to be sure and tell you that he had been overtaken 
 with two of those fits since your last letter was mailed. Commissioner 
 Nicol will be coming to see him to-morrow, and may be writing you by 
 the next mail. I am to say that although the doctor will not allow the 
 Brigadier to sit wp and write you by 'his mail, you are to expect a nice, 
 long letter from him by the next, when he feels that he will be all right 
 again and can write you without fear of its harming him. God bless 
 you very much, dear comrade, count on us all here to do whatever we 
 can for your dear one." 
 
 A later letter from Major Forward said : 
 
 " In addition to the man attendant that he had, it was my ple.Tsure 
 to nurse him and be constantly with him during the last week, in fact, 
 
HOME AT LAST. 
 
 151 
 
 ever since he came to the Hydro., we have been together nearly all the 
 time, either walking, driving or reading together, so that I heard a great 
 deal about you and your little girl, I want you to feel that everything 
 that could be done was done, and had the Brigadier been a prince he 
 could not have had more care and attention. Mr. Metcalf and all his 
 people were devoted to the Brigadier, and used to delight in doing any 
 and everything for him. In fact, the Brigadier used tc say to me again 
 and again that he could not understand such kindness. When the end 
 came, and we could no longer minister to him, we thought only of you 
 and your little girl and Grandma Goodall, that he so often spoke about 
 with great tenderness, and before the coffin was fastened we placed a 
 wreath of flowers for you and another from his little Violet, and are 
 doing the same again on Monday at the grave — also one from Grandma 
 Goodall, thinking that you would like us to do this, and one is being 
 sent from all the friends he has made in the Hydro while there. Of the 
 extreme kindness of Mr. Metcalf and Mrs. Slater, the Matron, I have 
 no words to speak. I have never before seen such kindness If it will 
 comfort you to feel that he had all, and more than all, I assure you, 
 dear Mrs Read, that such was the case, nothing was spared that was 
 good for him to have, and his faintest wish was gratified. Again and 
 again he had told me how happy he felt, and how he loved the people 
 around him for their extreme kindness and devotion to him and his 
 needs." 
 
 Major Forward again wrote me : 
 
 " The month I spent with your husband at the Richmond Hydro 
 taught me to understand your loss in losing him. His devotion to you 
 and his little Violet was most beautiful, he used to speak of you both so 
 constantly, and so longed for health for both your sakes. You ask me 
 do I think he knew that he was going ? To this I have to answer ' yes * 
 and ■ no.' From the Saturday evening he gradually got worse, and had 
 those frightful fits so repeatedly that he said to me once or twice, ' Oh, 
 Major, my poor wife, what is this going to mean to her ? ' Then he 
 put his face into the pillow and sobbed as though his heart would break. 
 But at the last moment he did not know that he was going, as he was 
 quite unconscious. 
 
 " Commissioner Nicol and I had been out arranging something for 
 his further comfort, and just as I got back the doctors came to hold a 
 consultation, and it was while they were with him that he passed away. 
 Nothing had been said that would lead him to think that his case was 
 hopeless, unless in his anxiety to catch some new hope from their 
 opinion he watched their faces too closely and read despair in their 
 looks as they followed what he himself told them. Poor Brigadier, I 
 shall never forget it — we had prayed and hoped, and together believed 
 for a very different ending, and although I was with him so much and 
 saw him under all circumstances, the shock was scarcely less to me than 
 it was to you away in Canada. I am sad to think that I could not get 
 a last parting message for you and little Violet. I sat with him a great 
 deal, and we had beautiful talks. There is no mistake but that he was 
 a very choice spirit, and we got to be excellent friends. He so often 
 
152 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
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 bore testimony to the fact that he was ready for earth or heaven, and he 
 was, there is no mistake. He was a saint, and left a most beautiful 
 impression upon the minds and hearts of all who had to do with him. 
 The attendants and nurse were all so deeply attached to him, and were 
 always doing little things for him to show him how they loved him. 
 Again and again he would say to me, *0h, Major, how my Blanchie 
 will bless you for all your kindness,' when I did anything for him He 
 thought of you constantly, and used to have your picture standing where 
 he could gaze at it Had he ever given up hope I am sure that he 
 would have made me write to you, and the fact that he did not do so or 
 gave me any direct message for you and Violet, makes me feel certain 
 that up to the last he held on to some hope. ... I mourn him as 
 I should one of my own brothers. I think I must say in closing that 
 seeing his grief when he said to me, ' Oh, Major, what is this going to 
 mean to my poor Blanchie ?' I feel it was of the Lord's mercy that he 
 was spared the knowledge that he was going. He was ready for heaven, 
 and God took him. One day as we sat having dinner together, he 
 pulled out of his jx)cket a package of letters, and said, as he held them 
 out, 'There, Major, is my first commission and all my Army career." 
 He had been worse, and I felt he had a double motive, but we neither 
 of us referred to that side as I felt it my duty to keep him bright and 
 hajjpy. He dropped the papers back in his pocket, where Mrs. Slater 
 and I found thorn after he had gone Home. All his things were in 
 order, we remarked this to each other (Mrs Slater and I) as we packed 
 them. It was a 'house in order' in every sense." 
 
 Mrs. Slater, the Matron, in writing me, said : 
 
 " My heart bled for you and the darling chiUl. . . . Your dear 
 husl)and was so bright and happy, and, at first, it seemed as though he 
 might get well again. The treatment revived him much, but the disease 
 was too far gone for it to be of permanent benefit. . . . Recovery 
 was impossible by any remedial measures known up to the present time. 
 How I wish I could see you, and if you ever do come to England I shall 
 be happy to see you and tell you what I can, but the presence of Major 
 Forward was most comforting, as she could talk with your husband 
 sympathetically at all points in his work and was just like a sister to 
 him all the time he was with us." 
 
 From his attendant's letter I append the following : 
 
 "He displayed a great longing thirst for winning souls for Cliiisl's 
 Kingdom, and one man here, who was not converted, your late husband 
 feelingly pleaded with, in my presence, to stand up for Jesus. In our 
 nightly supplication to God we remembered the straying ones, and, 
 even near the last, the brave Brigadier, though exceedingly weak in 
 himself, was wonderfully strong for the cause of Christ. In reading to 
 him from the Word of God every evening, I was much blessed and 
 enlightened on many points by his clear and bright expositions. Full 
 of the Spirit of Christ, he was most at home on the topic of Salvation. 
 The Master he so faithfully served here on earth, though to our heart's 
 grief, has taken him home to that beautitul home where there is no 
 
HOME AT LAST. 
 
 153 
 
 suffering nor sorrow. . . . Oh, how patiently and meekly he bore 
 it all. lie expressed a wish for you and dear little Violet to be with 
 him then, as he said you comforted and cheered him so when he felt 
 tired. '* Yours in Christ Jesus, 
 
 "Jonathan Fergie," 
 
 They carried him to Congress Hall and laid him in 
 the room where, as a cadet fifteen years before, he had 
 doubtless fout^ht many soul-conflicts and achieved 
 many personal victories in the Trauiing Home days. 
 
