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THRENODIA, Or a Mournfull Remembrance, of the much to be Lamented Death of the Worthy & Pious Capt. ANTHONY COLLAMORE.
[...]
THE Great
Jehovah is the
Lord and
King,
Both in the
Heav'ns & on the
Earth & Sea;
What things Pleas Him in each to pass doth bring
Nor can He in His Will resisted be.
He in His
[...] retaines the Boist'rous
Winds,
And Raging
Waters in a
Garment binds.
'Tis but to Loose His Little
Finger then,
And the most Furious blasts do Issue thence;
Enough to Terrify the stoutest Men,
Nor can they find against it a Defence.
'Tis But to Slack the binding of the Seas,
And they will soon accomplish what He pleas.
December last upon the
Sixteenth day,
Within the Harbour lay at
Scituate;
Some
[...]
Which for Fair
Wind and
Weather there
[...]
[...] the Rest was
Captain Collamore,
[...] disaster, we must now Deplore:
[...] Expanded led the way,
Out of the Harbour; and did fairly glide
Thus one by one stood out into the Bay,
Wich
Wind at
East North East and Flowing
Tide.
The
Captain in the Rere did Hoise up Saile,
[...] after with a steddy Gale.
He did his best with speed to quit the Shore,
And seemed in his way to Prosper well;
He
Lufft up to the Wind and
North ward bore,
For near an Hour as Spectators tell:
That so he might be gaining of the Wind,
And to his
Port the fairer Passage find.
But Dangers great did quickly him Surprise,
The
Clouds did gather and obscure the
Sun;
Winds Whittled
[...] came thick
[...] did rise;
And He
[...] which way
[...]
As did appear to some that were before,
Who quickly after, saw,
[...] no more.
With him
Five Persons more
[...] were,
Two
Men, one
Woman, and two
[...] beside:
None did
[...] alive on Shore appear;
But were all Drowned in the
Ocean wide,
No more but two are yet to this day found,
Which doth the Hearts of their Relations
[...]
Whether some hidden
Rock with fatal stroke,
At once gave Final
[...] unto their Course;
By which their
[...] and
[...], were
Broke
Not able to with
[...]
Thus some conceive who saw and view'd the
[...]
Which quickly to the Shore was hurled back.
Or whether
[...] over deep with
Wood,
The Swelling
Waves did
[...] her by degrees;
If then their Frozen
Pump would do no good,
They soon became a Prey unto the
[...]:
Which Violently
[...] them did go,
[...] bore them down, into the deeps below
What happ'ned to them we can only guess,
Because none of them did Survive to tell;
Nor can we think what
Anguish did Possess,
Their SOULS when this Disaster them befell,
We humbly must
Adore GOD'S Providence,
Who in the
[...] His Judgments doth dispense.
One
Ephraim Turner
[...] the Fatal place,
Was cast upon the
[...] next day found;
Most sorely batter'd on
[...] and
Face,
Who decently was
[...] ground,
Relations of
[...] the Shore,
For
thirteen dayes but they
[...] no more.
[...] on the
Fourteenth day one did espie,
A Corps he judg'd was
Captain Collamore;
[...] not know
[...] a Certainty,
By any thing, but
[...] the Cloaths he wore.
His
Forms and
Visage,
[...] was lost,
Having by
Waves on
[...] been so long toss'd.
His
Friends, his
Neighbours,
[...] all,
Prepare his
[...]
His
Souldiers also at the
[...]
Appear with
Drooping hearts and
Dripping eyes.
With many Tears they laid him in the dust,
To wait the Resurrection of the Just.
And now although
Relations of the Rest,
Know their own Sorrows and Distress of mind;
While for the quieting their troubled Brest,
They in the Creature no relief can find.
Our
Duty binds us all to Sympathize,
With such as
Mourn in their Adversities.
But
Publick Persons are a
Publick loss,
Because more usefull, and more Eminent;
They in their places were the greater cross,
And the more sad Occasion to Lament.
The Death of
Collamore we must bewaile,
Our Glory's going when the Faithfull faile.
What
Offices he bore of any kind,
He did adorn with Carriage full of Grace;
His
Modest, Humble, Condescending mind,
Could freely yield to any in their Place,
To all Degrees above him and below,
His rightly Order'd Courtesy did flow.
Unto this
Province and the
Government,
He was a
Faithfull and a
Constant Friend;
In all the troubles which they under went,
And what he had, was willing to Expend
For the Promotion of the Publick good,
At any time in what he understood.
In
Scituate let each Inhabitant,
Greatly lament this worthy Person's fall;
Both
Rich and
Poor his Courtesy will want,
Who still was ready to oblige them all.
It was to many by Experience known,
His valu'd others good before his own.
He was the
Captain of the
[...]
Love was his Banner,
Love was his
[...]
Their Chearfull
Service was return'd
[...]
His
Acceptation was their
[...]
[...] that Great Company
[...]
Where Mustered two hundred
[...]
In
Judgment sound, in
Life Upright
[...]
A
Zealous Member of the Church was he;
His
Studies and
Endeavours were
[...]
That so
CHRIST'S Kingdom
[...]
A
[...] also Faithfull to
[...]
To do that onely which
[...] Just.
The
North Society in
Scituate,
Hath lost a
Leading Man and
Loving Friend;
Who ready was
[...]
On every good
[...]
His
Care and
[...] plainly
[...]
To settle and maintain
GOD'S
[...]
A Faithfull
[...]
[...]
He also Tender was
[...]
True Peace they
[...]
Enjoying what they had
[...]
GOD'S Blessing on their care and Industry
Did yield them
[...] Prosperity.
A
Father carefull of
[...]
Whose Love to Souls and
[...]
He spared not the best that he could do,
In Warning them to mind their latter end.
He did his just Commands meekly Dispense,
And they did humbly
[...]
He was a
Master full of Gentleness,
Whose care it was things honest to Provide;
Obliging thus his
Servants Faithfullness,
As he did In their
[...]
So that to Serve him we may well Conclude
Was rather Freedom than Servitude.
But
GOD hath by his Sov'raign Providence,
Of such an
Usefull Man this place bereft
A deep
Affecting and
Afflicting sense,
Is well becoming each one that is
[...]
We all in his
[...] loss
[...]
Which sure
GOD onely can
[...]
Since therefore
All things come
[...]
This
Comfort in our
[...] does
[...]
Though
Duty binds
[...]
Yet in our
Loss, He hath
[...]
For Dying in the LORD,
[...]
And of such
Upright
[...]
To
Old and
Young this
[...]
Doth Testify with loudest
[...]
God tryes by others DEATH us to Provoke,
While it is Day to work with dilligence.
Let then both
High and
Low the
Rich and
Poor,
Lament the DEATH of
Captain Collamore.
Printed at BOSTON by Bartholomew Green, 1694.