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leaves. The local chief, a man somewhat advanced in 
years, and of rather venerable aspect, came to shake 
hands with Ritova; whilst his followers kept at a re- 
spectful distance, and none of them ventured to stand 
upright as long as they were on board. This old man 
had been one of Ritova’s most faithful friends, having 
shared his exile for some time. The two friends were 
quite overcome, and ready to cry. None of them could 
speak for some minutes; at last the old chief said, that 
he was sorry to have to come empty-handed, but they 
were so poor that they had nothing to give. Ritova 
replied, that to be able to look once more upon his 
dear old face was more than all the presents he could 
have brought; they would apply themselves manfully 
to rebuild their towns, and the intercourse with the 
white men would soon place them in possession of 
plenty of goods. They then went on shore, where the 
people were overjoyed to behold their great chief 
again. 
The Tonguese teacher of Naduri had been invited by 
us to preach that day at Nukubati, for which we made 
him a handsome present; and all hands went on shore 
to attend Divine service, which, in the absence of a pro- 
per place of worship, was held in the chief’s house, 
Instead of dwelling on the importance of the happy 
result that had been brought about by the arrangement 
just concluded, and thanking God that peace had been 
preserved in the land, the teacher preached a pointed 
sermon at Ritova, about the evils that jealousy had pro- 
duced in Tonga,—Tonga is always put first by these 
conceited islanders,—Europe, and Fiji. Seeing several 