 As in all the arrangements, International Head- 
 quarters was most considerate also in the breaking 
 of the sad news. An officer was despatched to the 
 Brigadier's eldest brother, VVilliain, with the sorrowful 
 tidings. He wrote me afterwards : 
 
 "I was home alone thi; nii^ht he died doing my books. Linda, 
 Winnie and Dorrie were ot Malvern, with Sam and Ada to keep her 
 company, while Sam had a few days holiday, intending to go and see 
 dear Johnnie. About twenty to nine in the evening Ca[)tain Van 
 Nordan came, sent by Cimunissioner Nicol, to break the news to me. 
 She did it so lovingly, my next thought was for her. I gave her over 
 to Kate to make her comfortaljle. In less than an hour she had to 
 go back to London. Cominissioner Nicol said she arrived at four 
 o'clock in the morning. I wired Sam, but kept the sad news from 
 mother until next morning, when, with a heavy heart, I went to see 
 her. Her nurse said I must tell her personally. I shut myself in with 
 her. All the words I could find were, 'Mother, Johnnie's gone home.' 
 She pulled down my head to her breast, there we sobbed together. P'rom 
 that time, dear Blanche, mother seems more composed. The next 
 thing was — I was the only one here to grant the request of Headquarters 
 to bury him in Abney Park. Well, I gave consent, and am glad to tell 
 you, mother and all my brothers approved of what I did." 
 
 Miss Lizzie Read wrote me in a pathetic little note: 
 
 "I cannot realize yet what has happened. I feel so thankful to God 
 that He spared us to meet once again. That week our darling was with 
 us is one never to be forgotten by me. Though he sufTercd much at 
 times he was so bright and happy when the pain abated for awhile. It 
 is a joy to me to think I was able to nurse him during that short week. 
 We did not receive the sad news until Thursday morning. . 
 The messenger was also to ask the family if we would consent to have our 
 loved one buried in Abney Park Cemetery This seemed hard to us, 
 yet we felt that it would be his wish to be buried with those true Salva- 
 tionists who had gone on beft)re. . . . Please thank your dear 
 mother for her kind and loving letter, which I shall prize so much. I 
 am glad your mother and family loved dear Johnnie, and I know they 
 will ever cherish his memory. . . Fancy, dear John and I sang 
 
154 
 
 JOHN READ. 
 
 together, as we used to from the 'Messiah.' One called, 'He »hall 
 feed His flock.' It scarce seems true as I look back .... 
 
 The news came as an unexpected shock to matiy 
 loving hearts in Canada. Such a different termination 
 had been fondly hoped for. Strong hopes lived in the 
 hearts of his friends that he should at least return in 
 improved health to'take his place in the front ranks of 
 the holy war to which his heart was devoted. God's 
 ways are not our ways. He saw that the service the 
 loyal heart felt to be so incoinplete was finished and 
 called the soldier from the din and rattle of shot and 
 shell and flashing steel on the battle-field to the glorious 
 mustering of victorious troops in the " Home-land." 
 He was " ready for earth or heaven." Ready to stand 
 in the trenches under the enemy's hottest fire, or to obey 
 the General's orders and step into higher service before 
 the Throne. 
 
 He ardently longed to live. Life was a most 
 precious and coveted possession. He was young — only 
 thirty-six. All his letters breathed the fervent desire to 
 live that he might serve his loved ones and the war. 
 He always preferred to talk of humanity's present 
 needs rather than to speculate on th^ future state, but 
 he had a strong conception of the just retribution of 
 God upon the sinful and unregenerate, and His eternal 
 reward for righteousness. 
 
 He believed that the Christ rejector will be cast 
 into " outer darkness," and that those who through 
 faith in the atonement of Calvary's sacrifice " over- 
 come " on earth will, hereafter, dwell in the land where 
 tears are wiped away ; where no throbbing pain finds 
 a victim ; where death's grim shadow never crosses 
 a threshold, but where they will " eat of the 
 tree of life which is in the midst of the paradise of 
 God," in which is the realization of all earth's purest 
 affections, and of the unimagined joys suggested by 
 the promise : " Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, 
 
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 neither have entered into the heart of man the things 
 which God hath prepared for those that love Iliin." 
 
 From heaven's bri^iit courts where John Read has 
 joined the "number who have washed their robes and 
 made them white in the blood of the Lamb," the voice 
 so often lifted in earnest warning and loving pleading 
 seems to ring out in a trium[)hant song — the saint's 
 first song of victory — born of the knowledge of " faith 
 lost in sight " in the [)resence of the Saviour he loved 
 so well and served so faithfully : 
 
 I shine in the light of God, 
 
 His likene'-s stamps my Ijrow ; 
 Throujjh the Valley of Death my feet have trod, 
 
 And I reign in Glory now. 
 
 No breaking heart is here. 
 
 No keen and thrilling pain ; 
 No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear 
 
 I lath rolled and left its stain. 
 
 I have learn'd the song they sing 
 
 Whom Jesus has set free ; 
 And the "lorious hills of Heaven rinnf 
 
 With my new-born melody. 
 
 Oh ! friends of my moital years, 
 
 The trusted and the true. 
 You're fighting still in the vale of tears, 
 
 But I wait to welcome you. 
 
 Do I forget? Oh, no ! 
 
 For memory's golden chain 
 Still binds my heart to yours below 
 
 Till we meet and touch again. 
 
 Each link is strong and bright, 
 
 And love's electric flame. 
 Flows freely down like a river of light. 
 
 To the home from whence I came. 
 
 Do you mourn when another star 
 
 Shines out from the glittering sky? 
 Do you weep when the raging voice of war 
 
 And the storm of conflict die ? 
 
 Then why should your tears run down, 
 
 And your hearts be sorely riven. 
 For antnher gem in the Savitnir's crown, 
 
 .^nd another soul in heaven. 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 CHAPTER XV. 
 
 FUNERAL AT AHNEY PARK. 
 
 •' Them that honor Me I will honor, ' — i Sam., ii., 30. 
 
 Salvationists' Funeral at Aknky Park — Impressive Scenes. 
 
 If! 
 
 " Salvationists are nothing if not sincere, and this could not be more 
 strikingly shown than by the uniform respect and esteem manifested 
 by them toward departed comrades. Rarely has a more solemn and 
 r;i-'er"ential atmosphere pervaded the main thoroughfares of Kingsland 
 ■vUi Stoke Newington than on Monday afternoon on the occasion of the 
 funeral of brigadier John Read, formerly of the Clapton Training Home, 
 and never since the burial of Mri. General Booth and Staff-Captain 
 Cantrall have such impressive scenes been witnessed at Abney Park 
 Cemetery. . . . 
 
 "Owing to failing hv.'alth Brigadier Read returned to England last 
 month from Canada, visited his parents, took part in a demonstration at 
 Highgate on the 14th, and afterwards went to the Ilydopathic Hospital 
 at Richmond for treatment. On Tuesday week, however, he was seized 
 with violent sickness, and, at noon the same day, passeu peacefully 
 away — mourned by thousands. 
 
