I keep my nonsense for the fireside, while you publish yours from the pulpit.
To a minister who expressed his surprise at Mr. Halls frivolous conversation after preaching a serious discourse.
He said of a certain clergyman, His head is so full of every thing but religion, that one might be tempted to fancy that he has a Sunday soul, which he screws on in due time, and takes off every Monday morning.
When a lady replied, to a request for a subscription, that she would wait and see, Mr. Hall said, She is watching, not to do good, but to escape from it.
Being told that his animation increased with years, he replied, Then I am like touchwood,the more decayed, the easier fired.
Some one said that the Archbishop of Canterburys chaplain came into the room to say grace at dinner, and then retired; Mr. Hall remarked, His grace, not choosing to present his own requests to the King of kings, calls in a deputy to take up his messages.
He called Tom Paines writings against the Bible, a mouse nibbling at the wing of an archangel.
When told that it was reported he was about to marry, he replied, I marry Miss ! I would as soon marry Beelzebubs eldest daughter, and go home and live with the old folks!
He called Owen, the geologist, a valley of dry bones.
A tedious friend visited him at the asylum during a temporary aberration of mind, and asked him what brought him there: Whatll never bring you, sir, replied Hall,too much brain, sir; too much brain, sir!
The only passage in an egotistical clergymans discourse which Mr. Hall pronounced very fine was the passage from the pulpit into the vestry.