The Sun.
London, England, 1849-12-25 00:00:00

THE HUNGARIAN STRUGGLE.
EXTRACTS FROM AN lINPIIBLISHFD POEM.
Turn we to la ter times and living scenes,
Where cruel war a richer harvest gleans,
Where leagu'd oppression seeks with cruel might
To dim the lustre of sweet Freedom's light.

The conflict rages, see the smoke arise
In murky volumes to the trembling skies ;
O'er Hungary's plain the cannon hoarsely play,
And blood-stained pandoors seek their human prey;
From Buda's height the devastating fires
Flash wide and far o'er Pesth's devoted spires;
The shriek that rises from the heart's despair
Is lost amidst the din that fills the air;
The young, the- beautiful, the great, the brave
Sink 'neath chaotic butchery to the grave,
And tinge with horrid hue the rolling flood
That laves the banks where once their homes had stood.
But hark! that cry that swells upon the air
Rekindles hope and Wishes despair;
The burning valour of an ancient race
Glows in each heart and shines in every face.
In freedom's cause see legions vast arise,
Pride in their hearts and passion in their eyes,
Their holy purpose undismayed proclaim,
In sacred Liberty's inspiring name.

But not for conquest rolls the burning cry
That fills each breast and brightens every eye;
No modern Hcemus tempts the warlike hand
That grasps the sword at honour's bright command.
Far nobler objects claim the soldier now:
A higher aim is his—a holier vow,
A brighter hope, a more exalted zeal
Impel him on to wield the vengeful steel.
Home's sacred rights his prowess loudly claim,
And seek his aid in Freedom's holy name.
Oh, holy Freedom, since the world began,
How great the boon was thine conferred on man;
Thou noblest gift that man from man can take,
How cold the breast that swells not for thy sake.

From Ofen's towers, that like Time's records rise,
The harsh artillery's dreadful mandate flies;
See the brave chief, whose high commanding name
Will pass to latest time with laureli'd fame;
See round his standards millions pressing on,
Warmed into hope by Freedom's rising sun.
The sons of labour quit their cultured fields,
A hero to the cause each hamlet yields;
A rushing torrent gleams along the land,
And live and courage nerve each patriot's hand.
The tyrant trembles in his gory lair
As Freedom's cries resound throughoutthe air;
Wildly and free the animating cry
Bursts o'er thy plains unconquered Hungary.
But thou, new Paphas, thrice degraded thou,
Prone low to bend to power thy abject brow;
Glitt'ring thy strength, hat how ignobly bright,
Mean in distress, but cruel in thy might;
Behind (thou can'st not lead) the deepest van,
That crushes Freedom and debases man,
Thy rulers' souls no generous dictates know,
Cruel at home, but abject to the foe,
Their craven hearts proclaim another crime
To stamp thee hateful to the vc rge of time.
Where slept the elements, whose mighty tide
Struck low the Western Cmsar in his pride?
Why fled the guardian spirits of the brave,
When Russia's despot leagued with Russia's slave?
See once again o'er high Carpathia's snows
Rolls the fell tide of Freedom's darkest toes;
On, on they come, their myriads wildly gleam
Oppression's locusts in a whelming stream;
Down as a torrent from their native heights
They come to crush a nation's holy rights;
Fresh from the reeking plains, where Poland's might
Fell 'neath the clouds of iron Slavery's night.

The strife is o'er, the traitor's words proclaim
His country's woe, his own eternal shame;
Barbarian hordes are flying o'er the land,
The torch of cruelty in every hand;
Where force had failed, dark treachery points the way
To quench a nation's honour in dismay.
And thou, once greatly foremost in the van,
When Freedom's battle 'neath bright hope began,
Thou, high in name, with prowess uncontroll'd,
How bright the glory thou hest basely sold!
What is the hope thy tarnished soul can see,
Tool of the foe, betrayer of the free?
Eternal scorn wherever Freedom lives,
The stern contempt the hate of treachery gives,
Contempt undying while high reason reigns,
These and thy bribe are thy ignoble gains.