 "The Funeral was commenced at the Congress Hall, Lowtr Clap- 
 ton, at two o'clock, and was of a :iiost impressive character, about one 
 thousand two hundred Salvationists, representing all parts of London, 
 attending, and special memorial hymns being rung, ^The service con- 
 cluded at 2 45 p.m., and a procession was t len formed and moved 
 slowly towards the cemetery. It was headed by eight men cadets from 
 the Clapton Training Home, and these were followed by three crossed 
 flags, the International Staff Band with their colors, the Training Home 
 Staff, the Cadets' Brass Band, and Cadets, Then came an open hearse 
 containing the deceased's body, which was enclosed in a coffin of oak 
 adorned with a number of beautiful wreaths, and immediately behind 
 the carriages containing the mourners and Commissioners I lown.rd and 
 Nlcol, and the International Home Office Staff, followed by the South 
 London Provincial Standard, Wonicn Field Officers of the three Ix)ndon 
 Provinc «s, ^Field Officers' Brass Band, North Limdon Provincial Stan- 
 dard and Soldiers, and Local Officers of the three London Provinces. 
 
FUNERAL AT ABNEV PARK. 
 
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 The route was by way of Mare Street, Dalston Lane, Kingsland Ilij^h 
 Street, and Stoke Newington High Street, and as the procession passed 
 through the crowded streets the bands played various funeral marches. 
 Abney Park Cemetery was reached about 4.30 p.m., and here the usual 
 Salvation Army funeral service was conducted l)y Commissioner How- 
 are, the scene as the coffm was lowered into the grave being pathetic in 
 the extreme. It was approximated that close on two thousand persons 
 were present. 
 
 This is the account from the London Press of the 
 " laying to rest " of John Read. The En<^Hsh Crj' gave 
 a most touching rejjort of the obsequies, and through 
 the kindness of the C'hief of Staff, Mr. Bramwell 
 Bootn, I am able to give the vcrbati}}i addresses of 
 those who took part in tho«e solemn services : 
 
 Commissioner Nicol said in the War Cry report : 
 
 " His condition varied. One day he would write and talk hopefully ; 
 another as if there was no hope of his recovery Here as elsewhere, 
 IJrigadier Read's natural and spiritual qualities were soon discovered. 
 Mr. Metcalf described him as ' a manly man.' His male attendant 
 says, ' he suffered without a complaint.' The female nurse wept over 
 him as if he had been her brother. Major Forward, who was with him 
 throughout his stay at Richmond, called him 'one of God's hidden 
 saints, patient in suffering, running over with gratitude to (iod.* His 
 chief delights were in his Bible, in prayer, and in warm expressions of 
 his love for the General and Headcpiartcrs 
 
 • • • • • 
 
 •' Who will take his place? . . . God knows there is need of 
 thousands like him, and if his promotion to heaven will lead but one to 
 take his place, Brigadier Read — from what I know of him — will feel that 
 a widow's sorrow and a daugnter's grief will be rewarded." 
 
 THE SERVICE AT CLAPT(;N. 
 
 The funeral was two-fold, consisting of a solemn 
 assembly in the Congress I lall, and the usual service 
 at the grave. The scene at the commencement (jf the 
 former, when Commissioner Ilowartl, moved by strong 
 feeling, rose, prayed, and then gave out the song the 
 deceased loved to sing at many of his holiness meet- 
 ings : " My heart is fixed," was one that subdued and 
 touched the hearts of all. 
 
 On the right flank of the platform ranged several 
 hundreds of Cadets, to the left the Officers of the 
 London I'rovinces ; on the [platform the Staff and 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 relatives of our comrade — William and Samuel Read, 
 and Mr. Lawford. In a square in front of the platform 
 rested, on bare trestles, the coffin, over which hung the 
 Army colors, and a special flag presented by the Chief 
 of Staff, and our comrade's Bible. The great hall was 
 two-thirds full, and the International Headquarters 
 Staff Band led the singing. Brigadier Bown from the 
 United States, and Commissioner Nicol linked their 
 petitions in prayer, that the great lessons of the Chris- 
 tian warrior's life might produce a determination to 
 have more of the life, power, and spirit which Brigadier 
 Read so powerfully manifested in his character and 
 work. 
 
 The Commissioner had evidently made the death a 
 matter of special prayer and thought, for he was bur- 
 dened with the question, who would occupy the vacant 
 place — and raise the fallen sword ? He said : 
 
 " I suppose th ire is hardly a comrade or friend, whether saint or 
 sinner, in this audience this afternoon, but realizes and, in some measure, 
 takes into their heart and mind the reality of a chorus like that we are 
 singing, ' Life's morn will soon be waning.' It is imposssble to come 
 together in connection with services like the one we are engaged in 
 without finding ourselves brought very near to eternity. When we are 
 in the active, rough-and-tumble battle of everyday life, it seems that 
 things belonging to this world are the most real, and, alas, alas ! to 
 many of us they become as it were the most desirable, and are often 
 regarded as the most important. We are taken up with getting a living, 
 talcen up with the duties that come to us while we are in the flesh, and 
 we cannot help but feel that the things of this life are very real. But, 
 on occasions like this, when we come very near the portal which stands 
 between time and eternity, then the things that have to do with the 
 world beyond the grave become very real to us indeed. 
 
 "We often sing about those pearly gates without realizing them to be 
 as substantial or, at any rate, to be as real as the entrance to this build- 
 ing, and yet they are so. Now, on occasions like this, whatever may be 
 our doubt and our arguments, at other times we lay them aside, and 
 gather round the last remains of a loved one, and feel glad that eternity 
 IS real — glad that there is something beyon'i the grave. The sinner 
 wishes there was nothing beyond this life beyond the committal to the 
 earth of the mortal remains, but the siiint has no such feeling. The 
 saint is glad that there is an eternity — that there is a life beyond the 
 grave. Now the thought of those pearly gates, friends and comrades, 
 are alwpys more or less associated with sorrow, the burial, the parting 
 with the last remains of those we have known, our familiar friends, or 
 
