“And is it true, and can it be? Does Freedom so inflame him? Exalt the _Horne_ of Liberty; No minister shall tame him. Grant Heaven, we see it prove no jest, But find, ere next November, The man who makes a Patriot priest, Become a Righteous Member.” A copy of verses, with a quotation, “Templum Libertatis,” due to the pen of _Phileleutheros Oxoniensis_, confronts the copperplate portrait of Parson Horne:-- “TO THE REV. JOHN HORNE, MINISTER OF BRENTFORD. “O, sent by Heav’n in these dishonest days In ev’ry breast to kindle Freedom’s blaze, To snatch the cov’ring from the statesman’s heart, And awful truths, without a fear, impart! Tho’ ministerial thunders round thee roll, They roll in vain, nor shock thy manly soul: Thy country’s rights thy midnight labours claim, And with a Sidney’s join thy honour’d name. Superior thou to every threat shalt rise, And from the hands of rapine wrest her prize. Thy pen shall Vice in all her wiles reveal, And trembling Graftons[53] shall its vengeance feel. Nor shall the murd’rer, foe to man and God, Tho’ sav’d by power, escape thy painful rod; Nor shall corruption, unmolested stand, Sap all our rights, and sink a venal land; True to thy conscience, to thy country true, Thou shalt detect and dash her conquests too. Proctor shalt, blushing, all his failings own, Sigh o’er his loss, and o’er his triumphs groan; His hir’d assassins fill his breast with shame, And trembling own the terror of thy name. Proceed, great Sir, in Freedom’s glorious cause, O! save thy country and thy country’s laws! The wiles of Statesmen without fear disclose, And be a foe to all thy country’s foes. So shall thy friend,[54] who in confinement sighs, Smile in his pains, and great in suffr’ing rise: In health, an honest patriot own in thee, And, dying, joy to leave his country FREE.”