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be healed of the worst malady that ever affected 
human beings — the malady of sin. The Sacra- 
mental Service was very solemn: it was the first 
time I had ever administered it to natives, or in 
the New-Zealand language ; and the circum- 
stances altogether were of such a nature, as to 
lead to painful, though joyful feelings ; — one of 
our httle number tasting of the cup just before 
she was about to drink it new with her Redeemer 
in the kingdom of heaven, A short time, and 
her earthly course was to terminate — her taber- 
nacle of clay to mingle with its kindred dust. She 
now became fully aware that she could not re- 
cover ; and from the moment that a conviction 
of the truth of her state flashed upon her mind, 
her aSection for all around seemed much to in- 
crease. She loved to have her infants sleeping 
on the same bed, or by her side ; she longed for 
the company of her husband; she rejoiced in the 
frequent visits paid her by Mr. and Mrs. Kemp 
and myself; and nothing appeared to give her 
so much delight, as to hear of the love and mercy 
of her Heavenly F ather. 
Never was the Gospel more triumphant, nor 
its power more manifest, than in the case of poor 
Ann. ‘‘ Jesus Christ is mine, Mr. Yate,**' she said, 
“ and I am Jesus Christ’s. I know him now; I 
know him now : he is come here” — fixing her hand 
upon her heart — ‘‘ and he will not go away again 
any more.” I asked her if she wished to return 
to the world, and be restored to health : “ What!” 
