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LETTERS FROM NATIVES, 
LETTER XII. 
FROM JOHN TAUA, TO THE REV. W. YATE. 
My Teacher — I have been many moons thinking 
about the holy feast which Jesus Christ gave to his disci- 
ples, and told every body to eat in remembrance of Him. 
It is not a natives’ feast; for in New Zealand every 
body eats as much as he is able, and as fast as he is 
able ; but this is a feast of belief. If my body were hun- 
gr}% I should not be satisfied with a piece like a crumb, 
nor with a drop that will go in a cockle-shell ; but my 
soul is satisfied, my heart is satisfied, though it be a crumb, 
and a drop. The thoughts within me yesterday were 
perhaps right, and perhaps wrong. I said to myself, I am 
going to eat and to drink, at a table placed before us by 
the Great Chief of the world. I must be very good, and 
must make myself good within ; or, when He sees me. 
He will show that He is angry. And then I thought, I 
will not think any thing that is not right, nor do any 
thing that is not straight to-day ; and then, God will see 
that my heart is becoming good. But Mr. Yate, perhaps 
you will, and perhaps you will not, believe it : I thought 
no good thoughts, and I did no good works, all the day : 
and yet I was still, and not angry with myself, no, not at 
all. Now, my Teacher, you say what I am to do, before 
the next day of the Lord’s Supper. I think I must pray 
to God for a new heart, and for His Holy Spirit. 
This is my writing to Mr. Yate, my father, mine. 
John Taua. 
The preceding Letters, relating to the Sacra- 
ments, have necessarily described something of 
the power of experimental Religion in the hearts 
of the writers. The following are expressive of 
