Yo ápapan, He that was here. Sachimaûpan, He that was Prince here. Obs: These expressions they use, because they abhorre to mention the dead by name, and therefore if any man beare the name of the dead he changeth his name, and if any stranger accidentally name him, he is checkt, and if any wilfully name him he is fined; and amongst States, the naming of their dead Sachims, is one ground of their warres; so terrible is the King of Terrors, Death, to all naturall men. Aquie míshash aquie mishommoke, Doe not name. Cowewênaki, You wrong mee, to wit, in naming my dead. Posakúnnamun, To bury. Aukùck pónamun, To lay in the earth. Wesquaubenan, to wrap up, in winding mats or coats, as we say winding sheets. Mockkuttauce, One of chiefest esteeme, who winds up and buries the dead; commonly some wise, grave, and well descended man hath that office. When they come to the Grave, they lay the dead by the Grave’s mouth, and then all sit downe and lament; that I have seen teares run down the cheeks of stoutest Captaines, as well as little children in abundance; and after the dead is laid in Grave, and sometimes (in some parts) some goods cast in with them, they have then a second lamentation, and upon the Grave is spread the Mat that the party died on, the Dish he eat in, and sometimes a faire Coat of skin hung upon the next tree to the Grave, which none will touch, but suffer it there to rot with the Dead: Yea I saw with mine owne eyes that at my late comming forth of the Countrey, the chiefe and most aged peaceable Father of the Countrey, Caunoûnicus, having buried his Sonne, he burned his own Palace, and all his goods in it (amongst them to a great value) in a solemne remembrance of his sonne and in a kind of humble Expiation to the Gods, who (as they believe) had taken his sonne from him. _The Generall Observation of their Dead._ O, how terrible is the looke the speedy and serious thought of Death to all the Sons of Men? Thrice happy those who are dead and risen with the Sonne of God, for they are past from Death to life, and shall not see Death (a heavenly sweet Paradox or Ridle,) as the Son of God hath promised them. More particular: The Indians say their bodies die, Their soules they do not die; Worse are then Indians such, as hold The soules mortalitie. Our hopelesse Bodie rots, say they, Is gone eternally, English hope better, yet some’s hope Proves endless miserie. Two worlds of Men shall rise and stand ’Fore Christ’s most dreadfulle barre; Indians and English naked too, That now most gallant are. True Christ most Glorious then shall make New Earth, and Heavens new, False Christs, false Christians then shall quake, O blessed then the true.