Puketapu tribe, who had come from Otumatua, roused me from sleep, singing out at my bed-room window, - "Te Makarini", or "Mr, McLean" several times. I had heard their first call, but did not answer till I had prepared myself. They had most lovely torches lighting in their hands; and the scene was most affecting, in wettish, drisly night, as it was; some carrying their children on their backs. Having previously duly remembered the Sabbath, had then come to seek for advice as to what they were to do. I was then prepared to answer them, and told them, - "Go in peace, and be guided by your Minister; and I will be there along with you." To this they answered, - "Come, come along with us." I could not do