Göteborgs Handels- och Sjöfartstidning – 8 oktober 1842, sida 1

Det andra engelska bidraget är af C. W. IV A Toast for the Press. Each gentle loves his native shore, And Liberty doth prize: The richest gem in Natures store Is nought, till bondage flies: Till Freedom breaks despotic chains, And tyrants prostrate fall; Then manes majestic soul attains The fire of Freedomes call. Oer sea — on land — with power divine, The Press spreads Liberty; The knave, with heart of base design, And all the Powers that be, Are. by its master-spirit, tanght That Nature must be free: Hail, then, the noble Art, so fraught The Press and Liberty. The Press protects mans earthly right, And elevates his soul: Expands his mind with Reasones light; Then pledge we, in the bowl The Printing Art, — all nations pride The beacon free souls hail: ia Te rod få . MH Tis Natures friend — none dare beside The tyrants power assail. United, then, may Printers be, In friendship, hand, and heart: Of sortunels smiles, which bless the free, May Typos claim a part: Since to their Art we Freedom owe; By that doth bondage flee: Then pledge, whilst the goblet oerflow, The Press and Liberty!