'Oh,' said the matter-of-fact Colonel, 'you see, she belongs to the

Salvation Army, and looks at things from the point of view of her

duty, and not from that of her comfort.'

It is curious at what a tender age children learn to note the habits

of those about them. When this little Bessie was given _2d_. she

lisped out in her pretty Scotch accent, 'Mother winna have this for

beer!'

THE WOMEN'S LODGING-HOUSE

GLASGOW

The last place that I visited in Glasgow was the Shelter for women, an

Institution of the same sort as the Shelter for men. It is a

Lodging-house in which women can have a bed at the price of 4_d_. per

night; but if that sum is not forthcoming, they are not, as a rule,

turned away if they are known to be destitute.

The class of people who frequent this Home is a very low one; for the

most part they are drunkards. They must leave the Shelter before ten

o'clock in the morning, when the majority of them go out hawking,

selling laces, or other odds and ends. Some of them earn as much as

2_s_. a day; but, as a rule, they spend a good deal of what they earn,

only saving enough to pay for their night's lodging. This place has

been open for sixteen years, and contains 133 beds, which are almost

always full.

The women whom I saw at this Shelter were a very rough-looking set,

nearly all elderly, and, as their filthy garments and marred

countenances showed, often the victims of drink. Still, they have good

in them, for the lady in charge assured me that they are generous to

each other. If one of the company has nothing they will collect the

price of her bed or her food between them, and even pay her debts, if

these are not too large. There were several children in the place, for

each woman is allowed to bring in one. When I was there many of the

inmates were cooking their meals on the common stove, and very curious

and unappetizing these were.

Among them I noted a dark-eyed lassie of about sixteen who was crying.

Drawing her aside, I questioned her. It seemed that her father, a

drunken fellow, had turned her out of her home that afternoon because

she had forgotten to give him a message. Having nowhere to go she

wandered about the streets until she met a woman who told her of this

Lodging-house. She added, touchingly enough, that it was not her

mother's fault.

Imagine a girl of sixteen thrown out to spend the night upon the

streets of Glasgow!

On the walls of one of the rooms I saw a notice that read oddly in a

Shelter for women. It ran:--

_Smoking is strictly prohibited after retiring_.

THE LAND AND INDUSTRIAL COLONY

HADLEIGH, ESSEX

The Hadleigh Colony, of which Lieut.-Colonel Laurie is the Officer in

charge, is an estate of about 3,000 acres which was purchased by the

Salvation Army in the year 1891 at a cost of about £20 the acre, the

land being stiff clay of the usual Essex type. As it has chanced,

owing to the amount of building which is going on in the neighbourhood

of Southend, and to its proximity to London, that is within forty

miles, the investment has proved a very good one. I imagine that if

ever it should come to the hammer the Hadleigh Colony would fetch a

great deal more than £20 the acre, independently of its cultural

improvements. These, of course, are very great. For instance, more

than 100 acres are now planted with fruit-trees in full bearing. Also,

there are brickfields which are furnished with the best machinery and

plant, ranges of tomato and salad houses, and a large French garden

where early vegetables are grown for market. A portion of the land,

however, still remains in the hands of tenants, with whom the Army

does not like to interfere.

The total turn-over of the land 'in hand' amounts to the large sum of

over £30,000 per annum, and the total capital invested is in the

neighbourhood of £110,000. Of this great sum about £78,000 is the cost

of the land and the buildings; the brickworks and other industries

account for £12,000, while the remaining £20,000 represents the value

of the live and dead stock. I believe that the mortgage remaining on

the place, which the Army had not funds to pay for outright, is now

less than £50,000, borrowed at about 4 per cent, and, needless to say,

it is well secured.

Lieut.-Colonel Laurie informed me on the occasion of my last visit to

Hadleigh, in July, 1910, that taken as a whole even now the farm does

not pay its way.[6] This result is entirely owing to the character of

the labour employed. At first sight, as the men are paid but a

trifling sum in cash, it would appear that this labour must be

extremely cheap. Investigation, however, gives the story another

colour.