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 sorrow, even though that sorrow be chastened by the joy and hope of 
 meeting those we love again. It is so with us here to-day. We are 
 sorry because our comrade, Brigadier Joan Read, has been taken from 
 our side in the battle-field. We cannot help but sorrow the loss of a 
 comrade It counts in the war, but it also counts in that blessed com- 
 munion of saints on earth, which makes the trials ol life not only en- 
 durable, but also productive of a higher, a richer, and a more glorious 
 form of friendship than we could otherwise have. We cannot 
 help but regret that a beloved comrade is taken from our midst, 
 but, in this case, there is more in our minds than the ordinary sorrowing, 
 even though, as I said, that sorrow is brightened with nope, because tht 
 circumstances which surround the departure of our beloved comrade 
 have about them a certain pathetic aspect which does not often occur. 
 The Brigadier, whose body lies before us, has been separated for some 
 weeks past from his wife and child. If Mrs. Read were here we should 
 share her sorrow, we should sympathize with her, our hearts would go 
 out, and the arms of love would go round the dear child whom the 
 Brigadier has left behind him But we do all this a hundred-fold more 
 when we remember that though a few weeks ago they parted with the 
 hope of reunion on earth, these hopes have been disappointed, and there 
 can be no reunion until they meet in the (iolden City. Now, these 
 circumstances do bring especially home to us not only our own loss, but 
 the great loss and sorrow which will fdl the heart of Mrs. Read on the 
 other side of the Atlantic. We shall especially pray that God will bless 
 her ! That, as she has not had the privilege— sad though the privilege 
 is — of standing l)eside the bedside of her loved one, to see the last look 
 which comes from the eye, and to catch the last word of affection, confi- 
 dence, and faith which might fall from the lips, though that consolation 
 has been denied to her, and though she has not seen her husl)and de- 
 part from the body, she is equally confident, with ourselves, of a meeting 
 on the other side, in the Golden City. With confidence, I can com- 
 mend to you the wife on the other side of the ocean. The remains of 
 the husband are before us, but she is at her place on the battle-field, 
 and when the news was flashed to her, our hearts went out with deep 
 and tender sympathy and prayer, that (Jod would especially help her in 
 these circunistances. Now we have to-day r-^eived, in response to our 
 C(jnmumication to Mrs. Read, as to the tiuK ' the funeral, a message 
 which is more than an expression of her ow 1 heart suffering. It is a 
 testimony to her beloved husl)ind, whose remains are before us. On 
 that alone, if Brigailier Read influenced no wider circle, if he had not 
 been the instrument in God's hands of bringing precious soids into 
 Salvation, the fact that to one person, and that person (^ne who influences 
 so many (for Mrs. Read is in cliarge of our Women's Social work in 
 Canada) and that this leader among her comrades can give such a 
 testimony, well may we say in face of it, "let such a testimony be 
 borne of me when I pass away." 
 
 "This is just a proper moment for a few words in reference to our 
 comrade. In tiie year iNS^, over fifteen an<l alialf years ago, I received 
 into this very building, this young man. He came as a Cadet from hi- 
 
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 home in Romsey, in the South of England. I welcomed him, had a 
 great deal to do with his instruction in this place, and then, six months 
 after, from my own hand, he received his first commission as Lieutenant. 
 He goes away, and I see him no more until he returns five weeks ago. 
 A month ago last Saturday, he came to see me at the Poreign Office. 
 I reminded him of his becoming a Cadet, reminded him of his early 
 ofircerahip, and with gratitude in his heart and on his lips, and tears in 
 his eyes we talked over old times when he was a Cadet in this building. 
 And now, as it was my duty to mark his commencement in his career 
 of Salvation Army officership, so it becomes my sad duty to commit to 
 the grave his last remains, that is, to be connected with the first and 
 last steps of his officer career. Others are here who can speak ot his 
 work, and you will find some slight reference to that, which you can 
 afterwards read on the song sheet in your handj. Our comrade came 
 into training in 1883 and became a Lieutenant in the lirilish Field. 
 In the year 1887, under the leadership of Commissioner Coombs, he 
 became a Captain in Canada, and from step to step, from rank to rank, 
 he has gone on until a few weeks ago, he came to England seeking to 
 renew that health which he wanted to devote to the same cause, under 
 the same old flag. But, while we propose, arrange, and hope for things, 
 there is one guiding, overrialing Hand, one Heart which knows what is 
 best, after all, for us. So, instead of renewing the battle, our comrade 
 goes to take up the harp and the palm of victory and to sing the song of 
 his Redeemer in a better place. After oil, these occasions are import- 
 ant, not simply because we commit to the grave the remains of those 
 we love, but important because of their ehect upon those who remain. 
 
 " Here is a congregation, and when that breaks up, as we go along 
 the streets to Abney Park Cemetery, and in the cemetery there will 
 gather other crowds, and upon you, and upon the other people who 
 will make up the crowds, there will come some thought about their own 
 end, and I have no doubt many will say, * So teach me to number my 
 days that I may apply my heart unto wisdom.' 
 
 " There are only two questions in the face of this event, and the one 
 is how far we, personally, would be ready if a similar summons should 
 come to us ; and the oilier is, if we arc ready, what are we doing, ami 
 what are we going to do to fill up the interval which remains to us. 
 To everyone of us the charge comes from his Master, and from our 
 Master, 'Occupy till I come,' stand to your post and fill your sphere, 
 and do the duties committed to you, so that when the summons shall 
 come for you, it will find you ready with a record similar to that which 
 I have reail to you; a record which shows that you have influenced 
 others, and brought you into the joy and light of God's salvation. May 
 God make it so for you all. 
 
 "There are just two other messages which I must refer to. One is 
 a telegram from the Field Commissioner and Canadian comrades : 
 ' Heaven welcomes an Army hero, saint and warrior, tried and proved.' 
 Within the last few minutes I have received a message from the Chief of 
 Staff, which I will read : Brigadier Read was a man of high principle, 
 but of humble mind and spirit. He was a Salvationist, to go through 
 with Jesus, living or dying. He bore affliction in an uncomplaining 
 
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 and toils of the fishermen of Newfoundland, and fought for God in the 
 frozen prairies of the North-West of Canada. He sought renewed health 
 in order that he might continue to fight for God and souls. In his last 
 hours, with the shadow of death already rising upon him, his one theme 
 was redeeming love, and he left behind him the testimony of a sancti- 
 fied life. Let us follow him. I pray for his dear wife and comrades in 
 Canada." 
 
 Brigadier Hoggard sang : 
 
 " Away from his home and the friends of his youth 
 He hoisted the standard of mercy and truth 
 In the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost ; 
 Soon, alas, was his fall : but he died at his post." 
 
 Major Forward spoke with deep feeling, and testi- 
 fied to the Salvationism of Brigadier Read. The 
 great crowd, as she told of the last days and hours of 
 the Brigadier, was moved to tears. She said : 
 
 " It is just a month since I met the Brigadier. As far as it is possi- 
 ble for Salvationists to be strangers to one another, we were strangers ; 
 but, from the first few sentences in the first talk we had together, I 
 understood that, what Commissioner Howard has just said, was not 
 only true, but might be underlined. He was a Salvationist of the first 
 order. I shall never forget him during the last fortnight. All his time 
 seemed to be spent in praying that God would give him health, so that 
 he might return to the work he believed the Lord had sent him to do. 
 But, when these hopes faded, the same spirit prompted him, in resigna- 
 nation, to say, • Lord help me to accept and wait the purposes of Thy 
 will.' In all that he said or did he made me feel all the time whatever 
 God wanted him to do, whether to live or die, he was always ready for 
 it. I went to the Hydro with the understanding that I was going for 
 my body. I came away from it with the conviction that I had been 
 sent there by God for my soul. I consider that God conferred u}^)on 
 me one of the highest honors that it has been my privilege to receive at 
 His hand in allowing me to know, and, in a measure, to nurse the 
 Brigadier. For all his intercourse, whether at the table dining with 
 worldly people, or kneeling in his little room, all his talk went to prove 
 that he was a man who was swallowed up in the interests of God's 
 Kingdom. I do not remember ever sitting down to one meal at which 
 he did not either begin or finish without witnessing himself, or calling 
 on me to witness to what the Ivord had done for us. When he was too 
 weak to say anything else, he would say, ' Bless the Lord, O, my soul, 
 and all that is within me praise His holy Name.' His testimony was 
 never wanting. I have often stood and looked at him, and felt that he 
 had got hold of the things of God ; that he lived in the heart of God ; that 
 he lived to proclaim the things of God. Then there came the moment 
 
