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dead ; and before you come back we shall be all swept 
away. Hurry back again altogether ; hurry back again 
to this native land! — Mr. Yate, how do you do? Waru 
and I are to go to the Lord's Supper next week: pray for 
us, that God would cause us rightly to go. Mr. Yate, 
health to you, and to all your friends. I am well, and 
George ; and Caroline and Cosmo are well: and I am 
thinking, that though, before you come back here, my 
body may die, my spirit will live, and it wiU live happy 
with God for ever. This is all my speech to you. Sir, 
mine, Sarah Watkins Waru. 
LETTER XXVII. 
HENRY GEORGE WATKINS WARU TO THE REV. W. YATE ; 
FROM THE WAIMATE, NOV. 1831. 
My friend, Mr. Yate — How do you do ? Sir, here are 
we all sitting; some of us well, and some ill. My 
friend, Mr. Yate, we altogether think about you. You 
are cut away by the sea from your sons here, and from 
the people of this native world. Oh, how great is our 
love to you ! because. Sir, it was you who made yourself 
our godfather, who permitted us to enter the Church of 
Christ : • it was you who preached to us the Gospel of 
God, to us the people of the School-house, and to the 
people of the native residences also. Sir, be very mind- 
ful to pray to God for us — for the people of New Zea- 
land, and for all the dark islands of this world. Pray 
to Him for the sick, and that He would spare, and be 
gracious to those who are lying upon the bed of sickness, 
and cause their hearts to understand all his gracious 
works. I write this book to you that you may altogether 
hear my thoughts : I say, that if with a joking heart I 
hear and receive the Word of God, pain will be reserved 