It costs the Army 10_s_. a week to keep a man at Hadleigh in food and

lodgings, and in addition he receives a cash grant of from 6_d_ to

5_s_. a week.

Careful observation shows that the labour of three of these men, of

whom 92 per cent, be it remembered, come to the Colony through their

drinking habits, is about equal to that of one good agricultural hand

who, in Norfolk, reckoning in his harvest and sundries, would

earn--let us say, 18s. a week. Therefore, in practice where I, as a

farmer, pay about 18s., or in the case of carters and milkmen nearly

£1, the Army pays £2, circumstances under which it is indeed difficult

to farm remuneratively in England.

The object of the Hadleigh Colony is to supply a place where broken

men of bad habits, who chance in most cases to have had some connexion

with or liking for the land, can be reformed, and ultimately sent out

to situations, or as emigrants to Canada. About 400 of such men pass

through the Colony each year. Of these men, Lieut.-Colonel Laurie

estimates that 7-1/2 per cent prove absolute failures, although, he

added that, 'it is very, very difficult to determine as to when a man

should be labelled an absolute failure. He may leave us an apparent

failure, and still come all right in the end.'

The rest, namely 91 per cent or so, regain their place as decent and

useful members of society, a wonderful result which is brought about

by the pressure of discipline, tempered with kindness, and the

influence of steady and healthful work.

Persons of every class drift to this Colony. Thus, among the 230

Colonists who were training there when I visited it in July, 1910,

were two chemists and a journalist, while a Church of England

clergyman had just left it for Canada.

As a specimen of the ruck, however, I will mention the first

individual to whom I happened to speak--a strong young man, who was

weeding a bed of onions. He told me that he had been a farm labourer

in early life, and, subsequently, for six years a coachman in a

private livery stables in London. He lost his place through drink,

became a wanderer on the Embankment, was picked up by the Salvation

Army and sent to one of its Elevator paper-works. Afterwards, he

volunteered to work on the land at Hadleigh, where he had then been

employed for nine months. His ambition was to emigrate to Canada,

which, doubtless, he has now done, or is about to do. Such cases might

be duplicated by the dozen, but for this there is no need. _Ex uno

disce omnes_.

All the labour employed, however, is not of this class. For instance,

the next man to whom I spoke, who was engaged in ploughing up old

cabbage land with a pair of very useful four-year-olds, bred on the

farm, was not a Colonist but an agricultural hand, paid at the rate of

wages usual in the district. Another, who managed the tomato-houses,

was a skilled professional tomato-grower from the Channel Islands. The

experience of the managers of the Colony is that it is necessary to

employ a certain number of expert agriculturalists on the place, in

order that they may train the raw hands who come from London and

elsewhere.

To a farmer, such as the present writer, a visit to Hadleigh is an

extremely interesting event, showing him, as it does, what can be done

upon cold and unkindly land by the aid of capital, intelligence, and

labour. Still I doubt whether a detailed description of all these

agricultural operations falls within the scope of a book such as that

upon which I am engaged.

Therefore, I will content myself with saying that this business, like

everything else that the Army undertakes, is carried out with great

thoroughness and considerable success. The extensive orchards are

admirably managed, and were fruitful even in the bad season of 1910.

The tomato-houses, which have recently been increased at a capital

cost of about £1,000, produce many tons of tomatoes, and the French

garden is excellent of its kind. The breed of Middle-white pigs is to

be commended; so much so in my judgment, and I can give no better

testimonial, that at the moment of writing I am trying to obtain from

it a pedigree boar for my own use. The Hadleigh poultry farm, too, is

famous all over the world, and the Officer who manages it was the

President for 1910 of the Wyandotte Society, fowls for which Hadleigh

is famous, having taken the championship prizes for this breed and

others all over the kingdom. The cattle and horses are also good of

their class, and the crops in a trying year looked extremely well.

All these things, however, are but a means to an end, which end is the

redemption of our fallen fellow-creatures, or such of them as come

within the reach of the work of the Salvation Army at this particular

place.

