LETTERS FROM NATIVES, 
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the great sea. Oh, how great they were, when I went up 
to Mr. Marsden’s, at Port Jackson ! Remember, that it 
was Temorenga, who sat in your verandah, at your 
house-door, and told you all about native men^s ways. 
Do not forget who I am, and what I have said to you. 
Bring out one, two, three, perhaps more, Missionaries 
to go to the Southern Tribes, that there may be no more 
fighting between us here and them there. Bring your 
sister in the ship with you ; and do not forget what I, 
Temorenga, have said, that you shall have a house at the 
Manawenua, if the other natives should ever be turned 
against you, and they should not let the Missionaries 
live in the land. A native man^s heart is very deceitful, 
and very joking. Let my men, who carry the fowls for 
you to eat on board the man-of-war, carry me back one 
fig of tobacco, as my pipe is empty. Go in peace, and 
see your friends in England. Go in peace, Mr. Yate; 
so says Temorenga, at Manawenua, his residence, where 
he sits. 
LETTER XV. 
FROM THE SON OF TEMORENGA, TO THE REV. W. YATE. 
My Father — Health to you. Rest in peace here, in 
this native man’s land ; and do not go to England. Let 
your European friends write letters, and send boxes ; 
but as for you, sit at the Waimate, and come here to 
this place every week, to teach us. The time is arrived, 
when light is coming into our hearts, and light is passing 
all through New Zealand. Sit here, our Teacher, and do 
not go away. These are our thoughts at the Mana- 
wenua ; and all the men say, and every body says, Mr. 
Yate is going, and he will go; and we shall all be dead, 
altogether swept away, before he comes back ; and when 
