This is a monthly report from the Salvation Army station here.
My first night in Cheltenham I went into the streets while the soldiers were shooting at the enemy; there was a great noise among them, some laughing and talking, others swearing and throwing things into the ring. One man the worse for drink stood and sung and caused great excitement among the people.
We then sung to the hall followed by a crowd of the right sort for Jesus. Our little hall was soon filled, and we commenced the meeting. Whilst singing some were smoking, others swearing and shouting "Amen" to the top of their voices; but, thank God, in the midst of all this souls were saved. On the Sunday we had a lot of persecution, but it was a good day after all. At night we had a grand time, the power of God knocked down eleven, and since then God has saved some of the same sort.
How we spent Bank Holiday.- Prayer-meeting at 7 a.m. At 10 .30 Sacrament. It was a good time, we were lifted higher up towards glory. At 2 o'clock we marched round about the back streets into some places where we had not been before, and God blessed our labours. Then a cup of tea, and then out again firing at the enemy, after which we marched to the hall. Had a glorious meeting, when two poor sinners were compelled to come and give up for God. So we can thank God for our Bank Holiday spree. Last Sunday we had a good day; eight came out for salvation, some of them had been amongst our persecutors. May God make them more brave for Him.
From, 'The Salvationist', September 1879, page 250.
Our meetings here get better. The barracks are crammed every night. Sunday was a day never to be forgotten. We commenced with 60 at the 7 am knee drill and while the soldiers were pleading with God, a young man was so wounded that he came out and fell into the Fountain. A man and his wife then followed and the soldiers of the 89th we’re all rejoicing together over the Prodigal’s return. God was with us all day and outside, although the rain was coming down, we like brave soldiers of the Cross marched through it and felt God was raining on our hearts. Place crammed to excess all day. At night there was not standing room; powerful meeting. God came down our souls to greet, Saints rejoicing and sinners weeping. While I was talking a dear man left his seat and came to the Cross. More followed when the blood washed their sins away, making seven for the day, 10 the Sunday before and 15 the Sunday before that. Glory to God.
From, 'The War Cry', October 1881.
These were just two examples of what was happening here. More reports can be seen from the War Cry over future years.
I do not know where the meetings were held.