I should add, perhaps, that there is a Citadel or gathering hall,

which will seat 400, where religious services are held and concerts

are given on Saturday nights for the amusement of the Colonists. I may

mention that no pressure is brought to bear to force any man in its

charge to conform to the religious principles of the Army. Indeed,

many of these attend the services at the neighbouring parish church.

Notwithstanding the past characters of those who live there,

disturbances of any sort are unknown at Hadleigh. Indeed, it is

extremely rare for a case originating on the Colony to come before the

local magistrates.

THE SMALL-HOLDINGS SETTLEMENT

BOXTED, ESSEX

General Booth and his Officers are, as I know from various

conversations with them, firmly convinced that many of the great and

patent evils of our civilization result from the desertion of the land

by its inhabitants, and that crowding into cities which is one of the

most marked phenomena of our time. Indeed, it was an identity of view

upon this point, which is one that I have advanced for years, that

first brought me into contact with the Salvation Army. But to preach

the advantages of bringing people back to the land is one thing, and

to get them there quite another. Many obstacles stand in the way. I

need only mention two of these: the necessity for large capital and

the still more important necessity of enabling those who are settled

on it to earn out of Mother Earth a sufficient living for themselves

and their families.

That well-known philanthropist, the late Mr. Herring, was another

person much impressed with the importance of this matter, and I

remember about five years ago dining with him, with General Booth as

my fellow-guest, on an occasion when all this subject was gone into in

detail. So lively, indeed, was Mr. Herring's interest that he offered

to advance a sum of £100,000 to the Army, to be used in an experiment

of land-settlement, carried out under its auspices. Should that

experiment prove successful, the capital repaid by the tenants was to

go to King Edward's Hospital Fund, and should it fail, that capital

was to be written off. Of this £100,000, £40,000 has now been invested

in the Boxted venture, and if this succeeds, I understand that the

balance will become available for other ventures under the provisions

of Mr. Herring's will. A long while must elapse, however, before the

result of the experiment can be definitely ascertained.

The Boxted Settlement is situated In North Essex, about three miles

from Colchester, and covers an area of 400 acres. It is a flat place,

that before the Enclosures Acts was a heath, with good road frontages

throughout, an important point where small-holdings are concerned. The

soil is a medium loam over gravel, neither very good nor very bad, so

far as my judgment goes, and of course capable of great improvement

under intensive culture.

This estate, which altogether cost about £20 per acre to buy, has

been divided into sixty-seven holdings, varying in size from 4-1/2

acres to 7 acres. The cottages which stand upon the holdings have been

built in pairs, at a cost of about £380 per pair, which price

includes drainage, a drinking well, and, I think, a soft-water

cistern. These are extremely good dwellings, and I was much struck

with their substantial and practical character. They comprise three

bedrooms, a large living-room, a parlour, and a scullery, containing a

sink and a bath. Also there is a tool-house, a pigstye, and a movable

fowl-house on wheels.

On each holding an orchard of fruit trees has been planted in

readiness for the tenant, also strawberries, currants, gooseberries,

and raspberries, which in all occupy about three-quarters of an acre.

The plan is that the rest of the holding should be cultivated

intensively upon a system that is estimated to return £20 per acre.

The arrangement between the Army and its settlers is briefly as

follows: In every case the tenant begins without any capital, and is

provided with seeds and manures to carry him through the first two

years, also with a living allowance at the rate of 10_s_. a week for

the man and his wife, and 1_s_. a week for each child, which allowance

is to cease after he has marketed his first crops.

The tenancy terms are, that for two years the settler is a tenant at

will, the agreement being terminable by either party at any time

without compensation. At the end of these two years, subject to the

approval of the Director of the Settlement, the settler can take a 999

years' lease of his holding, the Army for obvious reasons retaining

the freehold. After the first year of this lease, the rental payable

for forty years is to be 5 per cent per annum upon the capital

invested in the settlement of the man and his family upon the holding,

which rent is to include the cost of the house, land, and

improvements, and all moneys advanced to him during his period of

probation.

