Douglas Jerrold

A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may
be, is in itself nothing--makes read more

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 is 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."

He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine,
would vote for nothing but a read more

He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine,
would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.

The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I
were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, read more

The ugliest of trades have their moments of pleasure. Now, if I
were a grave-digger, or even a hangman, there are some people I
could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.

Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the
steps.

Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the
steps.

Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to
meet it.

Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to
meet it.