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 when the doctor had to break the news to him, that the seizures which 
 he thought were ordinary fainting fits were of a very serious nature. 
 Early one morning the Brigadier said to me, ' Major, the doctor has 
 told me so-and-so.' Then he buried his face in the pillow and wept, 
 saying, ' My poor wife ! What is this going to mean ? He seemed to 
 understand that God had brought him to England and was going to 
 take him to himself. There is not a man in the house where he died, 
 no matter how worldly, no matter how indifferent to the things of God 
 and eternity, not a single individual in the whole of that establishment 
 upon whose life our comrade has not left a mark, and who has not 
 borne witness to the fact, that he has been made a great blessing. I 
 want to say again, that he has been one of the greatest blessings to me 
 that I have ever known, and, if for no other reason, I do feel that his 
 life has shown us what it really means to live and die a soldier, for our 
 comrade has had many opportunities of being a soldier in a deeper 
 sense than some of us. He died without a murmur, and although his 
 agony was intense, and such as cannot be described, yet I never heard 
 one single murmur escape from his lips. His one cry was, ' Oh, God, 
 help me to wait the purpose and fulfillment of Thy will ! ' " 
 
 Brigadier Scott, an old fellow-comrade of the Brig- 
 adier, prayed that the comfort of the Spirit might fall 
 upon mother, wife, child, and relatives : and the bene- 
 diction fell upon one of the most solemn services ever 
 held in the Congress Hall. 
 
 AT THE GRAVE. 
 
 The site of the grave lies in a cluster of trees. The 
 concourse numbered nearly two thousand. The sun 
 lay beneath a heavy cloud and shone upon a scene — 
 not of sorrow — but — but for the deep gap in the 
 ground and the oaken shell — on one of rare bright- 
 ness and color. A galaxy of flags hung over the 
 grave, while rows and rows in semi-circle form, of 
 officers and soldiers, in bright red and blue crowded 
 round. At the head of the grave stood four Commis- 
 sioners, and to the left the relatives. 
 
 After the first hymn had been sung, " There is a 
 Better World," and sung in the spirit of sanctified 
 sorrow, Colonel Hay pra}'ed. Commissioner Coombs, 
 who had come up from his engagements in the pro- 
 vinces to be present, here pitched the refrain, " Rock 
 of Ages." 
 
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 as one who knew the secret thoughts and purposes of 
 the Brigadier : 
 
 "Brigadier John Read was a man and a soldier of God. I knew 
 him He untolded to me, in Toronto, the secrets of his heart, and 
 again, on this side of the Atlantic, a few days before he laid down his 
 sword, he told me that he had only one ambition on earth, and that 
 was to die at his post. A few nights before he died, I went for a short 
 walk with him along the beautiful terrace situated above the River 
 Thames to the south of Richmond, and as we walked along the terrace 
 the spirit of despondency seized him, and he said, ' Nicol, if I don't get 
 better, will you tell my comrades and tell the General that I have got 
 an experience that is as blue and clear as the sky above my head. I 
 have a peace that is as sweet and calm as the water that flows beneath 
 our feet.' I said to him, ' Do you want to live ?' He said, * If I do, 
 you tell the Chief that I will make up what I have cost the Army by 
 the loss of activity in the battle-field by working harder and fighting 
 more desperately for the salvation of souls.' He was a soldier of Jesus 
 Christ — not merely a child of grace ; not merely captivated by the love 
 of God, making up his mind that Heaven should be his reward, but the 
 Spirit of the Man Christ Jesus, who loved the souls and bodies of 
 humanity had got into his brain, inspiring him with resolutions and 
 ambitions and schemes for the future. He was a man of God, and, as a 
 Salvation Army Officer, I rejoice at standing at the head of his coffin, 
 and declaring to you that there is nothing grander, there is nothing 
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 world of unbelief, pride and selfishness. You may go to your acad- 
 emies, and see the work of the fingers of artists, and listen to the poetry 
 of men's gifted lips, and you may see in the works of nature, the attri- 
 butes of a Divine intelligence, but there is nothing so sublime and 
 nothing so beautiful as to see portrayed in the actions, and to hear in 
 the words of a mortal man the spirit and the purpose of Jesus Christ. 
 If there are any ot you around this open grave this afternoon, who, up 
 to the present, have not seen this beauty and realized the merits and 
 the worth of this sort of life, I trust the testimony that has been given 
 will so entice you that in his death our comrade will secure victories 
 for his Master such as his life on earth never would have accomplished. 
 I am glad, therefore, to be associated with him in spirit around the 
 throne this afternoon, and to voice this testimony. A few weeks ago, 
 he said, ' When I get well I will come and help you in your depart- 
 ment.' As I stood this morning scribbling a few notes for th« report 
 to-night, I thought, the Brigadier has gone to Heaven to write letters 
 for Jesus Christ, and he has left me here to finish a little of his work. 
 Oh, may the spirit of Pentecost and peace and victory and war be 
 poured into our hearts, and may we go from this grave to take hold of 
 the powers of evil in this city, and by faith, prayer, and love shake 
 them from their foundations and bring thousands of souls to Jesus 
 Christ." 
 
 Commissioner Coombs laid stress on his devotion 
 to one purpose, and that the purpose of a Salvationist. 
 He feelingly referred to the loving, tender heart of the 
 wife, and while he spoke of their separation many cried. 
 He said : 
 
 " I count it an honor to be here. I have known him for a number ol 
 years, appointed him to his first command in Canada, and also put him 
 upon the Staff there. Watching his work and watching his life, I can 
 say of a truth we are going to lay in the grave the body of a devoted 
 Salvationist, one whose heart was altogether in the war, who had no 
 ambitions apart from Jesus Christ and the interests of His Kingdom. I 
 am also glad to be able to bear testimony to the eflicient work eur 
 dear comrade has done, and if, instead of being in London, his body 
 could have been borne through the streets of Toronto, there would 
 have been an even greater crowd than there is here to-day. They have 
 learned to love him because of his real worth, and have fought side by 
 side with him, and, more than that, many have bean brought to God 
 through his instrumentality. It seems to me that the great point in the 
 life of our comrade was that he had one purpose, one object, and for 
 that he went with all his heart, and with all his soul. There was no 
 question with him as to whether he would or would not live and die a 
 Salvationist. It was not a matter to be brought up lor discussion, but 
 was something settled — to be a soldier living, a soldier dying, and wel- 
 comed to a soldier's home. I cr.nnot forget, as I stand here to-day, her 
 who is with us in spirit — no less a devoted warrior than he was. I can 
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 of her loving heart, what it meant to her to part with her husband in 
 the hope that something might be done to I'estore his health. God 
 has called him to Himself, but she is in the Army, and our heart's 
 sympathies go out to fier. I have not the least doubt that the vows 
 she took upon herself at their union will be carried out, that she who is 
 left behind will carry on the war. How near God is to us, and He is 
 just so near to the comrades and dear ones there as He is to us and the 
 dear ones here ; the only difference is, we stand on the English side of 
 the throne, and they stand on the Canadian side, and the same Hand 
 that drops down blessings theie will drop them down here. We are in 
 the work, and we will not leave our posts. We will fight — that is my 
 determination — until we conquer our foes' most mighty hosts. Amen ! " 
 
