'Glory-Room' of the Soldiers' Home.=

Let us rather pass into the 'glory-room' of the Soldiers' Home at the
close of the evening Service. There is never a Sunday night without
conversions. And they call it the glory-room because

'Heaven comes down their souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.'

Ex-Sergeant-Major Moss is in charge, and as frequent references will be
made to him in the following narratives, we may as well sketch him now.
A man of medium height, thick set, strength in every line of his face
and figure, eyes that look kindly upon you and yet pierce you through
and through. A strong man in every respect, and a kindly man withal. A
man among men, and yet a man of almost womanly tenderness where sympathy
is required. Again and again in the course of our story we shall come
across traces of his strenuous work and far-reaching influence. And in
every part of the British Empire there are soldier lads who look upon
this ex-sergeant-major of the Army Service Corps as their spiritual
father, and there is no name oftener on their lips in South Africa than
his.

He is in charge to-night, and is telling his experience. He knows all
about it, has done plenty of rough campaigning in his time, but he knows
also that the religion of Jesus Christ is best for war or peace. Christ
has been with him in all parts of the world, and Christ will be with
_them_. They are going out. No one knows what is before them, but with
Christ at their side all will be well.

And now a Reservist speaks. He cannot pass the doctors, and has to
return home; but he tells the lads how he went through the Chitral
campaign, and how hard he found it to be a Christian all alone. 'It is
all right here in the glory-room,' says he; 'it is all right when the
glory-room is not far away, and we can get to it. But when you are
thousands of miles away, and there are no Christian brothers anywhere
near, and you hear nothing but cursing, and are all the time amid the
excitement of war, it is hard work then. Stick to it, my brothers. Be
out and out for Christ.'

And then another--an Engineer. 'I was going through the camp the other
day, and I noticed that where they were building the new bridge they had
put a lantern to warn people not to approach. It had only a candle
inside, and gave but a poor light. On either side of me were the lamps
of the Queen's Avenue, and only this tiny flicker in front. And I said
to myself, "My lad, you are no