The Sun.
London, England, 1851-10-30 00:00:00

INVITATION OF KOSSUTH TO MAN-

CHESTER.
The working classes of Manchester held a public
meeting on Tuesday evening, in the Music Hall, to
consider the propriety of inviting Kossuth to that
town, when the following resolutions were adopted :
—" As the principles of civil and religious liberty
must ever be dear to the humane and enlightened of
all nations, the people of Manchester in public meet-
ing assembled take this opportunity of giving ex-
pressions to the deep sympathy they have felt for
the struggling patriots of Hungary—and whilst
feeling a keen and lasting indignation at the tempo-
rary triumph of her oppressors, hail with delight and
gratification the appearance on our shores of the
chief and bravest of her defenders, M. Louis
Kossuth, and resolve to give him a hearty welcome
to this the manufacturing metropolis of the
world. That this meeting views with satisfaction the
noble and heroic conduct of the Sultan of Turkey, in
affording hospitality and protection to M. Louis
Kossuth and his co-patriots in exile, notwithstanding
the threats and intimidation of Austria and Russia;
this meeting do, therefore, heartily thank the Sublime
Porte for responding to the call of England, America,
and other powers, in finally liberating those heroic
and generous patriots. That this meeting do autho-
rise the delegates of the trades and other bodies now
assembled to draw up an address to be presented to
the hero of Hungary, as the best means of representing
to him the views and opinions of the working classes
of this town. And further, this tneeting
calls upon the trades and other public bo-
dies to send delegates to act with the present com-
mittee in arranging the intended demonstration, to a
meeting at the Cotton Tree Inn, Great Ancoats-
street, on Monday evening next, the 3d of No-
vember, at 7 o'clock. That this meeting, believing
tha-, the working people of this town will be anxious
to attend the proposed demonstration on the arrival
of Kossuth, do most urgently and respectfully re-
quest the employers of all branches of trade to afford
to their workpeople the opportunity of doing so."
The meeting was well attended, and the sentiments of
the speakers in admiration of Kossuth's exertions
and sufferings for his country were loudly applauded.
A requisition is in preparation, calling upon the town
council also to join in the invitation. An invitatio❑
had been already forwarded to M. Kossuth from a
meeting of gentlemen, held some few days ego in
Manchester, and they are said to have received a fa-
vourable reply from the Mayor of Southampton on
behalf of M. Kossuth.

THE HUNGARIAN PATRIOT.
BY WILLIAM CHARLES KENT.

[The following lines appeared some time back in a
volume entitled " Aletheia and other Poems," pub-
lished by Messrs. Longmans. 'We are induced to
quote them at the present moment because they so
very vividly recall to mind the principal incidents of
the great Hungarian struggle. The verses relating
to Kossuth possess just now an especial interest, and
the remembrance of his Prayer and Proclamation
herein referred to, cannot fail to enhance our enthu-
siasm in his regard.]
Up, Rouman! Up, Sclavonian! Up death-beleagur'd
&lave!
Rise boatmen of the purple Danube, fishers of the Drave!
From the fastness of the mountain, from the quagmire of
the plain,
Rear the glory of thy valour, and the might of thy
disdain.

Down from steeps of Transylvania, up from salt mines in

the north, -
Let each Magyar fist emerging draw his flaming fal-

chion forth _
Onward hunter with thy rifle, onward peasant with thy
scythe,
Till the gory asp of treason 'neath the heel of conquest
writhe.

Come, 0 pauper, from thy hovel—come, 0 noble, from
thy hall,
Change from citizens to heroes at thy country's solemn

call.
Leave thy home, 0 Age autumnal! Leave thy love, 0
vernal Youth,
Brave the gliding guile of Falsehood with the stalwart

front of Truth.
For the Garman hordes are rolling down the gorges of

the Alps _
Where the giant crags discover to the moon their frozen

scalps;
Where the ghastly beacons glimmer, and the horns of

war resound,
And the sullen tread of armies 'wakes the thunder of

the ground.
With the glowing brand of freedom pierce the craven

hearts of guilt,
Till with blood th' avenging patriot's steel be redden'd

to the hilt;
Spread abroad the sacred banner bless'd by God's
anointed priest
to the golden dawn that blushes thro' the storai-elouds

of the east.
What, with Metternich still living, and with Ferdinand
the Kind,
Does the stripling Prince of Schoenbt aim dream that he
our arms can bind?
Doth he deem his yoke so potent that to it, forsooth, we
must
Bend obedient to his mandate down all humbled to the
dust?

