The War Cry . .When I went to bed the de»il said nowyou have made a fool of yourself, the peo-ple would Jau^h at me, end I Mid wellthey do nOff, eo it does not matter, I havemade n Htart and I mean to Ptiek to of tbe men aaid be would give me Undollars tn keep (o it, I said I didnt wanthia money, *o that, tba ptoplw und ihrdHvil could not-say 1 wan boucaL Evusince J Btarttj it has bern the best o-fm;life, those thathet against me lost t)loi:money, the hotel keeper a Rood cawemorand the deril s pood servant; and dontyoo think 1 ought to praiao and glorifyGod for whet He has done for me,
The War Cry . .When I went to bed the de»il said nowyou have made a fool of yourself, the peo-ple would Jau^h at me, end I Mid wellthey do nOff, eo it does not matter, I havemade n Htart and I mean to Ptiek to of tbe men aaid be would give me Undollars tn keep (o it, I said I didnt wanthia money, *o that, tba ptoplw und ihrdHvil could not-say 1 wan boucaL Evusince J Btarttj it has bern the best o-fm;life, those thathet against me lost t)loi:money, the hotel keeper a Rood cawemorand the deril s pood servant; and dontyoo think 1 ought to praiao and glorifyGod for whet He has done for me, Inow a sergeant in the London corps tryto bring other people to (lie feet of JaChriet. My love begets eerviee. THE WAS CRY. 11 Tiif. editor of the Gfirirfinn WeeJJysppitfeiiig af pBpera in an address driven bybim et Glenelg, and apoke or oar War Cnvin pleasing terms, and urged every memberof tbe church to be ns anxious in the bujing and fiflllinp; of the Chrhimn Weekly attbe Army soldiers with tho EERCT. JESSE COpK (London City Corps], t!ia strivings of Gods Spirit, nnd frcm 1waek to week I would he found drunk, andwould make niy wife go on the Sunday :-and get a bottle of wliiskey from the hoteland then go and wush and scrub on theweek days |o pay for iL One Sundaynipht in a small place called Dorebnster,the 6. Ar came to work as an outpost, Ifult at thn time and had a bottle »fwhiskey in my pocket that I had stolen,so I Went ioto tbe hall, eoon somo of thepeople Baid •• Why, look, tbere ia Je&seCook there, they will soon have bimintheir ranks. On ona aide of me was anold hotel tbe other a haokalid-Cr. 1 Jistened to the atory of the ProdigalSon which just fit me, all my past lifecame up before my eyes, 1 eaw my state,end thought I could hear my mothersprayers going up to the throne of God,altfioiigh three thousand miles were be-twcea us. Ibe Captain coma down andspoke to mo shoot my eonl, I asked herwho had been telling ber abont me andmy life. Eb
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