It is estimated that this capital sum will average £520 per holding,

so that the tenant's annual rent for forty years will be £26, after

which he will have nothing more to pay save a nominal rent, and the

remainder of the lease will be the property of himself, or rather, of

his descendants. This property, I presume, will be saleable.

So, putting aside all legal technicalities and complications, it comes

to this: the tenant is started for two years after which he pays about

£4 a year rent per acre for the next forty years, and thereby

virtually purchases his holding. The whole question, which time alone

can answer, is whether a man can earn £4 per acre rent per annum, and,

in addition, provide a living for himself and family out of a

five-acre holding on medium land near Colchester.

The problem is one upon which I cannot venture to express any decisive

opinion, even after many years of experience of such matters. I trust,

however, that the answer may prove to be in the affirmative, and I am

quite sure that if any Organization is able to cause it to work out

this way, that Organization is the Salvation Army, whose brilliant

business capacity can, as I know, make a commercial success of the

most unpromising materials.

I should like to point out that this venture is one of great and

almost of national importance, because if it fails then it will be

practically proved that it is impossible to establish small holders on

the land by artificial means, at any rate, in England, and at the

present prices of agricultural produce. It is not often that a sum of

£40,000 will be available for such a purpose, and with it the

direction of a charitable Organization that seeks no profit, the

oversight of an Officer as skilled and experienced as Lieut.-Colonel

Hiffe, and, in addition, a trained Superintendent who will afford

advice as to all agricultural matters, a co-operative society ready to

hire out implements, horses and carts at cost price, and, if so

desired, to undertake the distribution or marketing of produce. Still,

notwithstanding all these advantages, I have my misgivings as to the

ultimate result.

The men chosen to occupy these holdings by a Selection Committee of

Salvation Army Officers, are for the most part married people who were

born in the country, but had migrated to the towns. Most of them have

more or less kept themselves in touch with country life by cultivating

allotments during their period of urban residence, and precedence has

been given to those who have shown a real desire to return to the

land. Other essentials are a good character, both personal and as a

worker, bodily and mental health, and total abstention from any form

of alcohol. No creed test is required, and there are men of various

religious faiths upon the Settlement, only a proportion of them being

Salvationists.

I interviewed two of these settlers at hazard upon their holdings,

and, although the year had been adverse, found them happy and hopeful.

No. 1, who had been a mechanic, proposed to increase his earnings by

mending bicycles. No. 2 was an agriculturist pure and simple, and

showed me his fowls and pigs with pride. Here, however, I found a

little rift within the rural lute, for on asking him how his wife

liked the life he replied after a little hesitation, 'Not very well,

sir: you see, she has been accustomed to a town.'

If she continues not to like it 'very well,' there will, I think, be

an end to that man's prospects as a small holder.

I had the pleasure of bring present in July, 1910, at the formal

opening of the Boxted Settlement, when the Salvation Army entertained

several hundred guests to luncheon, many of them very well-known

people. The day for a wonder was fine, General Booth spoke for over an

hour in his most characteristic and interesting way; the Chairman,

Earl Carrington, President of the Board of Agriculture, blessed the

undertaking officially and privately; everybody seemed pleased with

the holdings, and, in short, all went merrily as a marriage bell.

As I sat and listened, however, the query that arose in my mind

was--What would be the state of these holdings and of the tenants or

of their descendants on, say, that day thirty years? I trust and hope

that it will be a good state in both instances; but I must confess to

certain doubts and fears.

In this parish of Ditchingham, where I live, there is a man with a few

acres of land, an orchard, a greenhouse, etc. That man works his

little tenancy, deals in the surplus produce of large gardens, which

he peddles out in the neighbouring town, and, on an average, takes

piecework on my farm (at the moment of writing he and his son are

hoeing mangolds) for two or three days a week; at any rate, for a

great part of the year. He is a type of what I may call the natural

small holder, and I believe does fairly well. The question is, can the

artificially created small holder, who must pay a rent of £4 the acre,

attain to a like result?

Again, I say I hope so most sincerely, for if not in England 'back to

the land' will prove but an empty catchword. At any rate, the country

should be most grateful to the late Mr. Herring, who provided the

funds for this intensely interesting experiment, and to the Salvation

Army which is carrying it out in the interests of the landless poor.