IW‘riethwperos unedi?ft nn
to shame? nJowly
like kPee uP ire awt he ell. e ,
race
ourof a snocui le an bt ef adme ae
Is
fetheresr?ealm of heroes dwindled to a haunt for paltry
Is our cause so vicious,—ours the cause of twice four
hundred years?
Nothlanthteheresge. 'd with
al oaths of Hapsburg are not darker lies
No ! the Kaiser's cup of friendship is not drugg
viler lees.
Forat historiclength tales shall tell how, when assail'd by hosts,
We arose in all the grandeur of our violated strength.
How in days of royal flight and fear,
of panic .
When the wrathful millions punished every foible,
fault,
When the glare of insurrection show'd the pallid face of
kings,
Show'd their cowardice and rage, revcal'd their poison
andy
revolt,ever
and their stings,
How, while other lands were revag'd by discordant fac-
tions, we—
We, the mark of every slander, rose to perish or be free;
How, when myriads press'd around us, we retreated,
league by league,
Meeting might with Concentration, fronting caution to
Intrigue,—
How we rallied round Debreczin at the summons of the
Great,
Of the Great, the Good, the Glorious—men who ruled
our common state;
How we swarm'd from every homestead, and our march
wa3 like the beat
Of the pulse of all the nation in the throbbing sound of
feet—

Liko the pulse of all the nation boiling inward to the
heart,
Till the voice of Liberation bade the gallant bands de-
part—

voice;

Bade the vanquish'd prove victorious, bade all act with
one accord!
And each heard the joyful war-cry, and each grandly
drew the sword!
Ho! then fled those vaunted paladins, the veterans of
power!
Ho! thi:u creuch'd the Austrian eagle in the horror of
that hour:
When by conscripts from the greenwood were Imperial
hosts, pursu'd
When the glaive of civic daring was in noble blood im-
bru'd.

From the Theirs even to the border of the Waag those
warriors sped,
Till the plague in vapours issued from the deserts of
their dead.
Fast from city unto city, fist from fortress, one by one,
They were beaten back in terror by the legions of the
Hun:

They were spurn'd from every stronghold, and expell'd
from every town,
Till their boasted might was blasttd by the lightnings
of our frown.
Ho ! they fancied wo were cravens, and they thought our
thews were weak,
Nor had they one suspicion of the vengeance we could
wreak.

Yea ! they scorn'd our rights and language, and they
trampled ua like sedge,
They refus'd each poor concession while they broke each
sole run pledge.
But our hearts, though meek to suffer, when God's win-
now thinn'd the throng,
Could not brook one man's oppression, could not bow
to human wrong.
Day by day inur'd to sorrow, yet our nerves were not
the less
Keen to recognise the poignance of our national distress.
We sustain'd that load of anguish till our souls, dis-
traught with grief,
Sigb'd for battle as a solace and for death as a relief.
Then the Hero of the Dungeon struck the ohord that
thrill'd with doom,
And his genius flash'd like glory on the grandeur of our

gloom,
And his words, though low and plaintive, swell'd like
thunder on the wind,
And his faded hands asunder rent the manacles of mind•

In his form incarnate triumph bade ten million hearts
rejoice,
And the nation 'woke to conquer at the tocsin of his

With his namo responsive echoed all the corners of the
land,
- '

As in either grasp he hurtled, here the banner, here the
brand.

" Rise, my mighty, my gigantic people, rise!" he cried,
" like kings;
Drive the cattle from the pastures, glean the cornfields,
drain the springs;
Fur the hosts that hover round us they shall starve as
they advance,
They shall starve, and droop, and perish with the swift-
ness of a glance.