And who is he that gloats upon his prize,
From whose dark soul fair mercy shuddering Lea?
Whose the black heart to guide the reeking hand,
That spreads red murder o'er a bartered land?
Hark, on the breeze are borne soul-piercing shrieks,
Where the new Alva horrid vengeance wreaks;
Those dreadful sounds, which all the echoes break,
Gush frem a woman lashed upon the stake.
Ye gods, look down, nor tolerate the wrong,
A woman's breast receives the clotted thong!
A woman's sobs and deep convulsive cries
Swell on the breeze and echo to the skies!
Insatiate despot! could not roan suffice,
But must fair woman grace thy sacrifice' -
Oh, was not blood by cowardice obtained,
Enough for thy dark mission to be stained?
But must a deeper guilt than even that
Be found to gild the throne where Alva sat?
With every right to such black dignity,
The Spanish monster's mantle falls to thee;
Thy courago cruelty, thy valour breath,
The records of thy deeds decrees of death;
No gleams of conscience can the soul perplex
Of him whose courage spares nor age nor sex.
Such mighty deeds to all the world proclaim
Ignoble valour—thine an empire's shame.
Unconquered Dacia! though despairing now,
Triumphant wreathes again shall grace thy brow;
Again thy name shall rise in bright renown,
And smiling Ereedoin claim thee for her own.
The traitor's ban may hover o'er thy plains,
But though deceived, thy courage still remains;
Thy sons still cherish in their inmost heart
That burning hope that never can depart;
They sun of liberty obscured will rise
Jo glory yet to gild thy distant skies;
And though thy foes now glare in fiendish glee
A day of vengeance is in store for thee.
In vain the butcher's arm may wield the sword
To crush the liberty thou has adored;
In vain the edicts of a brutal heart
Go forth in all the terror they impart.
The tyrant grasps his guilty sword in vain;
Thy fame shall rise in all its strength again.
Again thy name in burning pride shall be
Hope for the brave, a guide-star to the free.
And ye high patriots, whose untarnished name'
Will gild your country's everlasting fame;
Ye who at Arad and Temesvar
Upheld the honours of a glorious war;
Ye whose great spirits shine beyond the grave,
Inspiring hope among the good and brave,
Your country yet shall find sublime repose,
And greatly triumph o'er her despot foes. _

C. J. C.

LOWESTOFT RAILWAY AND HARBOUR.—Last week
the gentry and inhabitants of this town and port gave a
public entertainment to Mr. Pet M.P., for the purpose
of testifying their sense of the benefits he had conferred
on the locality by the construction of the new harbour
and railway. It appeared from the statements that
were made, that before these works were commenced in
1546, the population, which had increased by some
thousands, were out of employ, that the houses were
untenanted, and trade had declined; now there was a
splendid Esplanade, villas and shops, 20 acres of bar-
bourage inclosed from the sea, and a basin 18 feet deep at
low water, with a railway placing the district within
six hours' run of the metropolis. Mr. Peto stated
that during the two years ending October last, there
had been imported through the harbour 86,127 tons of
coal, and 81,565 quarters of corn exported; 1,063 ves-
sels of 116,605 aggregate tonnage had entered the har-
bour, 394 for refuge. The harbour dues increased every
month. The steps for a working in union of the
Eastern Counties and Norfolk lines would insure the
perfect completion of the harbour as one of the refuge
ny May, and it would then be one of the best for those
purposes on the coast between the Humber and the
'flumes. During the past year 30,152 passengers had
been booked on the railway; the receipts had been
17,0001., and the working expenses 4,0001.; so that they
had contributed 13,0001. to the main line. It was pro-
posed to call the new part of the town of Lowestoft,
Petoville.

This being Christmas-day, will, ns usual, be observed
as a strict holiday at the several offices of Government,
the public establishments, and also at the several docks
and places on the river-side devoted to the shipping and
import trade of the port of London, and no business of
any kind will be transacted at any of those places on the
occasion, all discharges of ships arriving from foreign
ports with cargoes of merchandise, and the delivery of
goods from the bonded warehouses throughout the
country, being suspended. The only exception to the
general rule will be the Post office. The metropolitan
district receipt and delivery of letters will take place to-
day only up till noon, after which no deliveries Fill take
place. The receipt and delivery of the morning mails
from the country, and tho dispatch of letters, &c., from
London in the evening, will, however, take place in the
usual manner.

STATE 01 TRADE.—MANCHESTER, MONDAT.--.
As was to bo expected on the eve of Christmas and
the new yearrwe have had no great amount of busi-
ness doing here to-day. The tone of the market,
however, is exceedingly healthy, and nearly all de-
scriptions of goods are looking up in price, and a
considerable improvement is expected at the beginning
ut the year, and printing cloth is in good demand at ad-
vanced rates. 40-inch shirtirgs continue in request at
an advance of lid. up to 60-inch reed. T cloths, long
cloths, and domestics are improving in demand, and are
firmer in price. Up to this hour (4 r.m.) we have no
tidings of the Canada, New; York mail steamer of the
12th instant. Her advices are awaited with considerable
interekt; meanwhile the cotton market has advanced at
The advices from Amsterdam and Rotterdam con-
cur in reporting a firm market fur coffee. There W2B
k.lso a ccntiuued dimand for tobacco. At Hamburgh
transactions in coffee were brisk, with improved prices.
THE THIRD DRAGOON GUARDS.—We have reason
to believe that all differences have been made up in
this regiment, and that Colonel Arthur i 5 to 0911.
tinue in the command.