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	;[1]: ... Bishop Pompallier has once again acquired new claims to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe which, already under arms, was preparing to support injustice by violence, a pacification obtained by the sole influence of the character and virtue of our holy bishop. This is one more act to add to those which do so much honour to our holy religion. Four islanders had devastated the house of a Frenchman and, adding assault to plunder, had tied his hands behind his back. All our compatriots residing on the island considered themselves personally insulted and had word sent to the chief that, if the stolen objects were not returned, they would go themselves and take them back by force. The chief understood the justice of their claim and promised that he would make amends. But these good dispositions did not hold out against the harmful advice of certain rather ill-intentioned persons. A second reply informed the French that, far from satisfying their demand, the tribe was driving them from its territory, and that it had weapons with which to oppose their threats. The bishop, foreseeing the extremities to which matters were about to come, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose ships were in the roadstead, a representative of the injured party, and a chief from the Bay of Islands. On approaching the tribe, they saw a multitude armed with axes and guns. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert, by some sign of peace, so imminent a danger. "Fear nothing," he said to them; "it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen." Indeed, as soon as he was near the shore, the natives shouted for joy and prepared to give him a suitable reception. Scarcely had he set foot on land when all these savages, numbering three hundred, pressed around him. They soon acknowledged their fault. The chief of the tribe, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all that not only would the stolen objects be returned, but that a fine piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. "Now," he added, "we seek his friendship." At these words, the joy was complete and universal. The natives threw down their weapons, crying: "Epicopo<ref>Name they give to Bishop Pompallier.</ref> is with us; he makes us all happy."		;[1]: ... Bishop Pompallier has once again acquired new claims to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe which, already under arms, was preparing to support injustice by violence, a pacification obtained by the sole influence of the character and virtue of our holy bishop. This is one more act to add to those which do so much honour to our holy religion. Four islanders had devastated the house of a Frenchman and, adding assault to plunder, had tied his hands behind his back. All our compatriots residing on the island considered themselves personally insulted and had word sent to the chief that, if the stolen objects were not returned, they would go themselves and take them back by force. The chief understood the justice of their claim and promised that he would make amends. But these good dispositions did not hold out against the harmful advice of certain rather ill-intentioned persons. A second reply informed the French that, far from satisfying their demand, the tribe was driving them from its territory, and that it had weapons with which to oppose their threats. The bishop, foreseeing the extremities to which matters were about to come, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose ships were in the roadstead, a representative of the injured party, and a chief from the Bay of Islands. On approaching the tribe, they saw a multitude armed with axes and guns. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert, by some sign of peace, so imminent a danger. "Fear nothing," he said to them; "it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen." Indeed, as soon as he was near the shore, the natives shouted for joy and prepared to give him a suitable reception. Scarcely had he set foot on land when all these savages, numbering three hundred, pressed around him. They soon acknowledged their fault. The chief of the tribe, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all that not only would the stolen objects be returned, but that a fine piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. "Now," he added, "we seek his friendship." At these words, the joy was complete and universal. The natives threw down their weapons, crying: "Epicopo<ref>Name they give to Bishop Pompallier.</ref> is with us; he makes us all happy."

