father of the maiden I love.’ He walked to the outer gate, then passed out of sight down the winding track. Then there came to those above the weird and dread fall of a lament. Hearing this sound, significant of death, the chief leant, trembling, on his taiaha. Hine Kuku stole away unseen and stood by a projecting crag a little distance from the pa. Soon, below her, following the pathway to the stream, she saw her lover. She threw down a fragment of rock in front of him, causing him to look up. Then she called, ‘Oh Moana, cease your weeping, for it breaks my heart. Do yourself no injury; live through the long years. Keep my love; my spirit will loiter and will be waiting for you at the gateway of the setting sun.’ Then, her arms outstretched to her lover, she threw herself far out from the cliff, her tender body falling on the dark rocks beside the stream. Sixty years passed. Te Moananui, gaunt and grey, his great limbs shrunken, watched for the last. There was a great content in his face. ‘Keep my love, and my spirit will loiter and be waiting for you at the gateway of the setting sun.’ ‘Hine Kuku, I go to you now, as with outstretched arms you came to me long years ago.’ When night had passed they found Te Moananui and carried him to his last resting place on a mound by the waters of the Punaruku stream (Wairata) near to the sea: while through the early mist of dawn there rose that weird and dread lament significant of death. ‘You are a half-caste Maori?’ ? The Ohinemutu marae area at Rotorua is to be replanned, and the historic St Faiths Church on the marae is to be restored and enlarged. A committee is at present investigating ways and means of replanning the area, while retaining its traditional background and function. They are considering the possibility of making Ohinemutu a centre for state and civic occasions. ? A book of colour reproductions of the paintings of Gottfried Lindauer is to be published. It is being sponsored by Mrs E. L. Clayton, of Auckland, the daughter of Mr H. E. Partridge, who collected the paintings. The profits will be given to the Maori Education Foundation. The Lindauer collection of Maori portraits, which is now housed in Auckland Art Gallery, is famous for the accuracy and detail with which it records the expressions and way of life of the Maori people at the time when they were painted (from 1874 to the early years of this century). Mrs Clayton recalls that in her childhood and early youth, most of the notable rangatira of the day visited her home in Auckland to look at the collection. Among them were Te Heuheu Tukino, the ariki of Tuwharetoa, and Tawhiao, the Maori King. Later, most of the group known as the Young Maori Party—Maui Pomare, Apirana Ngata and Te Rangi Hiroa (Peter Buck)—were frequent visitors. These famous men would sit for hours before the pictures, scrutinising every detail. Not once, Mrs Clayton says, did they detect a flaw. ‘No, your Honour, I'm a half-caste Pakeha!’