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LETTERS FROM NATIVES. 
LETTER XXX. 
WILLIAM MARSHALL HAU, TO THE REV. W. YATE. 
Sir, how do you do ? this is my speech to you. The 
sacred day was the day in wliich this book was written. 
One Sabbath ago, all the baptized natives at the Waimate 
assembled at the Waimate to eat the Supper of the Lord. 
This is also my saying to you : we are all alive and well 
here ; Samuel, and my children, and my wife, and my 
friends, my brothers, and my fathers, and my elder 
brothers, all, all, all are well. God’s grace makes us all 
altogether pray for you, whilst you are absent from us. 
Do you also pray to God for us. How great is the love 
we bear for you ; we pray every day to our God for you. 
When, when shall you come back again ? will you not 
return ver)’ shortly to us? and will you not write a book 
to us, that we may hear all about you, and all about your 
residence in England? Here are we, all sitting quietly ; 
we are not troublesome ; and all in the fortification are 
sitting in peace. The time is arrived when a native’s 
heart can be a long time glad. Here is a peck of wheat 
springing up in my ground. My father, Mr. Davis, gave 
me the wheat, and my father, Mr. Clarke. Our earth is 
now bringing forth new things, and new things are 
growing in our hearts. Some of the great Chiefs are 
beginning to believe. Moka has laid hold of the words 
of God, and so has Warerahi also: by and bye, a House 
of Prayer will be built at Kororareka, Mr. Busby says 
so. George Warn will presently come to this native 
residence, and will sit with me ; and Edward Hongi is 
going to Wangaroa to live, and to saw trees. Richard, 
and Abraham, and Temorenga, and Cosmo, are all ill; 
and it will not be long before they^are called to go 
to God. We are very desirous of gathering ourselves 
