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. "Who serv'd the _School_, the _Church_, did not forget, But Thought and Prayed & often wept for it. "How oft we saw him tread the _Milky Way_ Which to the Glorious _Throne of Mercy_ lay! "Come from the _Mount_ he shone with ancient Grace, Awful the _Splendor_ of his Aged Face. "He _Liv'd_ and to vast age no Illness knew, Till _Times_ Scythe waiting for him Rusty grew. "He _Liv'd_ and _Wrought_; His Labours were Immense, But ne'r _Declined_ to _Praeter-perfect Tense_." He closes this eulogy with an epitaph in Latin.