Salvation Army General Booth - In Hamilton, 1895
General William Booth, the commander of the hosts of the Salvation army, is in appearance a peculiar personage. Were he to appear on the streets, his name and position entirely unknown, it would be said of him, “There goes somebody” with that inflection that discriminates between commonplace and distinctive people. His head is covered, and well-covered, with rich, sliky grey-black hair and his face is partly hidden by a beard in color the same, but in quantity rather straggling, denoting advance of age and increase of care. The face – more peculiar than anything else – is a study. A brow, high and intelligent, is furrowed with deep lines, and a pair of heavy eyebrows rest above deep-set eyes that are never still. Much of the power of this man over others must come from the sentinels of sight, for they alike pierce and melt. “Sin is a damnable and hateful thing,” said he yesterday afternoon, and as he said it his eyes flashed with an intenseness that suggested a lasti