	;[2]: Allow me also to tell you how favourable heaven is showing itself to this good people, and what confidence it is taking pains to inspire in them toward their legitimate pastors. For the six months that the bishop has lived in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander has died, neither young nor old. Meanwhile, in the tribes that obey the Protestant ministers, mortality is considerable. Thus the Zealanders delight in repeating that in the religion of their Epicopo one does not die. The daughter of the king of Karorareka<ref>Read: Kororareka.</ref> having fallen ill, the doctors, after exhausting all the resources of their art, declared that her life was over. Her desolate father said to his people: "Go and fetch Epicopo; ask him to come and heal my daughter." The bishop arrived. The young woman, who had lost consciousness, recovered enough strength and reason to receive spiritual assistance and was immediately healed. I could also cite several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Perhaps soon the bishop will inform you in greater detail of the many wonders with which divine mercy deigns to favor our ministry. The day before yesterday Fathers Epalle and Petit Jean left for Hangoura,<ref>Read: Whangaroa (cf. doc. 53, § 2).</ref> about twenty leagues from the episcopal residence. Tomorrow Father Comte is going among the tribe of Vilinak.<ref>Probably read: Whirinaki.</ref> A deputation of the most distinguished members of this people came a few days ago to wish our bishop a happy New Year, asking him, as their New Year's gift, for a missionary. The prelate told them in vain that he had no priest who yet knew Māori. "What does that matter!" they replied; "we will teach it to him. For long enough you have been making promises to us; if you do not want to keep them, we shall not leave you." The bishop yielded to the ardour of their desires, and now they are at the height of joy.		;[2]: Allow me also to tell you how favourable heaven is showing itself to this good people, and what confidence it is taking pains to inspire in them toward their legitimate pastors. For the six months that the bishop has lived in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander has died, neither young nor old. Meanwhile, in the tribes that obey the Protestant ministers, mortality is considerable. Thus the Zealanders delight in repeating that in the religion of their Epicopo one does not die. The daughter of the king of Karorareka<ref>Read: Kororareka.</ref> having fallen ill, the doctors, after exhausting all the resources of their art, declared that her life was over. Her desolate father said to his people: "Go and fetch Epicopo; ask him to come and heal my daughter." The bishop arrived. The young woman, who had lost consciousness, recovered enough strength and reason to receive spiritual assistance and was immediately healed. I could also cite several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Perhaps soon the bishop will inform you in greater detail of the many wonders with which divine mercy deigns to favor our ministry. The day before yesterday Fathers Epalle and Petit Jean left for Hangoura,<ref>Read: Whangaroa (cf. [[Girard0053\|doc. 53]], § 2).</ref> about twenty leagues from the episcopal residence. Tomorrow Father Comte is going among the tribe of Vilinak.<ref>Probably read: Whirinaki.</ref> A deputation of the most distinguished members of this people came a few days ago to wish our bishop a happy New Year, asking him, as their New Year's gift, for a missionary. The prelate told them in vain that he had no priest who yet knew Māori. "What does that matter!" they replied; "we will teach it to him. For long enough you have been making promises to us; if you do not want to keep them, we shall not leave you." The bishop yielded to the ardour of their desires, and now they are at the height of joy.

	;[3]: While my confreres go to evangelize the savage tribes, I am edified by the sight of the virtues of our first pastor. What admirable gentleness he preserves in the midst of a people who trouble him at every hour. These islanders are true children, whose indiscretion is matched only by the patience of the holy prelate. When they are with His Lordship, they no longer know how to part from him. "Epicopo, I am hungry," they say without further ceremony as they sit down at table; and Epicopo gives them to eat what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and without his zeal ever knowing fatigue.		;[3]: While my confreres go to evangelize the savage tribes, I am edified by the sight of the virtues of our first pastor. What admirable gentleness he preserves in the midst of a people who trouble him at every hour. These islanders are true children, whose indiscretion is matched only by the patience of the holy prelate. When they are with His Lordship, they no longer know how to part from him. "Epicopo, I am hungry," they say without further ceremony as they sit down at table; and Epicopo gives them to eat what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and without his zeal ever knowing fatigue.

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	;[1]: ... Bishop Pompallier has once again acquired new claims to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe which, already under arms, was preparing to support injustice by violence, a pacification obtained by the sole influence of the character and virtue of our holy bishop. This is one more act to add to those which do so much ~~honor~~ to our holy religion. Four islanders had devastated the house of a Frenchman and, adding assault to plunder, had tied his hands behind his back. All our compatriots residing on the island considered themselves personally insulted and had word sent to the chief that, if the stolen objects were not returned, they would go themselves and take them back by force. The chief understood the justice of their claim and promised that he would make amends. But these good dispositions did not hold out against the harmful advice of certain rather ill-intentioned persons. A second reply informed the French that, far from satisfying their demand, the tribe was driving them from its territory, and that it had weapons with which to oppose their threats. The bishop, foreseeing the extremities to which matters were about to come, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose ships were in the roadstead, a representative of the injured party, and a chief from the Bay of Islands. On approaching the tribe, they saw a multitude armed with axes and guns. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert, by some sign of peace, so imminent a danger. "Fear nothing," he said to them; "it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen." Indeed, as soon as he was near the shore, the natives shouted for joy and prepared to give him a suitable reception. Scarcely had he set foot on land when all these savages, numbering three hundred, pressed around him. They soon acknowledged their fault. The chief of the tribe, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all that not only would the stolen objects be returned, but that a fine piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. "Now," he added, "we seek his friendship." At these words, the joy was complete and universal. The natives threw down their weapons, crying: "Epicopo<ref>Name they give to Bishop Pompallier.</ref> is with us; he makes us all happy."		;[1]: ... Bishop Pompallier has once again acquired new claims to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe which, already under arms, was preparing to support injustice by violence, a pacification obtained by the sole influence of the character and virtue of our holy bishop. This is one more act to add to those which do so much honour to our holy religion. Four islanders had devastated the house of a Frenchman and, adding assault to plunder, had tied his hands behind his back. All our compatriots residing on the island considered themselves personally insulted and had word sent to the chief that, if the stolen objects were not returned, they would go themselves and take them back by force. The chief understood the justice of their claim and promised that he would make amends. But these good dispositions did not hold out against the harmful advice of certain rather ill-intentioned persons. A second reply informed the French that, far from satisfying their demand, the tribe was driving them from its territory, and that it had weapons with which to oppose their threats. The bishop, foreseeing the extremities to which matters were about to come, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose ships were in the roadstead, a representative of the injured party, and a chief from the Bay of Islands. On approaching the tribe, they saw a multitude armed with axes and guns. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert, by some sign of peace, so imminent a danger. "Fear nothing," he said to them; "it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen." Indeed, as soon as he was near the shore, the natives shouted for joy and prepared to give him a suitable reception. Scarcely had he set foot on land when all these savages, numbering three hundred, pressed around him. They soon acknowledged their fault. The chief of the tribe, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all that not only would the stolen objects be returned, but that a fine piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. "Now," he added, "we seek his friendship." At these words, the joy was complete and universal. The natives threw down their weapons, crying: "Epicopo<ref>Name they give to Bishop Pompallier.</ref> is with us; he makes us all happy."

