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As in those days St。 Francis of Assissi and the heroic band of saints who gathered under his orders were wont to go and lodge with the lepers at the city gates; so the devoted souls who have enlisted in the Salvation Army take up their quarters in the heart of the worst slums。 But whereas the Friars were men; our Slum Brigade is composed of women。 I have a hundred of them under my orders; young women for the most part; quartered all of them in outposts in the heart of the Devil's country。 Most of them are the children of the poor who have known hardship from their youth up。 Some are ladies born and bred; who have not been afraid to exchange the comfort of a West End drawing…room for service among the vilest of the vile; and a residence in small and fetid rooms whose walls were infested with vermin。 They live the life of the Crucified for the sake of the men and women for whom He lived and died。 They form one of the branches of the activity of the Army upon which I dwell with deepest sympathy。 They are at the front; they are at close quarters with the enemy。 To the dwellers in decent homes who occupy cushioned pews in fashionable churches there is something strange and quaint in the language they hear read from the Bible; language which habitually refers to the Devil as an actual personality; and to the struggle against sin and uncleanness as if it were a hand to hand death wrestle with the legions of Hell。 To our little sisters who dwell in an atmosphere heavy with curses; among people sodden with drink; in quarters where sin and uncleanness are universal; all these Biblical sayings are as real as the quotations of yesterday's price of Consols are to a City man。 They dwell in the midst of Hell; and in their daily warfare with a hundred devils it seems incredible to them that anyone can doubt the existence of either one or the other。
The Slum Sister is what her name implies; the Sister of the Slum。 They go forth in Apostolic fashion; two…and…two living in a couple of the same kind of dens or rooms as are occupied by the people themselves; differing only in the cleanliness and order; and the few articles of furniture which they contain。 Here they live all the year round; visiting the sick; looking after the children; showing the women how to keep themselves and their homes decent; often discharging the sick mother's duties themselves; cultivating peace; advocating temperance; counselling in temporalities; and ceaselessly preaching the religion of Jesus Christ to the Outcasts of Society。
I do not like to speak of their work。 Words fail me; and what I say is so unworthy the theme。 I prefer to quote two descriptions by Journalists who have seen these girls at work in the field。 The first is taken from a long article which Julia Hayes Percy contributed to the New York World; describing a visit paid by her to the slum quarters of the Salvation Army in Cherry Hill Alleys; in the Whitechapel of New York。
Twenty…four hours in the slumsjust a night and a day yet into them were crowded such revelations of misery; depravity; and degradation as having once been gazed upon life can never be the same afterwards。 Around and above his blighted neighbourhood flows the tide of active; prosperous life。 Men and women travel past in street cars by the Elevated Railroad and across the bridge; and take no thought of its wretchedness; of the criminals bred there; and of the disease engendered by its foulness。 It is a fearful menace to the public health; both moral and physical; yet the multitude is as heedless of danger as the peasant who makes his house and plants green vineyards and olives above Vesuvian fires。 We are almost as careless and quite as unknowing as we pass the bridge in the late afternoon。 Our immediate destination is the Salvation Army Barracks in Washington Street; and we are going finally to the Salvation Officerstwo young womenwho have been dwelling and doing a noble mission work for months in one of the worst corners of New York's most wretched quarter。 These Officers are not living under the aegis of the Army; however。 The blue bordered flag is furled out of sight; the uniforms and poke bonnets are laid away; and there are no drums or tambourines。 〃The banner over them is love〃 of their fellow…creatures among whom they dwell upon an equal plane of poverty; wearing no better clothes than the rest; eating coarse and scanty food; and sleeping upon hard cots or upon the floor。 Their lives are consecrated to God's service among the poor of the earth。 One is a woman in the early prime of vigorous life; the other a girl of eighteen。 The elder of these devoted women is awaiting us at the barracks to be our guide to Slumdom。 She is tall; slender; and clad in a coarse brown gown; mended with patches。 A big gingham apron; artistically rent in several places; is tied about her waist。 She wears on old plaid woollen shawl and an ancient brown straw hat。 Her dress indicates extreme poverty; her face denotes perfect peace。 〃This is Em;〃 says Mrs。 Ballington Booth; and after this introduction we sally forth。
More and more wretched grows the district as we penetrate further Em pauses before a dirty; broken; smoke…dimmed window; through which in a dingy room are seen a party of roughs; dark…looking men; drinking and squabbling at a table。 〃They are our neighbours in the front。〃 We enter the hall…way and proceed to the rear room。 It is tiny; but clean and warm。 A fire burns on the little cracked stove; which stands up bravely on three legs; with a brick eking out its support at the fourth corner。 A tin lamp stands on the table; half…a…dozen chairs; one of which has arms; but must have renounced its rockers long ago; and a packing box; upon which we deposit our shawls; constitute the furniture。 Opening from this is a small dark bedroom; with one cot made up and another folded against the wall。 Against a door; which must communicate with the front room; in which we saw the disagreeable…looking men sitting; is a wooden table for the hand…basin。 A small trunk and a barrel of clothing complete the inventory。
Em's sister in the slum work gives us a sweet shy welcome。 She is a Swedish girl; with the fair complexion and crisp; bright hair peculiar to the Scandinavian blonde…type。 Her head reminds me of a Grenze that hangs in the Louvre; with its low knot of rippling hair; which fluffs out from her brow and frames a dear little face with soft childish outlines; a nez retrousse; a tiny mouth; like a crushed pink rose; and wistful blue eyes。 This girl has been a Salvationist for two years。 During that time she has learned to speak; read; and write English; while she has constantly laboured among the poor and wretched。 The house where we find ourselves was formerly notorious as one of the worst in the Cherry Hill district。 It has been the scene of some memorable crimes; and among them that of the Chinaman who slew his Irish wife; after the manner of 〃Jack the Ripper;〃 on the staircase leading to the second floor。 A notable change has taken place in the tenement since Mattie and Em have lived there; and their gentle influence is making itself felt in the neighbouring houses as well。 It is nearly eight o'clock when we