IMPRESSIONS OF GENERAL BOOTH

It has occurred to the writer that a few words descriptive of William

Booth, the creator and first General of the Salvation Army, set down

by a contemporary who has enjoyed a good many opportunities of

observing him during the past ten years, may possibly have a future if

not a present value.

Of the greatness of this man, to my mind, there can be no doubt. When

the point of time whereon we stand and play our separate parts has

receded, and those who follow us look back into the grey mist which

veils the past; when that mist has hidden the glitter of the

decorations and deadened the echoes of the high-sounding titles of

to-day; when our political tumults, our town-bred excitements, and

many of the very names that are household words to us, are forgotten,

or discoverable only in the pages of history; when, perhaps, the

Salvation Army itself has fulfilled its mission and gone its road, I

am certain that the figure of William Booth will abide clearly visible

in those shadows, and that the influences of his work will remain, if

not still felt, at least remembered and honoured. He will be one of

the few, of the very few enduring figures of our day; and even if our

civilization should be destined to undergo eclipse for a period, as

seems possible, when the light returns, by it he will still be seen.

For truly this work of his is fine, and one that appeals to the

imagination, although we are so near to it that few of us appreciate

its real proportions. Also, in fact, it is the work that should be

admired rather than the man, who, after all, is nothing but the

instrument appointed to shape it from the clay of circumstance. The

clay lay ready to be shaped, then appeared the moulder animated with

will and purpose, and working for the work's sake to an end which he

could not foresee.

I have no information on the point, but I should be surprised to learn

that General Booth, when Providence moved him to begin his labours

among the poor, had even an inkling of their future growth within the

short period of his own life. He sowed a seed in faith and hope, and,

in spite of opposition and poverty, in spite of ridicule and of

slander, he has lived to see that seed ripen into a marvellous

harvest. Directly, or indirectly, hundreds of thousands of men and

women throughout the world have benefited by his efforts. He has been

a tool of destiny, like Mahomet or Napoleon, only in this case one

fated to help and not to harm mankind. Such, at least, is my estimate

of him.

A little less of the spirit of self-sacrifice, a different sense of

responsibility, and the same strength of imagination and power of

purpose devoted to purely material objects, might have raised up

another multi-millionaire, or a mob-leader, or a self-seeking despot.

But, as it happened, some grace was given to him, and the river has

run another way.

Opportunity, too, has played into his hands. He saw that the

recognized and established Creeds scarcely touched the great, sordid,

lustful, drink-sodden, poverty-steeped masses of the city populations

of the world: that they were waiting for a teacher who could speak to

them in a tongue they understood. He spoke, and some of them have

listened: only a fraction it is true, but still some. More, as it

chanced, he married a wife who entered into his thoughts, and was able

to help to fulfil his aspirations, and from that union were born

descendants who, for the most part, are fitted to carry on his

labours.

Further, like Loyola, and others, he has the power of rule, being a

born leader of men, so that thousands obey his word without question

in every corner of the earth, although some of these have never seen

his face. Lastly, Nature endowed him with a striking presence that

appeals to the popular mind, with a considerable gift of speech, with

great physical strength and abounding energy, qualities which have

enabled him to toil without ceasing and to travel far and wide. Thus

it comes about that as truly as any man of our generation, when his

hour is ended, he, too, I believe, should be able to say with a clear

conscience, 'I have finished the work that Thou gavest me to do':

although his heart may add, 'I have not finished it as well as I could

wish.'

Now let me try to convey my personal impressions of this man. I see

him in various conversations with myself, when he has thought that he

could make use of me to serve his ever-present and impersonal ends,

trying to add me up, wondering how far I was sincere, and to what

extent I might be influenced by private objects; then, at last,

concluding that I was honest in my own fashion, opening his heart

little by little, and finally appealing to me to aid him in his

labours.

'I like that man; _he understands me!_' I once heard him say,

mentioning my name, and believing that he was thinking, not speaking.

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