The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 73, November, 1863: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 12, No. 73, November, 1863: A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics
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"_Passy, 8 March, 1781_.
"SIR,--I received the letter you have done me the honor of writing
to me the 2d instant, wherein, after overwhelming me with a flood
of compliments, which I can never hope to merit, you request my
opinion of your translation of a Latin verse that has been applied
to me. If I were, which I really am not, sufficiently skilled in
your excellent language to be a proper judge of its poesy, the
supposition of my being the subject must restrain me from giving
any opinion on that line, except that it ascribes too much to me,
especially in what relates to the tyrant, the Revolution having
been the work of many able and brave men, wherein it is sufficient
honor for me, if I am allowed a small share. I am much obliged by
the favorable sentiments you are pleased to entertain of me.
"With regard, I have the honor to be, Sir, etc.,
"B. FRANKLIN."
In his acknowledgment of this letter M. Nogaret says,--"Paris is pleased
with the translation of your '_Eripuit_,' and your portrait, as I had
foreseen, makes the fortune of the engraver."[54] But it does not appear
to which translation he refers.
Here is another attempt:--
"Il a par ses travaux, toujours plus etonnans,
Ravi la foudre aux Dieux et le sceptre aux tyrans."
There are other verses which adopt the idea of Turgot. Here, for
instance, is a part of a song by the Abbe Morellet, written for one of
the dinners of Madame Helvetius:[55]--
"Comme un aigle audacieux,
Il a vole jusqu'aux cieux,
_Et derobe le tonnerre_
Dont ils effrayaient la terre,
Heureux larcin
De l'habile Benjamin.
"L'Americain indompte
_Recouvre sa liberte_;
Et ce genereux ouvrage,
Autre exploit de notre sage,
Est mis a fin
Par Louis et Benjamin."
Mr. Sparks found among Franklin's papers the following paraphrastic
version:[56]--
"Franklin sut arreter la foudre dans les airs,
Et c'est le moindre bien qu'il fit a sa patrie;
Au milieu de climats divers,
Ou dominait la tyrannie,
Il fit regner les arts, les moeurs, et le genie;
Et voila le heros que j'offre a l'univers."
Nor should I omit a translation into English by Mr. Elphinstone:--
"He snatched the bolt from Heaven's avenging hand,
Disarmed and drove the tyrant from the land."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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