	;[2]: Allow me also to tell you how favourable heaven is showing itself to this good people, and what confidence it is taking pains to inspire in them toward their legitimate pastors. For the six months that the bishop has lived in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander has died, neither young nor old. Meanwhile, in the tribes that obey the Protestant ministers, mortality is considerable. Thus the Zealanders delight in repeating that in the religion of their Epicopo one does not die. The daughter of the king of Karorareka<ref>Read: Kororareka.</ref> having fallen ill, the doctors, after exhausting all the resources of their art, declared that her life was over. Her desolate father said to his people: "Go and fetch Epicopo; ask him to come and heal my daughter." The bishop arrived. The young woman, who had lost consciousness, recovered enough strength and reason to receive spiritual assistance and was immediately healed. I could also cite several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Perhaps soon the bishop will inform you in greater detail of the many wonders with which divine mercy deigns to favor our ministry. The day before yesterday Fathers Epalle and Petit Jean left for Hangoura,<ref>Read: Whangaroa (cf. doc. 53, § 2).</ref> about twenty leagues from the episcopal residence. Tomorrow Father Comte is going among the tribe of Vilinak.<ref>Probably read: Whirinaki.</ref> A deputation of the most distinguished members of this people came a few days ago to wish our bishop a happy New Year, asking him, as their New Year's gift, for a missionary. The prelate told them in vain that he had no priest who yet knew Māori. "What does that matter!" they replied; "we will teach it to him. For long enough you have been making promises to us; if you do not want to keep them, we shall not leave you." The bishop yielded to the ardour of their desires, and now they are at the height of joy.		;[2]: Allow me also to tell you how favourable heaven is showing itself to this good people, and what confidence it is taking pains to inspire in them toward their legitimate pastors. For the six months that the bishop has lived in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander has died, neither young nor old. Meanwhile, in the tribes that obey the Protestant ministers, mortality is considerable. Thus the Zealanders delight in repeating that in the religion of their Epicopo one does not die. The daughter of the king of Karorareka<ref>Read: Kororareka.</ref> having fallen ill, the doctors, after exhausting all the resources of their art, declared that her life was over. Her desolate father said to his people: "Go and fetch Epicopo; ask him to come and heal my daughter." The bishop arrived. The young woman, who had lost consciousness, recovered enough strength and reason to receive spiritual assistance and was immediately healed. I could also cite several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Perhaps soon the bishop will inform you in greater detail of the many wonders with which divine mercy deigns to favor our ministry. The day before yesterday Fathers Epalle and Petit Jean left for Hangoura,<ref>Read: Whangaroa (cf. doc. 53, § 2).</ref> about twenty leagues from the episcopal residence. Tomorrow Father Comte is going among the tribe of Vilinak.<ref>Probably read: Whirinaki.</ref> A deputation of the most distinguished members of this people came a few days ago to wish our bishop a happy New Year, asking him, as their New Year's gift, for a missionary. The prelate told them in vain that he had no priest who yet knew Māori. "What does that matter!" they replied; "we will teach it to him. For long enough you have been making promises to us; if you do not want to keep them, we shall not leave you." The bishop yielded to the ardour of their desires, and now they are at the height of joy.

