rd University who were not authors.
All these men we Cambridge children knew, not by their writings, from which we happily escaped, but from their long-winded Latin inscriptions on the flat stones in the.Cambridge cemetery.
These we studied and transcribed and, with a good deal of insecurity, translated; indeed, one boy whom I knew well, son of the college librarian, made a book of them all, which is still known to collectors.
Thus we learned of President Charles Chauncey, who died in 1672, that his tomb was the grave of praesidis vigilantissini, viri plane ntegerrimi, concionatoris eximii, pietate pariter ac liberali eruditione ornatissimi.
It seemed to us far more impressive than the tenderer tribute to his wife, who died four years before him :
Here lies enterr'd wthin this Shrine A spirit meeke, a Soule divine, Endow'd wth. grace, & piety Excelling in humility: Preferring Gods commands above All fine delights & this World's love.
We used to read also of the Rev. Ed