“Aug. 20.—­I visited Mr. Chiever who was now grown much weaker, and his speech very low.  He call’d Daughter!  When his daughter Russel came, He ask’d if the family were composed; They aprehended He was uneasy because there had not been Prayer that morn; and solicited me to Pray; I was loth and advised them to send for Mr. Williams, as most natural, homogeneous; They declined it, and I went to Prayer.  After, I told him, The last enemy was Death, and God hath made that a friend too; He put his hand out of the Bed, and held it up, to signify his Assent.  Observing he suck’d a piece of an Orange, put it orderly into his mouth and chew’d it, and then took out the core.  After dinner I carried a few of the best Figs I could get and a dish Marmalet.  I spake not to him now.

“Aug. 21.—­Mr. Edward Oakes tells me Mr. Chiever died this last night.”

Then in a note he tells the chief facts in his life, which he closes with,—­

“So that he has Laboured in that calling (teaching) skilfully, diligently, constantly, Religiously, Seventy years.  A rare Instance of Piety, Health, Strength, Serviceableness.  The Wellfare of the Province was much upon his spirit.  He abominated Perriwiggs.”

“Aug. 23, 1708.—­Mr. Chiever was buried from the Schoolhouse.  The Gov’r, Councillors, Ministers, Justices, Gentlemen there.  Mr. Williams made a handsome Latin Oration in his Honour.  Elder Bridgham, Copp, Jackson, Dyer, Griggs, Hubbard, &c., Bearers.  After the Funeral, Elder Bridgham, Mr. Jackson, Hubbard, Dyer, Tim.  Wadsworth, Edw.  Procter, Griggs, and two more came to me and earnestly solicited me to speak to a place of Scripture, at the private Quarter Meeting in the room of Mr. Chiever.”

Cotton Mather, who had been a pupil of his, preached a funeral sermon in honor of his loved teacher.  It was printed in Boston in 1708, and later in 1774.  A copy of it in the Athenaeum is well worth a perusal.  Some of Mr. Cheever’s Latin poems are attached to it.  Cotton Mather precedes his sermon by An Historical Introduction, in which, after referring to his great privilege, he gives the main facts in the long life of the schoolmaster of nearly ninety-four years.  In closing it, he says:  “After he had been a Skilful, Painful, Faithful Schoolmaster for Seventy years; and had the Singular Favours of Heaven that tho’ he had Usefully spent his Life among children, yet he was not become Twice a child but held his Abilities, with his usefulness, in an unusual Degree to the very last.”  Then follows the sermon, remarkable in its way as a eulogy.  But the Essay in Rhyme in Memory of his “Venerable Master,” which follows the sermon, is even more characteristic and remarkable.  In it are some couplets which are unique and interesting.

  “Do but name Cheever, and the Echo straight
  Upon that name. Good Latin will Repeat.

  “And in our School, a Miracle is wrought: 
  For the Dead Languages to Life are brought.