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this, Henry says, “We shall not see you any more and 
Cosmo says, “We shall and Edward says, “ Do not 
be in a hurry, and the wind will cause the sails of the 
ship to be filled, which will bring him to Waimate;” 
and George says, “He shall die before Mr.Yate comes 
again.^^ But I say, perhaps God will say, Come ; and 
perhaps he will say. Do not. I am very dark, and sorry 
within me that a ship is going to sail with you in 
her from this native land. My wife has made some 
bands for parsons ; and a pair of something for the wrists 
of English women, such as Mrs. Matthews and Mrs. 
Busby wear. You must give them, in England, to them 
that your heart says you love. Go in peace, Mr. Yate : 
go, and do not be overtaken by storms and hurricanes. 
Go in peace to England, and leave us all to cry when 
you are gone. This is all my last slate to you, from me. 
From Paru, whom you sometimes call Poke. 
LETTER XVIII. 
from HONGI, to the REV. W. YATE. 
To the man whose name is Yate, and who comes to 
teach us here. 
Here am I, sitting in the verandah of my” house at 
Ohaiawai, thinking within me, that I shall not see your 
face again, nor hear the sound of your horse’s feet. The 
soles of his feet, with you upon his back, will not leave 
a mark behind them on my ground again, till I am dead, 
and Paitaro* is become the head Chief of Mangakaua- 
kaua. Perhaps I shall die ; perhaps not. You say you 
shall return ; but I am thinking, no : you will not leave 
* Paitaro died a happy Christian deaths the latter end of 
last year ( 1834 ). 
