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Baron Hiigel, paid us a visit, and made a large 
collection of plants. We had a native to tell us 
their names : he gave the names of all without 
exception, and that too with little hesitation. 
Some of these plants were so very small, that it 
might have been supposed that they would have 
escaped the notice of an individual. But it was 
not so : not one could be introduced, however 
minute, or whatever might be the hidden situation 
in which it had thriven, but a name was found 
for it: and, lest it should be thought that this 
man was coining names, another native was called 
in, the following evening, just as the plants were 
being placed in fresh paper ; and, with one single 
exception, out of three hundred specimens, he 
gave the same name to each, as had been given 
the night before. It is so likewise with respect to 
birds, fishes, insects, garments, and every thing 
else which they possess : and I never found a na- 
tive at a loss to express any of the passions, feel- 
ings, sensations ; any thing connected with joy, 
sorrow, good, evil ; or any qualities of matter, as 
broad, long, obtuse, sharp, fluid, solid, &c. In 
short, there is scarcely any thing which we can 
imagine, but they have an expression for it, except 
it be some such words as express the Christian 
graces of hope, gratitude, charity, &c. ; which 
words, and some few similar ones, always require 
to be New-Zealandized, and of course to be ex- 
plained, as to the meaning that is to be attached 
to them ; which is however, in no instance, a dif- 
ficult task. Some such words have been intro- 
