0 {)() ORITCAllY OF ANN \VAIAPl% 
believe. What you say is too good for us, and 
\ve native men had better live as we are : your 
prayers require too mucli — more than we can do, 
if we tried.*" — “ Yes, yes, yes!**' was the universal 
cry of his companions ; “ tlie truth is witli Rapu ; 
we cannot do it : we can talk about God, but we 
have no heart to try to do what is written. We 
will sit as we are. Rapu ! do not listen : turn 
away : cover your ears, do not listen ! ” And the 
poor man obeyed the voice of tlie scorners, and 
turned away from tlie grace offered to him. — 
A week after tliis, he was a corjjse ; and the sound 
of the PihU or funeral ode, with which his remains 
were accompanied to the tomb, ringing in my 
ears, told me, that, whatever was become of the 
dead, the living were still devoted to their vain 
and superstitious customs. 
Ann Waiapu, the last whom I shall mention, 
was for many years an inmate of the family 
of Mr. Kemp, at the Mission Station at Keri- 
keri. She was not what is generally termed 
a slave ; but was treacherously detained, when 
in company with her parents and other friends, 
on a teretere, or visit, to the Bay-of-Islanders. 
At her own request, when quite a little girl, she 
was taken into the family of Mr. Kemp ; and 
was for many years a diligent, faithful, and 
affectionate servant; remarkably neat in her 
person, and industrious in her habits. Notwith- 
standing: all the Christian instruction which she 
received in the school and in the family, she 
