RECEIVED FROM NEW ZEALAND. 
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LETTER XXVIII. 
TO MR. YATE, IN ENGLAND FROM THE WAIMATE, BY 
COSMO GORDON PAHAU. 
Mr. Yate, how do you do? Sir, have you outlived 
your sailing across the sea, to your residence ; or are you 
dead ? Perhaps, Mr. Yate, you will not return to this 
land again, till we are all dead. Ah, Sir ! pray for us : 
we are a wicked and a dying people in New Zealand : 
and ask your friends to pray with you, and to let your 
prayers be all one for us. Mr. Yate, here am I, and my 
wife and children, sitting in my house. All my work is 
to take medicine ; and all Caroline's work is, to rub my 
back. Oh ! how the bone in my back burns, when I 
attempt to sit up ; and when I lie down, then the burn- 
ing passes from my back inside me, and I cry with pain : 
and then, when full of pain, I hear the Spirit of Peace 
speaking to me ; and then I am strong to pray to the 
Lord my Saviour to take care of me, and, if it is good 
to Him, to take away the pain, but always to preserve 
me from the evil of this w orld, and from being angry in 
my heart at Him for doing this thing and making me 
ill. Sir, it was almost immediately after you left that I 
became sick : as I was carrying fire-wood, a pain struck 
in the long bone of my back ; and now I am crooked, 
and cannot stir without help, and my head touches my 
knees ; and I am ashamed to give so much trouble to 
others, and to take medicine, and to eat without working 
to pay for it. Sir, Mr. Yate, my wife is very kind to 
me ; she gives me my medicine, and sits all day by my 
side, and looks at me ; and a tear comes in her eye, and 
she says, “ Alas ! Pahau will soon die ! and she is good 
to my children : and all this is a cause of great gladness 
