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Corderius americanus. An essay upon the good education of children. And what may hopefully be attempted, for the hope of the flock. In a funeral sermon upon Mr. Ezekiel Cheever. The ancient and Honourable master of the Free-School in Boston. Who left off, but when mortality took him off, in August, 1708. the ninety fourth year of his age. : With an elegy and an epitaph upon him. / By one that was once a scholar to him. ; [One line epigram in Latin]
Boston: printed by John Allen for Nicholas Boone, 1708
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Moreover, He made it his Custom, that in every Recitation, he would, from something or other occurring in it, make an occasion, to let fall some Sentence, which had a Tendency to promote the Fear of God in their Hearts; which thing sometimes did indeed put him to more than a little study; but the Good Effect sufficiently Recompensed it.
Moreover, He made it his Custome, that in every Recitation, he would, from something or other occurring in it, make an occasion, to let fall some Sentence, which had a Tendency to promote the Fear of God in their Hearts; which thing sometimes did indeed put him to more than a little study; but the Good Effect sufficiently Recompenced it.
Another is this. A late Writer ha's these words; Many Children are sooner taught what Jupiter, Mars, & such Pagan Gods were, then what, Father, Son, and Spirit is. Augustine of old complained of this; of Learning in the Schools, Jove's Adulteries; and for giving an Account of such things, saith he, ob hoc bonae spei puer appellabar. Luther also complained, That our Schools were more Pagan than Christian. I refer the unsatisfied Reader, to Pasor's Preface to his Lexicon. I knew an aged and famous School-master; that after he had kept School about Fifty years, said, with a very sad countenance, That it was a great Trouble to him, that he had spent so much time in Reading Pagan Authors to his Scholars, and wished it were customary to read such a Book as Duport's Verses upon Job, rather than Homer, and such Books. […] God, put it in the Heart of a Wise Parliament, to Purge our Schools; that instead of Learning vain Fictions, and filthy Stories, they may be acquainted with the Word of God, and with Books containing Grave Sayings, and ⟨p. 25⟩things that may make them truly Wise and Useful in the World.
Another is this. A late Writer ha's these words; Many Children are sooner taught what Jupiter, Mars, & such Pagan Gods were, then what, Father, Son, and Spirit is. Augustine of old complain'd of this; of Learni•g in the Schools, Joves Adulteries; and for giving an Account of such things, saith he, ob hoc bonae spei puer appellabar. Luther also complained, That our Schools were more Pagan than Christian. I refer the unsatisfied Reader, to Pasors Preface to his Lexicon. I knew an aged and famous School-master; that after he had kept School about Fifty years, said, with a very sad countenance, That it was a great Trouble to him, that he had spent so much time in Reading Pagan Authors to his Scholars, and wish'd it were customary to read such a Book as Duports Verses upon Job, rather than Homer, and such Books. 〈…〉 God, put it in the Heart of a Wise Parliament, to Purge our Schools; that instead of Learning vain Fictions, and •ilthy Stories, they may be acquainted with the Word of God, and with Books containing Grave Sayings, and ⟨p. 25⟩things that may make them truly Wise and Useful in the World.
Ye have heard, what MY MASTER was, In the School. Sir Walter Ra•leign commends it as a piece of wisdom, to use great moderation when we are treating men with Commendation. I will not forget the Rule, in carrying on my Commendation of my Master. But I will say very much in a Little. Out of the School, he was One, Antiqua […]; A Christian of the Old Fashion: An OLD NEW-ENGLISH CHRISTIAN: And I may tell you. That was as Venerable a Sight, as the World; since the Days of Primitive Christianity, has ever looked upon.
Ye have heard, what MY MASTER was, In the School. Sir Walter Ra•leign commends it as a piece of wisdom, to use great moderation when we are treating men with Commendation. I will not forget the Rule, in carrying on my Commendation of my Master. But I will say very much in a Little. Out of the School, he was One, Antiqua 〈…〉; A Christian of the Old Fashion: An OLD NEW-ENGLISH CHRISTIAN: And I may tell you. That was as Venerable a Sight, as the World; since the Dayes of Primitive Christianity, has ever look'd upon.
He was well Studied in the Body of Divinity: An Able Defender of the Faith and Order of the Gospel; Notably Conversant and Acquainted with the Scriptural Prophecies; And, by Consequence, A Sober Chiliast.
