THE POET AND THE VERGER.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 7132, 22 June 1901, Page 3

THE POET AND THE VERGER.

A certain well-known* but m.A cised English poet, who ,thinks n goo* deal more of his ownr talent than the wor^. does^ was some time ago visiting a, «*•, them village in which Sir Henry Imngy had just 'been staying, and he paid .* TJtttto the <?hurch. On entering he ?nentKUM^/ his name to the venerable verger/ wao seemed quite uhimpressed. When Jihef £oefe htfd seen all that there was to* eeeij^wt, was about to take his departure, t&e.TB^V fger,. glowing with pride, said, "I shewed; a great iqan round here not long tdnoi*| ■sir." f ' '.-" '"-. ■ ' -,'-' "'V*',p- --" Indeed. ' Who was that?" , . f "Sir Henry Irying. He shook handi with me, and when I come home 1 : -aajii' to my wife, 'Wife, I've shook hands With, a great main.'" ". . . ..'. "Ah," responded the poet, grasping the honest yerger's paw, "now you can gov home .and tell your wife that you haveshaken hands with a greater."' Then the poet departed, end the verger . stood 100-ring towards the sunset «nd ; (thinking about ''.hallucinations — but by some other name.