" And, my God, while blue above me beams tby heaven
with silence dread,
While, the life-blood of my country stains the earth with
sombre red,
With the balm of thy dear mercy soothe the torment of
our ills,
With thy breath avenge the evil that the wrath of man
distils."

Thus in prayer the Liberator of Hungarian homes ap-
peal'd
To the awful Gud of armies when our cohorts took the
field:
And the accents smote the hostile ranks with sadness and
dismay,
Dismal expectations clouding all the pomp of their array.
Chiefs puissant in their titles, Captains hoary in renown,
Soon defeated, fell degraded, by their monarch's sullen

frown;
With the curses of Vienna, and the loathing due to
crime,
Aged Windischgratz descended, the first victim of the
time.

Weldon suffered next the fate that brought confusion to
his face,
With the stigma of remembered boasts fast followed by
disgrace,
He sustained the direst destiny a soldier's heart can feel,
With his marshal's baton broken, and his spurs shorn
from his heel.
Wake, then, aspirants for freedom, gird your loins with
belts of strength,
Wo can fight with double vigour now our swords have
measured length,
Though two despots are united, both their legions we
may stem,
With oar patriotic Gorgey i* and our dauntless ally Bern.
What though Haynau darkens Freeburg with the shadow
of his racks,
Making headsmen his proconsuls, ruling cities with the
axe;
What though Paskewitch all ruthless, like a monster in
his lair,
Steeps the knout in virgin life-streams of the gentle and
the fair;
Though tho Cossacks crop the green wheat, and the
Croats burn the gold,
Bringing death and desolation to the village and the wold,
We can wring full expiation for each wild, barbaric
wrong,
From the wielders of the torch and lance, the gibbet and
the thong.
Lo ! with Aulick on our outposts, and with Klapka it
Comorn,
The tyrannic Coalition we will laugh to very scorn;
With Dembinski as our leader, ever moving in the van,
We'll defy the Russian standards and the banners of the
Ban.

Out then, burgess, out from Raab, rise, 0 Poterwardein
rise
For the sun of freedom's daybreak, see, it reddens in the
skies !
And its rosy glow still symbols as long ages ere the flood,
That the newborn limbs of Liberty are aye baptized in
blood !
Onward, guardians of the crown, that, in the halcyon
days of yore,
Kings whose noble hearts throbbed truth beneath the
royal purple wore,
Good .St. Stephen's holy diadem with gems divinely
bound—
Our rights the sparkling jewels, and our love the golden
round.
Shall they seize that sacred talisman, those minions of
the Czar?
Shall we grovel to their JuggNo ernaut of glory in his car?
! forbid it, each emotion that a freeman's breast can
know,
No ! give audible rebuttal in the swoop of every blow
Up, then, Rouman ! Up, Selavonian ! Up, death-belea-
guer'd &lave 1
Rise, boatmen of the purple Danube, fishers of the
Drave
Bare the brand to save the land on which our hero-
fathers trod!"
Strike ! for Liberty, for Hungary, for Kossuth, and for
God

• Almost a literal transcript from the celebrated
" Orison" uttered by Ludwig Kossuth over the graves of
his compatriots. The preceding stanza is very nearly as
literally translated from his famous "Proclamation."
-1- Before his treasonous submission to the Autocrat
not one of the Magyar captains was more beloved and
honoured by the Hungarians than Arthur GUrgey.

PUNCH.

