unscrupulous. That has always happened sooner or later to great
orders founded by saints; and the order founded by St William
Booth is not exempt from the same danger. It is even more
dependent than the Church on rich people who would cut off
supplies at once if it began to preach that indispensable revolt
against poverty which must also be a revolt against riches. It is
hampered by a heavy contingent of pious elders who are not really
Salvationists at all, but Evangelicals of the old school. It
still, as Commissioner Howard affirms, "sticks to Moses," which
is flat nonsense at this time of day if the Commissioner means,
as I am afraid he does, that the Book of Genesis contains a
trustworthy scientific account of the origin of species, and that
the god to whom Jephthah sacrificed his daughter is any less
obviously a tribal idol than Dagon or Chemosh.

Further, there is still too much other-worldliness about the
Army. Like Frederick's grenadier, the Salvationist wants to live
for ever (the most monstrous way of crying for the moon); and
though it is evident to anyone who has ever heard General Booth
and his best officers that they would work as hard for human
salvation as they do at present if they believed that death would
be the end of them individually, they and their followers have a
bad habit of talking as if the Salvationists were heroically
enduring a very bad time on earth as an investment which will
bring them in dividends later on in the form, not of a better
life to come for the whole world, but of an eternity spent by
themselves personally in a sort of bliss which would bore any
active person to a second death. Surely the truth is that the
Salvationists are unusually happy people. And is it not the very
diagnostic of true salvation that it shall overcome the fear of