(Capt. William Burchett) - Sunday was a grand day to our souls. We began well at Knee-drill, and went on well all day. At night it was a meeting never to be forgotten for the people were crying all over our Hall, and some rushing out of the doors because the Spirit of God was so upon them, and some weeping at the Mercy-seat for the Lord to save their souls.
From, "The War Cry," page 3, 16th March 1882.
Wednesday I was cramped up in a small, over-crowded bus, and had to travel twelve miles in this way; but, what I saw and heard was very cheering. I had not been here long, before a street sweeper, a fine, big man, told me how God had saved him, and what a big drunkard he was. I met many who told me the same story. The place was packed, and it was a melting time.
On Thursday we opened the new Hall, a nice building; a large number sat down to tea, and they had sittings down till they had eaten all the provisions in the shape of cake, etc., they could get in the town. At night, we had a monster open-air. the Falmouth Brass Band was over, and it stirred the whole town. After some sharp shooting, we marched to the Hall, and when we got there, we could not get in for the crush, and one or two got in the backway over the garden wall, and the rest held an overflow meeting in the Corn. Exchange, and it is estimated we had more than half the population at our meetings that night.
From, "The War Cry," page 2, 30th March 1882.
I do not know where the meetings were held.