WHAT a multitude of fair-weather Christians we have in this age! Many Christians resemble the nautilus, which, in fine, smooth weather, swims on the surface of the sea in a splendid little squadron, like the mighty ships; but the moment the first breath of the wind ruffles the waves, they take in their sails and sink into the depths. Many Christians are the same. In good company, in evangelical drawing-rooms, in pious parlors, in chapels and vestries, they are tremendously religious; but if they are exposed to a little ridicule, if some should smile at them, and call them . . . . some name of reproach, it is all over with their religion till the next fine day. Then, when it is fine weather, and religion will answer their purpose, up go their sails again, and they are as pious as before.—Spurgeon's Sermon on Faith, p. 378.