He Lived as a Master, the Term, which has been for above three thousand years, assigned for the Life of a Man; he continued unto the Ninety Fourth year of his Age, an unusual Instance of Liveliness. His Intellectual Force, as little abated as his Natural. He Exemplified the Fulfilment of that word, As thy Days, so shall thy Strength be; in the Gloss which the Jerusalem Targum has put upon it; As thou wast in the Days of thy Youth, such thou shalt be in thy Old Age. The Reward of his Fruitfulness! For, Fructus Liberat Arborem! The product of his Temperance; Rather than what my Lord Verulam assigns, as a Reason for Vivacious Scholars.
He Lived as a Master, the Term, which has been for above three thousand years, assign'd for the Life of a Man; he continued unto the Ninety Fourth year of his Age, an unusual Instance of Liveliness. His Intellectual Force, as little abated as his Natural. He Exemplified the Fulfilment of that word, As thy Days, so shall thy Strength be; in the Gloss which the Jerusalem Targum has put upon it; As thou wast in the Dayes of thy Youth, such thou shalt be in thy Old Age. The Reward of his Fruitfulness! For, Fructus Liberat Arborem! The product of his Temperance; Rather than what my Lord Verulam assigns, as a Reason for Vivacious Scholars.
DEATH must now do its part. He Died, Longing for Death. Our old SIMEON waited for it, that he might get nearer to the Consolation of Israel. He Dyed Leaning like Old Jacob, upon a Staff; the Sacrifice and the Righteousness of a Glorious CHRIST, he let us know, was the Golden Staff, which he Leaned upon. He Dyed mourning for the Quick Apostasy, which he saw breaking in upon us; very easy about his own Eternal Happiness, but full of Distress for a poor People here under the Displeasure of Heaven, for Former Iniquities, he thought, as well as Later, Ones. To say no more: ⟨p. 26⟩He Dyed, A CANDIDATE FOR THE FIRST RESURRECTION. And Verily, our Land is Weakened, when those Fly away, at whose Flight me may cry out, My Father, My Father, the Chariots of New-England, and the Horsemen thereof.
DEATH must now do its part. He Dy'd, Longing for Death. Our old SIMEON waited for it, that he might get nearer to the Consolation of Israel. He Dyed Leaning like Old Jacob, upon a Staff; the Sacrifice and the Righteousness of a Glorious CHRIST, he let us know, was the Golden Staff, which he Lean'd upon. He Dyed mourning for the Quick Apostasie, which he saw breaking in upon us; very easie about his own Eternal Happiness, but full of Distress for a poor People here under the Displeasure of Heaven, for Former Iniquities, he thought, as well as Later, Ones. To say no more: ⟨p. 26⟩He Dyed, A CANDIDATE FOR THE FIRST RESURRECTION. And Verily, our Land is Weakened, when those Fly away, at whose Flight me may cry out, My Father, My Father, the Chariots of New-England, and the Horsemen thereof.
Augusto perstringere Carmine Lauds. Quas nulla Eloquij vis Celebrare queat.
Augusto perstringere Carmine Laudes. Quas nulla Eloquij vis Celebrare queat.
YOU that are Men, & Thoughts of Manhood know, Be Just now to the Man that made you so. Martyred by Scholars the stabbed Cassian dies, And falls to cursed Lads a Sacrifice.
YOU that are Men, & Thoughts of Manhood know, Be Just now to the Man that made you so. Martyr'd by Scholars the stabb'd Cassian dies, And falls to cursed Lads a Sacrifice.
