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together, and going to the White People to read the Bible, 
and to hear from them the straight things contained in it. 
There we hear of the Sacrament, that good ordinance, 
that powerful remembrancer of Christ, and of the death 
of Christ There we hear and feel the good which those 
believing people obtain, who rightly eat of the body, and 
who rightly drink of the blood of Christ. Listen to this 
my speech to you. How do you do, Mr. Yate? This 
book is words about nothing ; it is my lips which speak 
to you : perhaps it is not my heart ; perhaps it is my lips 
only. This is all my speech to you ; mine, 
William Marshall Hau, at the Waimate.^ 
In no situation is the happiness of the believer, 
and the misery of the infidel, more strikingly 
portrayed than on the bed of sickness and death. 
At that moment, all earthly things are fading 
from the sight, and a long unknown eternity pre- 
sents itself through the dark portal of the grave. 
Thousands, who all tlieir life have derided Chris- 
tianity, and persecuted its professors, would most 
gladly lay hold of its consolations, when they feel 
the powers of nature sinking, and death folding 
them in his cold embrace. I have witnessed the 
agonizing roll of the eye of the infidel, as he has 
thought upon an hereafter ; — and the expression 
of his countenance has been such, as would lead 
you to imagine he was saying to his conscience, 
‘‘ Begone ! Art thou come to torment me before 
* Several of my brethren in New Zealand have received 
letters of a character similar to the foregoing. 