 Anotker veteran, Commiasioner Rees, with deep 
 feeling, addressed the assembled crowd next : 
 
 " During my term of office in Canada, our beloved comrade. Briga- 
 dier Read, who is not here, but is risen, was the Editor of the I'f^ar Cry. 
 When I heard the news of his death, I went straight to my little dwelling 
 and sat down to write the sad news to my wife, who knew him and his 
 dear wife as intimately as I did myself. We began to compare notes, 
 and we agreed that there were three things that stood out very plainly 
 in the life of our departed comrade. They were first, there was no 
 question but that he was a saint of the first water. He knew God, and 
 he understood how to live a life of faith on the promises of God ; 
 secondly, he was a soldier in the truest sense of the word ; and thirdly, 
 he was a Salvationist. During n*y command there we had two or 
 three very troublesome periods, and on one occasion, when the clouds 
 were rather low, and the winds of adversity threatened to blow heavily 
 upon us, I was sitting in my office opening my letters when a gentle 
 knock came to the door, and Brigadier Read and his wife entered. 
 They said, ' Go jd morning. Commissioner. We don't want to take up 
 your time, but we want to say this, we are Salvationists. If the ship 
 shakes, we are hisre to help steady her ; but, desert her, no, never ! ' 
 Then we knelt and prayed at the office table together, committing 
 ourselves and the work God had laid upon our hearts to Him. I 
 remember soon after, when I farewelled, he was the last man but three 
 that shook my hand as I left the wharf on the steamboat. He said, 
 * Remember, Commissioner, if the old ship shakes, we are Ivere to 
 steady her ; but, desert her, no, never 1 Good bye, and if we never 
 meet again, we shall meet on the eternal morning.* We never have 
 been privileged to meet since, but I say, looking into this oi en grave, 
 as confidently as it was s^iid to those women who came l seek the 
 Saviour : He is not here. Here is the grave ; here is the coffin ; but he 
 is not here ; he is risen." 
 
 Mr. William Read, the eldest brother of our com- 
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 thanks. He closed by praying God's blessing on the 
 Army. 
 
 And Commissioner Howard exhorted : 
 
 " How can we do better than fall in with that appeal, which, in 
 addition to the appeal which comes trom the open grave ; in addition to 
 the appeal which comes from the battle-field, where the harvest is great 
 and the laborers are few ; in addition to the appeal from a dying sin- 
 cursed humanity, we have our General's appeal that someone shall step 
 forward to occupy a place similar to that which our departed comrade 
 Blled, and filled so well. Shall we not respond by saying, ' Here am 
 I, Lord, Thou God of the Salvation Army, Thou God of our comrade, 
 here am I, send me.' The backslider should say it, we officers should 
 say it, • Htre am I, Thy will be done concerning me.' Oh, let it be 
 so, my friends ! Oh, if some vow could be made and registered round 
 this grave, registered in the power of that grace which is represented in 
 this Blood-and-Fire banner, registered in the light of heaven, in the 
 presence of a world which hates Jesus Christ, and hates the cause in 
 which our brother died, in the presence of high heaven and of hell, as 
 well as in the presence of each other. Let us pledge ourselres to b* 
 soldiers of Jesus Christ, even to the end. 
 
 " That great man, John Wesley, used to say of his people what the 
 General has always delighted to say of ours, ' My people die well ! * 
 Let me so die. ' Let my last end be like his.' It will be not so early 
 in life as our comrade's here, happily a few years have been granted to 
 me and some others here, and time, little or much, I cannot say, 
 granted to you — but let us so live that our death may be like his, and 
 our end may be peace. Got grant that it may be so. In his desk we 
 found a lot of notes, showing that he had not only to do his work, but 
 had to do it in the midst of many difficulties. One of the notes that he 
 left is an exhortation to fellow Salvationists, how to deal with difficulties. 
 He gives us advice how to handle them in the power of (iod. Let us, 
 in this spirit, go forward in the name of God for the salvation of the 
 world, and let every backslider and sinner join with us." 
 
 Then came the reading — a fitting conclusion to an 
 afternoon remarkable in the annals of our London 
 and Canadian warfare — of the following message from 
 the General : 
 
 "While deeply sympathizing with the widow and family of our 
 btloved comrade. Brigadier Read, and deploring the loss the Army has 
 suffered in his promotion to glory, I give God thanks for the brave, 
 persevering and successful fight he was enabled to maintain, and mag- 
 nify the grace that was his scrength and joy, and expect, with con- 
 fidence, that from his graveside others will volunteer to take his place 
 in the ranks. Comrades we go forward strong in the assurance of a 
 reunion before the throne of God." 
 
FUNERAL AT ABNEV PARK. 1 67 
 
 Many letters have come to me adding to what has 
 already been written. Mr. Lawford told me: 
 
 "Just one line, as I promised. I .ittended the interment of your 
 loved one yesterday in London, and I thought of you and the 
 little 'Violet' as much as I did of the one on the 'gun carriage' 
 being borne to the grave. Naturally, a day of glory and sunshine, a 
 triumphant march of more than two miles. Thousands attending, such 
 a sight. . . . General, Chief, The Staff, and all the rank and file 
 most kind and attentive. 
 
 "Willie, Sam, Cousin Veliers, of London, and myself, also an old 
 schoolmate of Johnnie's were the principal mourners. The band, 
 banners, and rank and file of the Salvation Army in great volume. 
 Distance seemed to add to the effect. We all apparently appeared to 
 grasp the peculiarity of the circumstance. I was the only relative who 
 had seen you and Violet. The Commissioners, Nicol and Coombs, 
 S|)oke very beautifully and touchingly. I felt it an honor to be 
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 Mr. William Read wrote, in a personal letter, to 
 me : 
 
 " Sam and I went to Headquarters, took lodgings and stayed in 
 London till our sad mission was over. I wish you could have been at 
 my side to see, as I did, how they loved him. As we stood by his coffin 
 at the grave. Commissioner Nicol gave me John's Bible, took my arm, 
 and I stood at the end of the grave between Commissioner Nicol and 
 Commissioner Howard. How to testify with that host of people 
 looking at me, I did not know, but God heard my prayer, and I said 
 a few words and prayed for you. Your face and Violet's were on 
 the wreath. . . . 
 