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	~~:Bay of Islands, 6 January 1840~~

	;[1]: Bishop Pompallier has just once more secured rights to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe who, having already taken up arms, were preparing to impose injustice through violence, pacification obtained solely by the influence of our holy Bishop's character and virtue. There you have one more feature to add to those which bring so much honour to our holy religion. Four islanders had pillaged a Frenchman's house and, adding assault to robbery, had tied his hands behind his back. All our fellow-countrymen living on the island saw themselves as personally outraged and let the chief know that, if the stolen things were not returned, they would themselves go and take them back by force. This last-mentioned man saw the justice of their complaint, and promised that things would be put right. But these good dispositions failed to stand against the wicked counsel of some ill-disposed people. A second reply informed the French that far from satisfying their demands, the tribe would drive them out of its territory, and that it had arms to oppose their threats. The Bishop, foreseeing to what extremes the situation could develop, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose vessels were in the harbour, a representative of the injured party and a chief from the Bay of Islands. As they came near the tribe, they saw a crowd armed with axes and muskets. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert so imminent a danger by some sign of peace. Have no fear, he said to them, it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen. And indeed, as soon as he neared the shore the natives uttered joyful cries and got ready to give him a fitting welcome. Hardly had he stepped on shore when all these savages, three hundred in number, crowded round him. They soon realised the wrong they had done. The tribe's chief, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all of them that not only would the stolen items be given back, but an attractive piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. Now, he added, we seek his friendship. At the uttering of these words, joy was complete and universal. The natives dropped their weapons, shouting: "Epicopo<ref> Epicopo – a name given Bishop Pompallier by the Maori, transliteration of the Latin 'Epicopus' = Bishop.</ref> is among us; he makes us all happy."

	;[2]: Permit me to tell you again how much God shows his favour to this good people, and what confidence he gives them in his legitimate pastors. During the six months that the Bishop has been living in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander, either young or old, has died. While in the tribes which follow the Protestant ministers, mortality has been considerable. So the New Zealanders like to repeat that in their Bishop's religion, people do not die. The King of Kororareka's<ref> Kororareka</ref> daughter having fallen ill, the doctors, having exhausted all the resources of their art, declared that her life was at an end. Her grieving father told his people: "Go and get Epicopo: ask him to come and cure my daughter." The Bishop came. The young person who had lost consciousness regained enough strength and awareness to receive spiritual help and was immediately cured. I could also mention several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Soon, perhaps, the Bishop will tell you in more detail about the numerous prodigies with which the Divine Mercy deigns to favour our ministry. On the day before yesterday, Fathers Epalle and Petitjean left for Whangaroa, about thirty leagues [100 km] from the Bishop's house. Tomorrow Father Comte is going into the district of the Whirinaki tribe. A deputation of the most prominent members of this group came a few days ago, to wish our Bishop a happy new year and asking him for a missionary as a New Year's gift. In vain the prelate told them that he didn't yet have a priest who knew Maori. That doesn't matter, they answered, we will teach it to him! You have been making promises to us for quite a long time; if you do not want to keep them, we will not abandon you. The Bishop gave in to the urgency of their wishes, and now, there they are overflowing with joy.

	;[3]: While my confreres are setting out to evangelise the savage tribes, I am being edified by the sight of our chief shepherd's virtues. What wonderful gentleness he maintains in the midst of a people who make demands on him at any hour. These islanders are real children, whose inquisitiveness is equalled only by the holy prelate's patience. When they are in His Lordship's presence, they cannot separate themselves from him. Epicopo, I am hungry, they say, without further ado sitting at the table, and Epicopo feeds them with what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and his zeal ever tiring.