Not so my CHEEVER, Not by Scholars slain, But Praised, and Loved, and wished to Life again. A mighty Tribe of Well-instructed Youth Tell what they owe to him, and Tell with Truth. All the Eight parts of Speech he taught to them They now Employ to Trumpet his Esteem. They fill Fames Trumpet, and they spread a Fame To last till the Last Trumpet drown the same. ⟨p. 27⟩Magister pleased them well, because 'twas he; They saw that Bonus did with it agree. While they said, A•o, they the Hint improve Him for to make the Object of their Love. No Concord so Inviolate they knew As to pay Honours to their Master due. With Interjections they break off at last, But, Ah, is all they use, Woe, and, Alas! We Learnt Prosodia, but with that Design Our Masters Name should in our Verses shine. Our Weeping Ovid but instructed us To write upon his Death, De Tristibus. Tully we read, but still with this Intent, That in his praise we might be Eloquent. Our Stately Virgil made us but Contrive As our Anchises to keep him Alive, When Phoenix to Achilles was assigned A Master, then we thought not Homer blind: A Phoenix, which Oh! might his Ashes show! So rare a Thing we thought our Master too. And if we made a Theme, 'twas with Regret We might not on his Worth show all our Wi•,
Not so my CHEEVER, Not by Scholars slain, But Prais'd, and Lov'd, and wish'd to Life again. A mighty Tribe of Well-instructed Youth Tell what they owe to him, and Tell with Truth. All the Eight parts of Speech he taught to them They now Employ to Trumpet his Esteem. They fill Fames Trumpet, and they spread a Fame To last till the Last Trumpet drown the same. ⟨p. 27⟩Magister pleas'd them well, because 'twas he; They saw that Bonus did with it agree. While they said, A•o, they the Hint improve Him for to make the Object of their Love. No Concord so Inviolate they knew As to pay Honours to their Master due. With Interjections they break off at last, But, Ah, is all they use, Wo, and, Alas! We Learnt Prosodia, but with that Design Our Masters Name should in our Verses shine. Our Weeping Ovid but instructed us To write upon his Death, De Tristibus. Tully we read, but still with this Intent, That in his praise we might be Eloquent. Our Stately Virgil made us but Contrive As our Anchises to keep him Alive, When Phaenix to Achilles was assign'd A Master, then we thought not Homer blind: A Phaenix, which Oh! might his Ashes shew! So rare a Thing we thought our Master too. And if we made a Theme, 'twas with Regret We might not on his Worth show all our Wi,
Go on, ye Grateful Scholars, to proclaim To late Posterity your Masters Name. Let it as many Languages declare As on Loretto-Table do appear.
Go on, ye Grateful Scholars, to proclame To late Posterity your Masters Name. Let it as many Languages declare As on Loretto-Table do appear.
Too much to be by any one expressed: I'll tell my share, and you shall tell the rest.
Too much to be by any one exprest: I'll tell my share, and you shall tell the rest.
Ink is too vile a Liquor; Liquid Gold Should fill the Pen, by which such things are told. The Book should Amianthus-Paper be All writ with Gold, from all corruption free.
Ink is too vile a Liquor; Liquid Gold Should fill the Pen, by which such things are told. The Book should Amyanthus-Paper be All writ with Gold, from all corruption free.
A Learned Master of the Languages Which to Rich Stores of Learning are the Keys; He taught us first Good Sense to understand And put the Golden Keys into our Hand, We but for him had been for Learning Dumb, And had a sort of Turkish Mutes become. Were Grammar quite Extinct, yet at his Brain The Candle might have well been lit again. If Rhetoric had been stripped of all her Pride She from his Wardrobe might have been Supplied. Do but Name CHEEVER, and the Echo straight Upon that Name, Good Latin, will Repeat. A Christian Terence, Master of the File That arms the Curious to Reform their Style. Now Rome and Athens from their Ashes rise; See their Platonic Year with vast surprise: And in our School a Miracle is wrought; For the Dead Languages to Life are brought.
A Learned Master of the Languages Which to Rich Stores of Learning are the Keyes; He taught us first Good Sense to understand And put the Golden Keyes into our Hand, We but for him had been for Learning Dumb, And had a sort of Turkish Mutes become. Were Grammar quite Extinct, yet at his Brain The Candle might have well been lit again. If Rhet'rick had been stript of all her Pride She from his Wardrobe might have been Supply'd. Do but Name CHEEVER, and the Echo straight Upon that Name, Good Latin, will Repeat. A Christian Terence, Master of the File That arms the Curious to Reform their Style. Now Rome and Athens from their Ashes rise; See their Platonick Year with vast surprize: And in our School a Miracle is wrought; For the Dead Languages to Life are brought.
His Work he Loved: Oh! had we done the same• Our Play-days still to him ungrateful came. And yet so well our Work adjusted Lay, We came to Work, as if we came to Play.
His Work he Lov'd: Oh! had we done the same• Our Play-dayes still to him ungrateful came. And yet so well our Work adjusted Lay, We came to Work, as if we came to Play.
