of a Roman Catholic, in the Dublin Review, of June, 1853:  “Who will say that the uncommon beauty and marvelous English of the Protestant Bible is not one of the strongholds of heresy in this country?  It lives on the ear like music that can never be forgotten, like the sound of church-bells, which the convert hardly knows how he can forego.  Its felicities often seem to be things rather than mere words.  It is part of the national mind, and the anchor of national seriousness.  Nay, it is worshiped with a positive idolatry, in extenuation of whose gross fanaticism its intrinsic beauty pleads availingly with the man of letters and the scholar.  The memory of the dead passes into it The potent traditions of childhood are

STEREOTYPED IN ITS PHRASES.

The power of all the griefs and trials of a man is hidden beneath the words.  It is the representative of his best moments; and all that there has been about him of soft, and gentle, and pure, and penitent, and good, speaks to him forever out of his English Bible.  It is his sacred thing, which doubt has never dimmed, and controversy never soiled.  It has been to him all along as the silent, but oh! how intelligible voice of his guardian angel; and in the length and breadth of the land there is not a Protestant with one spark of religiousness about him whose spiritual biography is not in his Saxon Bible.”

WHAT A PANEGYRIC

from an avowed opponent of this translation!  And to whom are we principally indebted for this lovely poem of God?  To William Tyndale.  Says Froude, the historian:  “The peculiar genius, if such a word may be permitted, which breathes through the Bible, the mingled tenderness and majesty, the Saxon simplicity, the preternatural grandeur unequaled, unapproached, in the attempted improvements of modern scholars—­all are here, and bear the impress of one man, and that man William Tyndale.”

AND WHO WAS WILLIAM TYNDALE?

He was a gentle clergyman of great piety and learning.  He was born in Gloucestershire, England, in 1477.  He endured great persecution and was forced to quit England.  He visited Luther in Germany.  He printed his New Testament at Antwerp.  Its beauties were at once recognized in England, although to read it was illegal and punishable with death.  Cardinal Wolsely did his best to entice the translator to England, to destroy him.  An assistant in the work, named John Frith, was lured back and burned to death.  Finally Henry the Eighth of England procured Tyndale’s arrest at Antwerp.  He was given a “trial,” at Vilvoorden, near Antwerp, and pronounced guilty.  In September, 1536,

THEY STRANGLED THIS INSPIRED SERVANT