LETTERS OF NATIVES 
276 
for my spirit for ever, and no joy will be for ever mine. — 
Friend, my children are well. Caroline has been ill ; 
sickness stuck fast to her : it began soon after you left, 
and her body was soon fleshless; and I cried. — My 
friend, I have finished your room ; and your bed-room 
is finished, all but the finishing round the doors and 
round the top : the mantle-piece is done, and the grate 
is fastened in. Perhaps you will say it is well, perhaps 
not, I am now working at Mr. Clarke^s bed- room. — 
Friend, I am going to tell you something ; shall I ? Mr. 
Clarke and I have been talking, and I am thinking of 
going to my residence at the Ngai-te-wiu, to sit. I write 
this book, that you may know about it. I am going, if 
you say Yes to it. Mr. Clarke has said Yes; and has a 
desire for me to go ; but, my friend, should I be over- 
taken by death ! — well, then my plans will be ended. If 
I live, I shall w’ork as a carpenter, and shall teach my 
own people all that I leained about carpentering, and 
other things which I learned when with you. I shall 
teach them to build houses, and all that I know. What 
shall I not teach them ? — Now, do you altogether listen 
to me. Will not you be pleased with my going ? I know 
that my father, Mr. Yate, will be pleased for me to go 
to the native village, and to sit there and teach the people. 
My friend, Mr. Yate, I have very great love for you. Say 
to all your friends to pray with you to God for us ; and 
let your prayers be one, that we may not lay hold of that 
which is evil, but that the truth of God may be altogether 
fastened upon our hearts. This is all my speech to you. 
Do not forget that you have a friend, George. By me is 
is this written, by 
Henry George Watkins Waru. 
To Mr. Yate, in England. 