 " I think that was the nearest I had ever got to Heaven It seemed 
 they must be looking at us, I mean all the angelic throng, father, John, 
 and many others we and you can think of. I feel very grateful for all 
 the kindness and attention we received at Headquarters, Congress Hall, 
 and at the funeral. . . ." 
 
 A memorial service was conducted outside Mrs. 
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 and by several of his Canadian comrades. When I 
 heard of it all I could only say, through my tears 
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 CHAPTER XVI. 
 
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 MEMORIALS. 
 
 •' To Hve in hearts we leave behind ^ 
 Is not to die. '^ 
 
 n few brief extracts gleaned from the hundreds of 
 memorial testimonies and messa^^es of condolence and 
 sympathy which have reached me from far and wide: 
 
 Chief of Staff : "Your husband has left behind him 
 the record of a devoted and conquering Salvationist, 
 and nothing is necessary to preserve his memory as a 
 man of God and a soldier of salvation." 
 
 Commissioner Hoivard : " I hardly know how to 
 write you in connection with the sad bereavement 
 which has come upon you and upon the Army. . . . 
 Our sorrow is very great. , . . Your beloved hus- 
 band has made a triumphant finish." 
 
 Commissioner Nicol : "The influence your precious 
 husband has left behind him at Richmond is most 
 fragrant, indeed. . . . His funeral will be one of 
 the mightiest sermons that has been preached in this 
 city . . . for many a da)% and I believe will reach 
 thousands of hearts. I. loved the Brigadier. I feel I 
 have lost a friend and brother. I had dreamt dreams 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 as to the future ; now in Heaven we shall communicate 
 them." 
 
 Commissioner Coombs : " His devotion to the inter- 
 ests of the Kingdom of Christ was ever a sweet 
 remembrance to us. It was a great cheer to me, and 
 must be much more so to you, to know as your dear 
 one laid down the sword, that he had done what he 
 could. It was a great cheer to us to see that mag- 
 nificent procession of Salvationists following your 
 loved one to the grave, giving such beautiful testi- 
 mony of the depths of love in the hearts of Salva- 
 tionists, and the world-wide oneness of our glorious 
 Army." 
 
 Covnnissioncr Rces : " The funeral was but a fitting 
 finish to a triumphant, transparent, beautiful life, and 
 it seemed that the London soldiers, from the General 
 and Chief down to the last recruit joined in showing 
 the last tributes of respect to your precious departed 
 companion." 
 
 Mrs. Colonel Bailey : His loyalty, his devoti-n, his 
 wholeheartedness and his geniality need no word of 
 mine. I always felt he was good and always admired 
 him. The beautiful simple spirit he ever maintained 
 endeared him to us all. His was certainly a life full 
 of fragrant memories. I should b"ke to talk to you 
 about a host of little incidents, all trifling in them- 
 selves, and yet sweet to remember. Still he is in- 
 finitely better off as we all know. . . . The Colonel 
 mourns the loss of a comrade for he loved your dear 
 one as a brother and has enjoyed mrch happy com- 
 radeship with him, of which he treasures hallowed 
 memories." 
 
 Mrs, Heytry GooderJiam : " He surely did his duty 
 nobly and well, and, by God's grace, has won the 
 prize of the high calling. Yes, indeed ! and how 
 
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 fnsignificant is earthly greatness compared to his 
 blessed hope." 
 
 Brigader Pugmire : "He has only gone on before, 
 and his life has left behind it a heavenly perfume." 
 
 Major Collier: "May the Brigadier's pi emotion 
 inspire us all to do greater things for God than ever 
 before. Look up ! God lives ! " 
 
 Officers of the Central Ontario Province (his last 
 Provincial Coniviand) : " We, the Staff and Field 
 Officers of the Central Ontario Province assembled in 
 council, desire to convey to you in this deep hour of 
 sorrow the truest s}anpathy of our hearts. . . . 
 We, who have had the honor and privilege of fighting 
 under the leadership of your beloved and glorified 
 husband, as Provincial Officer, in this the Central 
 Ontario Province, do recall with pleasure his beautiful 
 spirit, as well as his great earnestness, and loyalty to 
 God, and the principles of the flag under which we 
 fight. Praying that God will enable us to live a noble 
 and a devoted life, and have as triumphant an entrance 
 into the Kingdom." 
 
 Brigadier Betmet : "The Brigadier was one whom 
 we had learned to love, and whom we knew, not onl)- 
 as a public man, but personally, and we had been 
 delighted with the spirit that he has manifested both 
 in private and public." 
 
 Adjutant T. //. Adams: He was a warrior in the 
 Church militant, and to-day he is a warrior in the Church 
 triumphant. He has gone to that land we have so 
 often sung together of, where there is no tear, no sor- 
 row, no sighing, and sickness and death are unknown. 
 . . . He has fought a good fight, for I am satis- 
 fied dear John did that." 
 
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 JOHN READ. 
 
 Brigadier Gaskin : " I cannot say in words how 
 intensely sorrowful I am at this sudden and painful 
 death of your dearly beloved husband, and my very 
 dear friend and brother, Brigadier Read. I have 
 learned to love him very much, and the shock is very 
 great." 
 
 Major McMillan : " The Bricradier has been true 
 ana faithful to God and the Army, and I am sure it 
 was a triumphant promotion." 
 
 Mr, Lot Lawford (Cousin) : " He was prepared to 
 enter in and take his appointed place. He was much 
 loved Qn two continents. In my gallop across Canada 
 I heard him everywhere spoken well of, and never 
 otherwise." 
 
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 Adjutant Gravette : " I kneu the Brigadier when 
 in Canada as a hard-toilin?, loving and affectionate 
 brother, and had much pleasure in running round the 
 different Toronto Corps specialling with him." 
 
 Adjutant and Mrs. Stanyon : " We shall never 
 forget him, but shall endeavor, by the help of his God 
 and ours, to follow that our fight may finish as 
 triumphantly as his." 
 
 Mr. F. T. H. Sims : " We have not forgotten, and 
 will not forget, the kindness of the Brigadier when we 
 lost our little Tommy, and rejoice to know that the 
 spirit of the noble man who so tenderly helped to lay 
 little Tommy to rest is with him before the Throne of 
 God and the Lamb, rejoicing in the present glory, and 
 doubtless looking onward to the time when those that 
 sleep in Jesus, God will bring with Him to restore us 
 one to another in the great Resurrection, when He, 
 who is the Way, the Truth and the Life, shall finally 
 abolish death forever." 
 
 
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 F. E. Shea : " It is just like one of my own 
 brothers clyinl,^ I always felt it was a home to me at 
 your place. He was always so jolly and sociable. I 
 cannot imagine, that it is so, that he is singing round 
 the Throne this beautiful Sunday." 
 
