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Evening Star, Issue 3934, 4 October 1875, Page 3

At one of the aboriginal stations a, travelling German Moravian missionary called, and was asked to conduct the Sunday service. He was, [ suppose, one of those whose pro.-e like ; iyrou’s, fed naturally into verse. For when ihe time came for giving out the hymn he peered into the book, and said, parenthetically, the blacks being all attention. He light is dark, mine eyes is dim, I cannot see to read dis hymn. When to his astonishment and confusion, they broke into mil cry, and sang the couplet. He at once explained, I did not say to sing dis hymn, I only said mine eyes was dim. To which the children of the forest only responded by sineing lustily the second verse. Coleridge.—Underwood and Mackenzie say fhat there was more humbug in Coleridge than in any man that was ever heard of. Underwood was one day transcribing something for Coleridge when a visitor appeared. After the commonplaces, Coleridge took up a little book lying upon the table, and said, “ By the bye, I casually took up this book this morning, and was quite enchanted with a little sonnet I found there.” He then read off a blank verse translation, and entered into a long critique upon its merits. The same story, the same translation, and the same critique were repeated five times in that day to different visitors, without one word being altered.— Selections from the writings of Charles Wentworth Dilke.