LETTERS OP NATIVES 
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to my heart — my wife is so good to me. Do you re- 
member, Mr. Yate, do you remember. Mr. Yate, how 
do you do ? and how are all your friends, and all your 
play-fellows, and all your thinking friends ? My father, 
Mr. Yate, my love for you is great, though you are at 
such a distance from us ; but my love will soon be ended 
in this world; my spirit will for ever love you. Be 
strong in prayer for us all. The end of my love for you 
is, How do you do ? How many moons shall you be 
before you return ? perhaps one year, perhaps two : — 
let it be one. 
From Cosmo Gordon Pahau, at the Waimate, to his 
father, Mr. Yate, in England, 1834. 
Ngapuhi and Unahanga hold me up, while I write 
this book to you ; and George puts the ink in my pen. — 
Mr. Yate, how do you do? 
LETTER XXrX. 
PROM HENARE PIRIPI UNAHANGA, TO THE REV. W. YATE. 
Sir, Mr. Yate, how do you do, my friend ? This is my 
speech to you. Perhaps you will not again see Koihuru ; 
she is very ill ; and all my work, by night and day, is to 
watch her and take care of her: perhaps she will live, 
perhaps die. Mr. Clarke says she will die. I am scarcely 
able to say any thing to you on account of the pain in 
my heart for the sickness of my wife, who will not live. 
But our Father says. This world is not to be the abiding 
place of His people, but that heaven is their rest. Oh ! 
how many things there are which cause wonder to us in 
the Book of God ! Christ says, he that doeth the will of 
my Father, the same is to Him a brother and sister, and 
father and mother. He will not leave me all alone, nor 
