at brought me
out. I stood and listened, and the Sergeant of the Cadets, who was
leading, came over to me and said:--

"'Isn't it very cold? Hadn't you better go home? Don't go back to them,'
she said, nodding towards the public-house. And she started to walk with
me, and put her jacket round my shoulders. In that moment I felt that
The Salvation Army was something for me."

Not only did this woman get saved, but her husband and children, too, as
a result of that loving act.

There came times in many cities, both in England and elsewhere, when our
opposers were formally organised against us, under such names as
"Opposition and Skeleton Armies," etc. These were organisations, in some
instances so formidable, especially on Sunday afternoons, that at one
time, in 1882, there would be 1,500 police on extra duty to protect us
from their attack. This, of course, we much disliked, and we gave up our
marches entirely for a few weeks, so that when we began again the police
might get proper control. They never allowed the formation of these
bands again, for they had learned their lesson by that time. But how
marvellously God helped The General by means of those very oppositions!
They brought us into close touch with bodies of young fellows, many of
whom have since become leaders amongst us.

Strange and sad that throughout all the years of our most desperate
fighting we scarcely ever found men from the "better classes" daring to
march with us. One noble exception, Colonel Pepper, of Salisbury, with
his wife, never hesitated, in the roughest times, to take their stand
with their humblest comrades, glad to go through whatever came. To Mrs.
Pepper The General wrote in 1880:--

"The Colonel will have sent you some information of our Meetings.
But any real description is impossible. Manchester has, in many
respects, surpassed everything. The Colonel, himself, has pleased
me immensely--so humble and willing. When I look at him in the
processions, evidently enjoying them, I cannot help wondering at
what God hath wrought, and praising Him. London seems your place,
and it has been borne in on my mind that the time has come for us
to make an attack on the West End, and to raise a Corps there,
principally out of the proper and decent people. I don't mean out
of the Plymouth Brethren, or the 'evangelical party,' so-called;
but out of the wicked and wretched class who have money and