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	;[1]: ... Bishop Pompallier has once again acquired new claims to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe which, already under arms, was preparing to support injustice by violence, a pacification obtained by the sole influence of the character and virtue of our holy bishop. This is one more act to add to those which do so much honor to our holy religion. Four islanders had devastated the house of a Frenchman and, adding assault to plunder, had tied his hands behind his back. All our compatriots residing on the island considered themselves personally insulted and had word sent to the chief that, if the stolen objects were not returned, they would go themselves and take them back by force. The chief understood the justice of their claim and promised that he would make amends. But these good dispositions did not hold out against the harmful advice of certain rather ill-intentioned persons. A second reply informed the French that, far from satisfying their demand, the tribe was driving them from its territory, and that it had weapons with which to oppose their threats. The bishop, foreseeing the extremities to which matters were about to come, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose ships were in the roadstead, a representative of the injured party, and a chief from the Bay of Islands. On approaching the tribe, they saw a multitude armed with axes and guns. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert, by some sign of peace, so imminent a danger. "Fear nothing," he said to them; "it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen." Indeed, as soon as he was near the shore, the natives shouted for joy and prepared to give him a suitable reception. Scarcely had he set foot on land when all these savages, numbering three hundred, pressed around him. They soon acknowledged their fault. The chief of the tribe, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all that not only would the stolen objects be returned, but that a fine piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. "Now," he added, "we seek his friendship." At these words, the joy was complete and universal. The natives threw down their weapons, crying: "Epicopo<ref>Name they give to Bishop Pompallier.</ref> is with us; he makes us all happy."		;[1]: ... Bishop Pompallier has once again acquired new claims to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe which, already under arms, was preparing to support injustice by violence, a pacification obtained by the sole influence of the character and virtue of our holy bishop. This is one more act to add to those which do so much honor to our holy religion. Four islanders had devastated the house of a Frenchman and, adding assault to plunder, had tied his hands behind his back. All our compatriots residing on the island considered themselves personally insulted and had word sent to the chief that, if the stolen objects were not returned, they would go themselves and take them back by force. The chief understood the justice of their claim and promised that he would make amends. But these good dispositions did not hold out against the harmful advice of certain rather ill-intentioned persons. A second reply informed the French that, far from satisfying their demand, the tribe was driving them from its territory, and that it had weapons with which to oppose their threats. The bishop, foreseeing the extremities to which matters were about to come, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose ships were in the roadstead, a representative of the injured party, and a chief from the Bay of Islands. On approaching the tribe, they saw a multitude armed with axes and guns. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert, by some sign of peace, so imminent a danger. "Fear nothing," he said to them; "it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen." Indeed, as soon as he was near the shore, the natives shouted for joy and prepared to give him a suitable reception. Scarcely had he set foot on land when all these savages, numbering three hundred, pressed around him. They soon acknowledged their fault. The chief of the tribe, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all that not only would the stolen objects be returned, but that a fine piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. "Now," he added, "we seek his friendship." At these words, the joy was complete and universal. The natives threw down their weapons, crying: "Epicopo<ref>Name they give to Bishop Pompallier.</ref> is with us; he makes us all happy."

	;[2]: Allow me also to tell you how ~~favorable~~ heaven is showing itself to this good people, and what confidence it is taking pains to inspire in them toward their legitimate pastors. For the six months that the bishop has lived in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander has died, neither young nor old. Meanwhile, in the tribes that obey the Protestant ministers, mortality is considerable. Thus the Zealanders delight in repeating that in the religion of their Epicopo one does not die. The daughter of the king of Karorareka<ref>Read: Kororareka.</ref> having fallen ill, the doctors, after exhausting all the resources of their art, declared that her life was over. Her desolate father said to his people: "Go and fetch Epicopo; ask him to come and heal my daughter." The bishop arrived. The young woman, who had lost consciousness, recovered enough strength and reason to receive spiritual assistance and was immediately healed. I could also cite several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Perhaps soon the bishop will inform you in greater detail of the many wonders with which divine mercy deigns to favor our ministry. The day before yesterday Fathers Epalle and Petit Jean left for Hangoura,<ref>Read: Whangaroa (cf. doc. 53, § 2).</ref> about twenty leagues from the episcopal residence. Tomorrow Father Comte is going among the tribe of Vilinak.<ref>Probably read: Whirinaki.</ref> A deputation of the most distinguished members of this people came a few days ago to wish our bishop a happy New Year, asking him, as their New Year's gift, for a missionary. The prelate told them in vain that he had no priest who yet knew ~~Maori~~. "What does that matter!" they replied; "we will teach it to him. For long enough you have been making promises to us; if you do not want to keep them, we shall not leave you." The bishop yielded to the ~~ardor~~ of their desires, and now they are at the height of joy.		;[2]: Allow me also to tell you how favourable heaven is showing itself to this good people, and what confidence it is taking pains to inspire in them toward their legitimate pastors. For the six months that the bishop has lived in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander has died, neither young nor old. Meanwhile, in the tribes that obey the Protestant ministers, mortality is considerable. Thus the Zealanders delight in repeating that in the religion of their Epicopo one does not die. The daughter of the king of Karorareka<ref>Read: Kororareka.</ref> having fallen ill, the doctors, after exhausting all the resources of their art, declared that her life was over. Her desolate father said to his people: "Go and fetch Epicopo; ask him to come and heal my daughter." The bishop arrived. The young woman, who had lost consciousness, recovered enough strength and reason to receive spiritual assistance and was immediately healed. I could also cite several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Perhaps soon the bishop will inform you in greater detail of the many wonders with which divine mercy deigns to favor our ministry. The day before yesterday Fathers Epalle and Petit Jean left for Hangoura,<ref>Read: Whangaroa (cf. doc. 53, § 2).</ref> about twenty leagues from the episcopal residence. Tomorrow Father Comte is going among the tribe of Vilinak.<ref>Probably read: Whirinaki.</ref> A deputation of the most distinguished members of this people came a few days ago to wish our bishop a happy New Year, asking him, as their New Year's gift, for a missionary. The prelate told them in vain that he had no priest who yet knew Māori. "What does that matter!" they replied; "we will teach it to him. For long enough you have been making promises to us; if you do not want to keep them, we shall not leave you." The bishop yielded to the ardour of their desires, and now they are at the height of joy.

