yack in the Atolls. 
ISTORY does repeat itself. The story 
X X of the Cornish clergyman who in the 
middle of his discourse jumped down from 
his pulpit, and, imploring his hearers to “ start 
fair,” raced them to the scene of a promising 
wreck, has its Polynesian counterpart—clergy¬ 
man, church, and all. Some little difference 
there is, however, with regard to other acces¬ 
sories of the South Sea story; as the coloured 
minister, instead of the regulation surplice and 
black trousers, wore a white shirt only, and 
trousers were a missing quantity. He was, 
as I have said, a native clergyman, and lived 
and laboured—“ laboured ” is merely euphe¬ 
mistic, as any one knows who has knowledge 
of native teachers—on one of the atolls in the 
Caroline Islands. Service had commenced, and 
Miti Paulo lonatani ( Anglice —the Reverend 
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