But, strong in spirit, the girl held bravely on.

Higher and higher came that ever-encroaching water, and soon her head was covered, and she thought her sorrows were ended, but her tormentors brought her out of the water, rubbed and warmed her, and brought her to life again, only to put the question to her once more.
Would she deny her Master?
No; again she refused to do so, and was dragged back, wet and dripping as she was, once more to be chained to the stake, and to lay down her life a second time.

But the Lord was with her, and she was faithful to the end.
That girl was strong in soul, strong in the highest, noblest form of strength; she could say No when tempted to do wrong, she was faithful when sorely tried.

But Samson was weak as water, he had no strength of soul; a woman's pretty face, a woman's coaxing word, was quite sufficient to overthrow all the strength of soul he possessed.

He could resist no temptation that came across his path; he was an easy prey to the tempter.
Oh! that we were all strong, strong in this highest, grandest form of strength, mighty giants in spirit! But do you say, How can I obtain this strength, by what means can I acquire it?
I feel I need it.