LETTERS PROM NATIVES, 
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my thought about the last. Now, my father, who art 
good to me, and to my two children, Caroline and Cosmo, 
say you, is this right? I want every day to be taught, 
and to have my heart more christified, as I shall not live 
long : my sickness in my throat is killing me ; and before 
you come back from England to this New-Zealand land, 
T shall die. Remember, I have been your boy ever since 
the day you first came to the Kerikeri ; and if I die be- 
fore you come back, my children are to be yours ; and 
you are to teach them all about God and Jesus Christ; 
that, if I go to hell, I may not see them there ; and if 1 
go to heaven, as I have thoughts in me which say I 
shall, I may see them, and you, in that light, and tearless, 
and not-sickly place ; when I shall not say my neck is 
bad, nor my heart cold towards God. This is my fare- 
well Letter to you, before you go to England. Tell the 
English Mr. Watkins*, that I think of him, as he is my 
name ; and give him this Rewarewa-box, for his wife to 
put her needles and thread in. Tell him, a New Zea- 
lander has no locks, nor hinges, nor fastenings ; and he 
must put them on for his wife himself. This is all I 
write to you, my father and friend, mine. 
Henry George Watkins Waru. 
To Mr. Yate, sitting at Mr. darkens house till he goes 
in the Buffalo at Wangaroa, to England. 
LETTER XVII. 
FROM THOMAS REO, TO THE RER. W. YATE. 
Our old Teacher and Friend — I will be your com- 
panion on the way to Wangaroa, to the Buffalo. When 
will the Buffalo sail ? You were the man who said to 
* The Rev. H. G. Watkins, M.A., Rector of St. Swifhin’s, 
London Stone ; to whom this Youth has written two Letters. 