	;[3]: While my confreres go to evangelize the savage tribes, I am edified by the sight of the virtues of our first pastor. What admirable gentleness he preserves in the midst of a people who trouble him at every hour. These islanders are true children, whose indiscretion is matched only by the patience of the holy prelate. When they are with His Lordship, they no longer know how to part from him. "Epicopo, I am hungry," they say without further ceremony as they sit down at table; and Epicopo gives them to eat what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and without his zeal ever knowing fatigue.		;[3]: While my confreres go to evangelize the savage tribes, I am edified by the sight of the virtues of our first pastor. What admirable gentleness he preserves in the midst of a people who trouble him at every hour. These islanders are true children, whose indiscretion is matched only by the patience of the holy prelate. When they are with His Lordship, they no longer know how to part from him. "Epicopo, I am hungry," they say without further ceremony as they sit down at table; and Epicopo gives them to eat what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and without his zeal ever knowing fatigue.

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	;[3]: While my confreres are setting out to evangelise the savage tribes, I am being edified by the sight of our chief shepherd's virtues. What wonderful gentleness he maintains in the midst of a people who make demands on him at any hour. These islanders are real children, whose inquisitiveness is equalled only by the holy prelate's patience. When they are in His Lordship's presence, they cannot separate themselves from him. Epicopo, I am hungry, they say, without further ado sitting at the table, and Epicopo feeds them with what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and his zeal ever tiring.		;[3]: While my confreres are setting out to evangelise the savage tribes, I am being edified by the sight of our chief shepherd's virtues. What wonderful gentleness he maintains in the midst of a people who make demands on him at any hour. These islanders are real children, whose inquisitiveness is equalled only by the holy prelate's patience. When they are in His Lordship's presence, they cannot separate themselves from him. Epicopo, I am hungry, they say, without further ado sitting at the table, and Epicopo feeds them with what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and his zeal ever tiring.


			Bay of Islands, 6 January 1840

			;[1]: ... Bishop Pompallier has once again acquired new claims to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe which, already under arms, was preparing to support injustice by violence, a pacification obtained by the sole influence of the character and virtue of our holy bishop. This is one more act to add to those which do so much honor to our holy religion. Four islanders had devastated the house of a Frenchman and, adding assault to plunder, had tied his hands behind his back. All our compatriots residing on the island considered themselves personally insulted and had word sent to the chief that, if the stolen objects were not returned, they would go themselves and take them back by force. The chief understood the justice of their claim and promised that he would make amends. But these good dispositions did not hold out against the harmful advice of certain rather ill-intentioned persons. A second reply informed the French that, far from satisfying their demand, the tribe was driving them from its territory, and that it had weapons with which to oppose their threats. The bishop, foreseeing the extremities to which matters were about to come, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose ships were in the roadstead, a representative of the injured party, and a chief from the Bay of Islands. On approaching the tribe, they saw a multitude armed with axes and guns. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert, by some sign of peace, so imminent a danger. "Fear nothing," he said to them; "it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen." Indeed, as soon as he was near the shore, the natives shouted for joy and prepared to give him a suitable reception. Scarcely had he set foot on land when all these savages, numbering three hundred, pressed around him. They soon acknowledged their fault. The chief of the tribe, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all that not only would the stolen objects be returned, but that a fine piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. "Now," he added, "we seek his friendship." At these words, the joy was complete and universal. The natives threw down their weapons, crying: "Epicopo<ref>Name they give to Bishop Pompallier.</ref> is with us; he makes us all happy."