A RAILWAY ENGINE ENCOUNTERED BY A BULL.—
Oa Thursday night, an engine. with a long train of empty
carriages, was travelling between Loughborough and Derby,
when the engine-driver suddenly perceived a bull, with
head down and tail erect, upon the line, rushing with hot
haste to charge the approaching engine. The darkness of
the night had prevented the driver from perceiving the as-
sailant until the engine was close upon him, and a terrific
shock almost instantaneously followed. ' Several of the
empty carriages were thrown off the line, but the weight of
the engine preserved it from such a discomfiture. The bull,
which was a furious animal, and had long been the terror of
the parish of Normanton, was literally 'knocked to piece.
The line was blocked for some hours, but a telegraphic dis-
patch to Derby brought up a strong body of labourers, and
the carriages were then soon replaced on the line. —Derby
Mercury.
DEATH OF LADY MARIA HOWARD.—We regret
to state that this young lady died on the 20th instant, at
Florence, after a short illness, aged 18. Her Ladyship was
the youngest daughter of the Earl and Countess of Wicklow.
The eldest sister of the deceased married Mr. Charles Law,
sou of the late Recorder of London. This is the third be-
reavement of the kind which the Noble Earl and Countess
have sustained within a short period.
OMNIBUS REFORM.—Yesterday a reduction took
place in the charge of the Clapton and Hackney omnibuses,
the fare being reduced to 3d. "to and from the Bank to
Clapton-square, Hackney." This reduction has long been
required; some few months since the charge being tid.,
even if persons rode only an intermediate distance however
short. At the present fare the ride is cheap and very ac-
commodating, and there is no doubt the locality and public
in general will largely support it.
VERY MEAN.—We hear that an order is about to
issue from the Home-office to the governors of gaols, com-
manding them to make all refractory female prisoners wear
the Bloomer costume.—Puhch.
Two AMERICAN BLOOMERS. Two handsome
Bloomers were on board the Mayflower, bound to Hingham,
a day or two since, and excited much attention; particularly
when they went to the bar and called for a drink!
The Lord Chief Justice of England, Lady Strathe-
den, and the lion. Misses Campbell, are now on a visit to
Lord Brougham at his chateau in Provence.
KOSSUTIL—The men of Westminster appear to be
resolved not to allow the want of a representative common
council to prevent them altogether from giving effect to the
elabo-
rately illiumna wit The
address res,lutious of the enthusiastic ?meeting in favour of Kossuth,
which was heldlatelyhaats
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adoptedted h
appropriate devices in the style of
Among the decorations are monograms,
a'
g
with Kossuths usitials, and the date, together with the arms
thead mssiddie then
of "tx, estruinster, and the following mottoes:—
" The
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is
his Country."
s o nntryand is.
,
dangerous to Tyranny ;" " Not' for Himself
but for
' The addressis now exhibited in the
window of Mr. Sd
aun ers s shop, 6, Charing-chross, where it
ofthi C
attracts much attention.

LONDON, THURSDAY EV

Kossuth comes in for a very handsome compliment
this v.7e,k in the pages of our facetious contemporary.
The principal illustration represents the " Welcome"
accorded to that great man by England—Britamtia
introducing him to the most lively old gentleman in
her dominions, the national lion rubbing up against
the leg of the exile like some colossal semblance of
an ecstatic cat, while Master Toby is making a sa-
laam, not unlike the first half of a summersault, by
way of profound obeisance. The artist may easily
/be recognised as that same comical John Tenniel,
who has for some months been endavouring to
compensate us for the loss of our inimitable
Richard Doyle by a series of very ingenious and
extravagant "initial capitals." Bloomerism, by the
way, is rather tolerably excoriated by the caustic
Fencil of John Leech, the pleasantest of our periodical
caricaturists. In one sketch he gives a group of
Bloomer gentesses lounging, smoking, and drinking
in front of the counter of a public-house—in another
a specimen of the delightful results of the change of
costume in a Bloomer gallantess popping the ques-
tion to a very lackadaisical gentleman—andin yet
another an example of the superiority likely to be
assumed by the then unfair sex in the event of any
such petticoatical revolution. Several of the literary
squibs and jokes contributed to the same current
number of Punch are more than usually droll—as,
for instance, the complaint made by the " Appetite.
of All Nations," and the revival of the sufferings of
the well-known ex-Unprotected.

WILSON'S UTILITARIAN SERIES OF
DIARIES FOR 1852.

Messrs. Wilson and Son, of Cheapside, have just
published their " Utilitarian Series of Diaries " for
the ensuing year. They are of various sizes, and
each size may be had either bound as
,a book for the
table or desk, or done up as a neat pocket-book. The
arrangement of the Diary is admirable.