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brought it to England, intending to deposit it in the Crystal 

 Palace. 



The next day I went down to the berths where the Sandwich 

 islander was lying, and found him very much revived. After 

 conversing with him about the wreck, and the loss of all his 

 shipmates, I said, " God has very mercifully preserved you. 

 You must remember his goodness, and pray to him." He 

 said, " I did pray to him in the night, when I was in the sea, 

 I did pray to Grod in the morning, when I saw the captain ; I 

 prayed that we might be saved. And Grod sent away death, 

 and sent your ship, and we are here." I said, " I am glad 

 you prayed to Grod. You must be thankful to God, and 

 serve him, and love him. You must try to praise God in 

 your future life." 



I then repeated the first two lines of a hymn which I had 

 written, among the first ever composed in the language of 

 the Sandwich Islands, when I was a missionary in that 

 country. The lines are these, — 



" He Akua hemolele 

 Ke Akua no kakou." 



" A God of perfection or goodness is our God." The man's 

 countenance brightened as I repeated these lines, and as soon 

 as I had ceased he took up the strain where I had left ofi", 

 repeating the two concluding lines and the remaining verses 

 with evident satisfaction. I said, " Where did you learn that 

 hymn?" He replied, "In the school of the missionaries at 

 Oahu." That was the island in which I had resided. I then 

 said, " I wrote that hymn many years ago, when I lived in 

 the Sandwich Islands." He looked at me with still greater 

 astonishment, and said, " Who are you ? " I said, " I am 

 Mika Eliki" (the i.ative pronunciation of my name), "and I 

 was a missionary at Oahu with Mr. Bingham, Mr. Thurston, 

 and others." He seemed surprised and pleased; said he 



