went and hyd thy talent in the |the one talent came and said, Lord, erthe; lo, thou hast thyne awne. His |I knew thee that thou art a hard master answered, and sayde vnto hym: |man, reaping where thou hast not evyll servaunt and slewthfull, thou |sown: and gathering where thou hast knewest that I repe where I sowed |not strewed: And I was afraid, and nott, and gaddre where I strawed |went and hid thy talent in the nott: thou oughtest therefore to |earth; lo, there thou hast that is have had my money to the chaungers, |thine. His lord answered and said and then at my commynge shulde I |unto him Thou wicked and slothful have receaved my money with vauntage.|servant, thou knewest that I reap Take therefore the talent from hym, |where I sowed not, and gather where and geve hit vnto him which hath |I have not strewed; Thou oughtest, x talentes. For vnto every man that |therefore, to have put my money to hath shalbe geven, and he shall have |the exchangers, and then at my aboundance. And from hym that hath |coming I should have received mine not, shalbe taken awaye, even that |own with usury. Take, therefore, he hath. And cast that vnprophetable |the talent from him, and give it servant into vtter dercknes, there |unto him which hath ten talents. shalbe wepynge, and gnasshinge of |For unto every one that hath, shall theth." |be given, and he shall have |abundance: but from him that hath |not, shall be taken away even that |which he hath. And cast ye the |unprofitable servant into outer |darkness: there shall be weeping |and gnashing of teeth." It is indeed surprising, as is remarked by the patient, diligent biographer, how little obsolete the language of this translation is, even at this day; and in point of perspicuity, noble simplicity, propriety of idiom, and purity of style, no English version has yet surpassed it. The effect of the publication of this volume will be, we think, to cause Tyndale's persecutors to be lashed by all posterity; for he was a man of kind and inoffensive nature, and in all the evils which he was called to bear, seems to have endured them meekly, and to have thought, with a contemporary poet, that 'As threshing separates from straw the corn, By trials from the world's chaff are we born;'