			;[2]: Allow me also to tell you how favorable heaven is showing itself to this good people, and what confidence it is taking pains to inspire in them toward their legitimate pastors. For the six months that the bishop has lived in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander has died, neither young nor old. Meanwhile, in the tribes that obey the Protestant ministers, mortality is considerable. Thus the Zealanders delight in repeating that in the religion of their Epicopo one does not die. The daughter of the king of Karorareka<ref>Read: Kororareka.</ref> having fallen ill, the doctors, after exhausting all the resources of their art, declared that her life was over. Her desolate father said to his people: "Go and fetch Epicopo; ask him to come and heal my daughter." The bishop arrived. The young woman, who had lost consciousness, recovered enough strength and reason to receive spiritual assistance and was immediately healed. I could also cite several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Perhaps soon the bishop will inform you in greater detail of the many wonders with which divine mercy deigns to favor our ministry. The day before yesterday Fathers Epalle and Petit Jean left for Hangoura,<ref>Read: Whangaroa (cf. doc. 53, § 2).</ref> about twenty leagues from the episcopal residence. Tomorrow Father Comte is going among the tribe of Vilinak.<ref>Probably read: Whirinaki.</ref> A deputation of the most distinguished members of this people came a few days ago to wish our bishop a happy New Year, asking him, as their New Year's gift, for a missionary. The prelate told them in vain that he had no priest who yet knew Maori. "What does that matter!" they replied; "we will teach it to him. For long enough you have been making promises to us; if you do not want to keep them, we shall not leave you." The bishop yielded to the ardor of their desires, and now they are at the height of joy.

			;[3]: While my confreres go to evangelize the savage tribes, I am edified by the sight of the virtues of our first pastor. What admirable gentleness he preserves in the midst of a people who trouble him at every hour. These islanders are true children, whose indiscretion is matched only by the patience of the holy prelate. When they are with His Lordship, they no longer know how to part from him. "Epicopo, I am hungry," they say without further ceremony as they sit down at table; and Epicopo gives them to eat what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and without his zeal ever knowing fatigue.

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	;[1]: � Bishop Pompallier has just once more secured rights to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe who, having already taken up arms, were preparing to impose injustice through violence, pacification obtained solely by the influence of our holy ~~Bishop�s~~ character and virtue. There you have one more feature to add to those which bring so much honour to our holy religion. Four islanders had pillaged a ~~Frenchman�s~~ house and, adding assault to robbery, had tied his hands behind his back. All our fellow-countrymen living on the island saw themselves as personally outraged and let the chief know that, if the stolen things were not returned, they would themselves go and take them back by force. This last-mentioned man saw the justice of their complaint, and promised that things would be put right. But these good dispositions failed to stand against the wicked counsel of some ill-disposed people. A second reply informed the French that far from satisfying their demands, the tribe would drive them out of its territory, and that it had arms to oppose their threats. The Bishop, foreseeing to what extremes the situation could develop, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose vessels were in the harbour, a representative of the injured party and a chief from the Bay of Islands. As they came near the tribe, they saw a crowd armed with axes and muskets. Bishop ~~Pompallier�s~~ companions advised him to avert so imminent a danger by some sign of peace. Have no fear, he said to them, it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen. And indeed, as soon as he neared the shore the natives uttered joyful cries and got ready to give him a fitting welcome. Hardly had he stepped on shore when all these savages, three hundred in number, crowded round him. They soon realised the wrong they had done. The ~~tribes�~~ chief, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all of them that not only would the stolen items be given back, but an attractive piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. Now, he added, we seek his friendship. At the uttering of these words, joy was complete and universal. The natives dropped their weapons, shouting: ~~�Epicopo[[#_ftn1\|[1]]]~~ is among us; he makes us all happy.�		;[1]: Bishop Pompallier has just once more secured rights to the esteem and affection of the New Zealanders. The complete pacification of a tribe who, having already taken up arms, were preparing to impose injustice through violence, pacification obtained solely by the influence of our holy Bishop's character and virtue. There you have one more feature to add to those which bring so much honour to our holy religion. Four islanders had pillaged a Frenchman's house and, adding assault to robbery, had tied his hands behind his back. All our fellow-countrymen living on the island saw themselves as personally outraged and let the chief know that, if the stolen things were not returned, they would themselves go and take them back by force. This last-mentioned man saw the justice of their complaint, and promised that things would be put right. But these good dispositions failed to stand against the wicked counsel of some ill-disposed people. A second reply informed the French that far from satisfying their demands, the tribe would drive them out of its territory, and that it had arms to oppose their threats. The Bishop, foreseeing to what extremes the situation could develop, resolved to prevent this misfortune. He embarked with two captains whose vessels were in the harbour, a representative of the injured party and a chief from the Bay of Islands. As they came near the tribe, they saw a crowd armed with axes and muskets. Bishop Pompallier's companions advised him to avert so imminent a danger by some sign of peace. Have no fear, he said to them, it will be enough for me to show myself and to let my pastoral cross be seen. And indeed, as soon as he neared the shore the natives uttered joyful cries and got ready to give him a fitting welcome. Hardly had he stepped on shore when all these savages, three hundred in number, crowded round him. They soon realised the wrong they had done. The tribe's chief, after a moment of silence and reflection, declared in the name of all of them that not only would the stolen items be given back, but an attractive piece of land would also be offered to the foreigner as reparation for the insult he had received. Now, he added, we seek his friendship. At the uttering of these words, joy was complete and universal. The natives dropped their weapons, shouting: "Epicopo<ref> Epicopo – a name given Bishop Pompallier by the Maori, transliteration of the Latin 'Epicopus' = Bishop.</ref> is among us; he makes us all happy."

