[F] Mrs. Gillman gave me also the following sonnet. I believe it never to have been published; but although she requested I "would not have copies of it made to give away," I presume the prohibition cannot now be binding, after a lapse of thirty years since I received it. The poet, he who wrote the sonnet, and the admirable woman to whom it was addressed, have long since met. "SONNET ON THE LATE SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. "And thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend! No, never more thy gentle voice shall blend With air of Earth its pure, ideal tones,-- Binding in one, as with harmonious zones, The heart and intellect. And I no more Shall with thee gaze on that unfathomed deep, The Human Soul: as when, pushed off the shore, Thy mystic bark would through the darkness sweep, Itself the while so bright! For oft we seemed As on some starless sea,--all dark above, All dark below,--yet, onward as we drove, To plough up light that ever round us streamed But he who mourns is not as one bereft Of all he loved: thy living Truths are left. "WASHINGTON ALLSTON. "_Cambridge Port, Massachusetts, America._ "For my _still_ dear friend, Mrs. Gillman, of the Grove, Highgate." [G] Madame de Staël is reported to have said that Coleridge was "rich in a monologue, but poor in a dialogue." [H] It may not be forgotten that the Rev. Edward Irving, in dedicating to Coleridge one of his books, acknowledges obligations to the venerable sage for many valuable teachings, "as a spiritual man and as a Christian pastor": lessons derived from his "_conversations_" concerning the revelations of the Christian faith,--"helps in the way of truth,"--"from listening to his discourses." Coleridge has said, "he never found the smallest hitch or impediment in the fullest utterance of his most subtile fancies by word of mouth." [I] Their friendship lasted for years, and was full of kindness on the part of the philosopher, and of reverential respect on that of Irving, who, following the natural instinct of his own ingenuous nature, changed in an instant in such a presence from the orator, who, speaking in God's name, assumed a certain austere pomp of position,--more like an authoritative priest than a simple presbyter,--into the simple and candid listener, more ready to learn than he was to teach. [J] "Barry Cornwall" is the husband of her daughter by a prior marriage; and Adelaide Procter, during her brief life, made a name that will live with the best poets of our day. [K] De Quincey elsewhere states his height to be five feet ten,--exactly the height of Wordsworth: both having been measured in the studio of Haydon.