Photocopy of letter. Written from [Cheltenham].
She feels the cold horribly but it is nothing to the sufferings of the poor. Emphasises the need at the moment for 'fresh and strong spiritual life in our Cause, else it will go down'. She bewails the deadness of the churches and wishes they would take the parable of the Good Samaritan to heart and as 'one of our Lord's most bitter rebukes to the churches'. 'The churches in this correctly Evangelical Cheltenham disgust me' She then relates how she discovered that the rooms on the floor below her had been taken by 'a professional high class prostitute'. The landlady got her to leave. JB felt better, followed her up and found her in a home of ill fame patronised by gentlemen, the house being protected as much as a 'maison toleree'. Further the slums of Cheltenham would be a disgrace to London or New York. Not a voice is raised about all this except 'one most humble minister of Lady Huntingdon's Chapel' who came to see her. Her brave remark to him was: 'We must try, Mr Foster, to lay a train of gunpowder here, and perhaps God will put a spark to it some day!'