	;[2]: Permit me to tell you again how much God shows his favour to this good people, and what confidence he gives them in his legitimate pastors. During the six months that the Bishop has been living in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander, either young or old, has died. While in the tribes which follow the Protestant ministers, mortality has been considerable. So the New Zealanders like to repeat that in their ~~Bishop�s~~ religion, people do not die. The King of ~~Kororareka�s[[#_ftn2\|[2]]]~~ daughter having fallen ill, the doctors, having exhausted all the resources of their art, declared that her life was at an end. Her grieving father told his people: ~~�Go~~ and get Epicopo: ask him to come and cure my daughter.� The Bishop came. The young person who had lost consciousness regained enough strength and awareness to receive spiritual help and was immediately cured. I could also mention several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Soon, perhaps, the Bishop will tell you in more detail about the numerous prodigies with which the Divine Mercy deigns to favour our ministry. On the day before yesterday, Fathers Epalle and Petitjean left for ~~Hangoura~~,~~[[#_ftn3\|[3]]]~~ about thirty leagues [100 km ~~- translator's note~~] from the ~~Bishop�s~~ house. Tomorrow Father Comte is going into the district of the ~~Vilinak[[#_ftn4\|[4]]]~~ tribe. A deputation of the most prominent members of this group came a few days ago, to wish our Bishop a happy new year and asking him for a missionary as a New ~~Year�s~~ gift. In vain the prelate told them that he didn't yet have a priest who knew Maori. That ~~doesn�t~~ matter, they answered, we will teach it to him! You have been making promises to us for quite a long time; if you do not want to keep them, we will not abandon you. The Bishop gave in to the urgency of their wishes, and now, there they are overflowing with joy.		;[2]: Permit me to tell you again how much God shows his favour to this good people, and what confidence he gives them in his legitimate pastors. During the six months that the Bishop has been living in the Bay of Islands, not a single islander, either young or old, has died. While in the tribes which follow the Protestant ministers, mortality has been considerable. So the New Zealanders like to repeat that in their Bishop's religion, people do not die. The King of Kororareka's<ref> Kororareka</ref> daughter having fallen ill, the doctors, having exhausted all the resources of their art, declared that her life was at an end. Her grieving father told his people: "Go and get Epicopo: ask him to come and cure my daughter." The Bishop came. The young person who had lost consciousness regained enough strength and awareness to receive spiritual help and was immediately cured. I could also mention several children who recovered their health on receiving baptism. Soon, perhaps, the Bishop will tell you in more detail about the numerous prodigies with which the Divine Mercy deigns to favour our ministry. On the day before yesterday, Fathers Epalle and Petitjean left for Whangaroa, about thirty leagues [100 km] from the Bishop's house. Tomorrow Father Comte is going into the district of the Whirinaki tribe. A deputation of the most prominent members of this group came a few days ago, to wish our Bishop a happy new year and asking him for a missionary as a New Year's gift. In vain the prelate told them that he didn't yet have a priest who knew Maori. That doesn't matter, they answered, we will teach it to him! You have been making promises to us for quite a long time; if you do not want to keep them, we will not abandon you. The Bishop gave in to the urgency of their wishes, and now, there they are overflowing with joy.

	;[3]: While my ~~confr�res~~ are setting out to evangelise the savage tribes, I am being edified by the sight of our chief ~~shepherd�s~~ virtues. What wonderful gentleness he maintains in the midst of a people who make demands on him at any hour. These islanders are real children, whose inquisitiveness is equalled only by the holy ~~prelate�s~~ patience. When they are in His ~~Lordship�s~~ presence, they cannot separate themselves from him. Epicopo, I am hungry, they say, without further ado sitting at the table, and Epicopo feeds them with what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and his zeal ever tiring.		;[3]: While my confreres are setting out to evangelise the savage tribes, I am being edified by the sight of our chief shepherd's virtues. What wonderful gentleness he maintains in the midst of a people who make demands on him at any hour. These islanders are real children, whose inquisitiveness is equalled only by the holy prelate's patience. When they are in His Lordship's presence, they cannot separate themselves from him. Epicopo, I am hungry, they say, without further ado sitting at the table, and Epicopo feeds them with what he has, without his condescension being exhausted and his zeal ever tiring.




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