300 OBITUARY OF ANN WAIAPU, 
I one day explained to her the nature of the 
Sacrament of the Lord’s Supper, for which she 
had some time been a candidate. She listened 
very attentively, till near the conclusion; and then 
said : “ Yes, Jesus did indeed die upon the cross 
for me I and but for Him, I should now die a 
native death, and go to a place of darkness and 
punishment.” — “ Mr. Yate, do you tell me. Shall I 
be carried up to the House of Prayer on the next 
sacred day? and will you let me and James eat of 
the bread and drink of the cup, concerning which 
the Saviour said, ‘ Do this in remembrance of 
me?* ” She then added, “ What are we to re- 
member?” I replied, “That Christ loved us, 
and died for our sins.” “ Ah ! I shall never forget 
that,” was her cpiick reply. “ But,” I said, “ Jesus 
sometimes, at his Supper, reveals Himself more 
clearly to his children ; they see more of his love ; 
he is set forth crucified among them ; and when 
they see this, they love him more, and try to 
serve him better.” Then, James,” was Ann’s 
expression, “ get a litter ready, that I may be 
carried up to the House of God on Sunday; for 
I desire to try his love.” The Sabbath arrived, 
and it was the last she ever spent in an earthly 
sanctuary. She was brought up carefully, during 
the middle of the service ; and, as she was laid 
down near the table upon which were spread 
the sacred elements, I could not help giving vent 
to my tears, as I imagined she was brought by 
her husband, and laid at the feet of her Saviour, to 