 Adjutant J ost : " My mind goes back to happy hours 
 spent with you in dear old Newfoundland, and the 
 Brigadier's uniform kindness towards me as well as 
 patience with my inexperienced work. From the 
 first ' God bless you ' that I had from him until the 
 last time I saw him in Toronto I have none but 
 pleasant, grateful memories, and I feel that I have 
 lost a personal friend and brother." 
 
 dipt. Bowerinj^ : "The news of the Brigadier's 
 death has brought back memories of kind words and 
 acts which shall live although he is dead." 
 
 Capt. Roive : " IIow well I remember his loving 
 words of counsel and good cheer, especially before I 
 entered the field, when everything looked black and 
 friends were opposed. Although he has gone from 
 our midst, his kind words and true Salvation spirit 
 will never die." 
 
 Airs. lV('/>/>i-r, League of Mercy, Ottawa : " The loss 
 of your dear and devoted husband will be felt all over 
 
 the Canadian field The example of his 
 
 noble life and glorious promotion stirs us to greater 
 efforts in the war." 
 
 A Staff Officer : " The Brigadier was one whom 
 the S. A. could ill afford to lose, and, when I try to 
 express my opinion of him, all kinds of noble char- 
 acteristics present themselves to my mind, and I do 
 not hesitate to say that I consider the Brigadier a 
 man with the most enlightened conscience, who was 
 practical, that 1 have ever met." 
 
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 Major Tom Plant : " The happy days spent in 
 Canada Ijy your dear husband's side I shall never for- 
 get. His L^odly and devoted life and example have 
 been an inspiration to me in all my wanderings 
 through the earth." 
 
 Two Officers who served under Brigadier Read in 
 Newfoundland: "I low can we write you, or what 
 can we say to express our heartfelt sympathy for you 
 in this sad and unlookcd for trial, which the dear Lord 
 in His providence has permitted to come to you in 
 the death and promotion to glory of your precious 
 husband, and our beloved and honored Comrade, yea, 
 father, for he has indeed been to us as both. Is it 
 possible that he has gone ? The sad intelligence 
 came to us as a terrible surprise, and we could not 
 have felt it more had it been one of our own family, 
 for you know that in years gone by we have learned 
 to love and esteem the dear Brigadier as a father. 
 How could we have done otherwise, for he was such a 
 loving and affectionate soul." 
 
 An Ojfuer : " We shall all miss him very much. I 
 know I shall, for he was like a. father to me, but it is 
 impossible for anyone to miss him as you will." 
 
 Mr. Higgins : '• I take this, the very earliest oppor- 
 tunity, of sending to you this very inadequate expres- 
 sion of my heartfelt s)'m}3athy to you in this your 
 hour of deepest sorrow for one so much beloved as 
 your late husband, Brigadier John Read." 
 
 Staff Captain Gait : " Dear Brigadier ! He, indeed, 
 fought a glorious fight" 
 
 Sergeant-Major George Seeds : " The Brigadier 
 was always counted as my friend, but when I came 
 from the States, two years ago, he was the first to 
 help me, and he trusted me so imj)HcitIy that he won 
 from me a never ending love and respect. He was, as 
 
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 a soldier, an inspiration and blessing to me, and I will 
 try more than ever to be a warrior as he was — faithful 
 and true to the end." 
 
 A Prodigal: "What a beautiful life! What a 
 noble life he has lived, and what a happy death did 
 he die. To read of it has been a blessed insjiiration 
 to me. I have- resolved to fully consecrate my life to 
 the service of God. As I read the War Cry through, 
 and read the appeals for workers, I had to cry to 
 think I have been called to this particular work, and 
 here I am to-day doing nothing. It seems my chance 
 has passed. It was once mine. Before me lay the 
 open field, but to-day there seemed to be no room, no 
 place for me." 
 
 Ensign Parker: "You will please express to Mrs, 
 Read my deep and sincere sympathy with her in her 
 sorrow, and my sincere thanks for the memorial card, 
 which I very much i)rize in memory of one who was 
 a great blessing to me, personally, and whom I 
 always regarded as one of God's most precious saints." 
 
 Ensign Adams : "Thanks for the memorial card. 
 I shall ever try to keep it. To see it at any time will 
 be a certain reminder of what a man can be in faith- 
 fulness, consecration and devotion to God and His 
 cause in this life." 
 
 M, S. N. : " The thought that has grown since I 
 began to write to you is that at last, after being 
 • sorely let and hindered ' by bodily weakness for so 
 long, there has come to the gentle, bright spirit in- 
 finite possibilities of service to the Master so loved 
 and closely followed on earth. We can scarcely 
 imagine the joy of such freedom for him." 
 
 Geo. Mountenay .• " . . I know it is useless to 
 say anything of the past in reference to his life, but 
 I do wish to say that I really loved the Brigadier, 
 
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 having, as you know, worked in the same office with 
 him some years ai^o." 
 
 Mrs. Ensign Payne ; " We learned with deep re- 
 gret of the sudden decease of the Ikigadier, A war- 
 rior whom we could scarcely afford to lose, yet it is 
 so, the Lord when He takes, takes the choicest plants. 
 This was our consolation when we heard of the sud- 
 den departure from earth to Heaven of the one we 
 loved so dearly." 
 
 Ensign Moss ; " Dear Brigadier's work is done. 
 He has fought the fight. He has kept the faith, and 
 now has been ushered into the presence of his Master 
 that he served so well while here. ..." 
 
 Mr. Lionel Grimmer, England : " I learned to love 
 the Brigadier in a way that perhaps men seldom do 
 love one another. I think everyone who came in con- 
 tact with him admired him for his Christian courage 
 and loved him for his gentle spirit." 
 
 Captain Heift ; "He was none other than a 
 martyr. He gave his life for others. He will have 
 his reward. I shall never forget his words to me at 
 the Toronto depot a year ago last May when we were 
 coming through out here. He told me to be sure 
 and be faithful to the Army and live and die a hero, 
 u hich he has done. I remember getting a letter from 
 him a month before that, how full of love and en- 
 couragement. I always felt from the time I knew 
 him first that I could tell him anything and felt I 
 could open my heart to him. Oh, that God may 
 raise up more like him." 
 
 A Newfoiindland Officer ; " We were saying to-day 
 that we cannot realize that dear Brigadier is gone. 
 Every day we seem to remember something new of 
 his kindness to us. As for myself, I could not have 
 felt more had it been my own father, for 1 loved him 
 
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 dearly, and looked upon him more as a father than 
 anything else. Perhaps I should not speak of him 
 now to you, but I feel as if I can't help it. When we 
 read the account of his last few days, and his con- 
 versation with Commissioner Nicol, we got on our 
 knees and prayed our end might be like his." 
 
 A Soldier's Testimony ; " Kindly accept our heart- 
 felt sympathy and prayers in this period of bereave- 
 ment. Your loss is ours also. To know your husband 
 was to love him." 
 
 One of our Officers ; " The Brigadier was ready, 
 waiting for his call. He lived and labored for the 
 Salvation of others. He was loved and believed in 
 by all who knew him, and, by his godly life, * He 
 being dead yet speaketh.' " 
 
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