LETTERS OF NATIVES 
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are my friend ; and I fed you with sucking-pigs ; there- 
fore, I say, do not forget. Speak my name to King Wil- 
liam ; and tell him I am sitting in peace, and listening to 
you. Go, go to England ; and speedily come back again 
to your house at the Waimate, that you may come on 
your horse Selim, and talk to us about the things of 
God. Here am I sitting in my house; and Hongi is 
writing my letter to you, from me, from your friend, that 
permitted his daughter to be married to your boy Henare. 
From Ate, at Mangakauakaua, to Mr. Yate, at the 
Waimate : — this is all. 
A few other Letters are added, which I have 
received since my return from New Zealand to 
this country. 
LETTER XXV. 
FROM NOAPUHI, TO THE REV. W. YATE. 
Sir, Mr. Yate — How do you do? and how are all of 
you ? On one of the days of September, in the fourth 
week of it, on the Monday, I began to write this speech 
to you. I am going to write about what has happened 
in New Zealand, and to the men of the school, ill or 
well, alive or dead. Some are well, and some are lying 
^ck, some of the men, and some of the women : but all 
the children in the school, both Natives and Europeans, 
are well ; and so am I alive and well. In this month 
we are all sitting at the Waimate, working and playing, 
and talking and reading, and writing and listening ; 
but, in the midst of all this, thoughts of love frequently 
rush into our hearts for our loving father, Mr. Yate: 
and all the boys, and every body, says, “Ngapuhi must 
write a book, and tell our father all about us ; and that 
