Do you recall the laughter of the Philistines at the helpless Sampson? You can hear the echo of that laughter to-day, as the church, shorn of her strength by her own sin, is an object of ridicule to the world, who cry in derision, "Where is your boasted triumph and your Millennial glory?"
A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may be, is in itself nothing makes nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it, everything in life depends upon the cock of the hat.' For how many men we put it to your own experience, reader have made their way through the thronging crowds that beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of their hats'? The cock's all."