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Sir , Dec . 3 , 1815 . In the following attempt to translate the Latin verses ( p . 716 ) , I have s ipposed a reference by the learned author , in the last line of his verses on Mr . Fox , to the resemblance , personal and mental , between rii ? nephew and his illustrious uncle . ' /¦ J : « 3 ii gh I -wished not to weaken the panegyric on Pr . Bell , I cannot help rercarkirTg , that his claims on' British gratitude had been , much stronger but for the principle on which his system Las been applied in pur misnamed National Schools . Did it not occur to M . Marron that , on such a principle , in France , all the children of Protestants would be excluded from a pretended general education , unless their parents resigned them to the religious instruction of the Romish ritual ? Such parents would , indeed , cease to be Protestants , and thus escape the persecution which all but the most inconsiderate might hare expected from the fall of Napoleon and the return of Louis le desire , J . T . R . Translations From the Latin of M . Marron .
Fox . TfOTARIES of freedom ! ye , on ev ' ry shore , Who bate the tyrant , and the slave deplore y " Who spurn the servile yoke , thai dire disgrace , Behold a man , the glory of our race \ Freedom on him the choicest gifts bestow'd , Jlis tongue , her voice } his breast , her lov'd abode . 'Twas Virtue ' s praise arous'd thy gen ' rous strife , O Fox \ who liv ' st in Holland ' s honour ed life . Holland . The love of freedom , long * to Britons dear , A patriot ' s zeal , from base corruption clear , Religious rev ' rence , manners frankly kind , And knowledge , by no scanty bounds confih'd . Persuasion eloquent , whose pow e rful sway , Reason directs , and raptur ed minds obey 5 All join a Holland ' s well-earn'dj fame to raise , Albion ! be just , and give his merit praise . Andrew Bell . Haste ! British youth ! with grateful haste fc « slow
mm A civic wreath , meet garland for hfj brow . Imperishable seed , with ceaseless toil , He , lib ' ral , casts on childhood ' tender soil ; Awakes the fear of heav ' n , a country * g love-, And bids rude minds with gentler passioas move . Bell's honour'd name through ages shall be known , And Envy ' s malice wound herself alone . J . T . R .
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Versed on the Irish Itfelcdies * 1814 . Erin ' s wild harp long time had hung " Silent , but to the rising * gale , Laurels around the chords were flung * , Entwin'd with lilies , deadly pale . And there ^ sigh'd many a blushing * rose 'Midst cypress' shade , of deepest gloom j Like Lore , too closely link'd to woes , Or Beauty , blooming * for the tomb . When Moore each intertwining * flower With magic fingers light enwreathM ; The harp confess * d a master pow'r , And to his touch responsive breath'd . While thus th' enchanting minstrel swept The tuneful chords in Erin ' s praise , To native airs that long * had slept He wak'd her pride of former days . Wak'd , too , the bright indignant glow . As , with his nation's pow ' rful soul , He sang her plaintive tale of woe , Beneath oppression's harsh controul . IGNOTA . ——^^^^ " ^
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Address to the Spring of 1814 . Meek ush ' rer of a new-born year , Sweet Spring , thy verdant mantle cast f O ' er chilling * plains and forests drear , Just ' scap'd relentless winter ' s blast . Fit emblem thou of happiest youth , Calm op ' ning" of tumultuous life , Ere folly dim the light of truth , Or love expire 'mid passion ' s strife . ti At thy last dawn , a welcome guest , How many ' raptur'd hail'd thy sight , Whose eyes now clos'd in lasting rest , Nor heed thy smile , nor mourn thy fliff &t . JQNOTA ,
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1815, page 752, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1767/page/24/
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