The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-12-08

clent date, altered on account Of Hlisun
Outstanding without importance.
The A mba sador OF the United States
received the frank and loyal declaration
with entire cordlaIty.
Hungary.
KossuTH's ADDRESS TO HIS COUNTRY.
The following is the farewell address
Of kossuth to his countvy, written a: OF
sova.
Farewell, my beloved country. Fare
well, land of the Magyar! Farewell,
thou land of sorrow shalt never more
behold the summit of thy mountains. /
shall never again give the name of my
country to that cherished soil where l
drank from my mothers bosom the mllks
OF justice and liberty. Pardon. oh par
don him who Is henceforth condemned
to wander far from thee, because he com
batted for thy happiness Pardon one
who can only cali free that spot OF thy
soil where he now kneps with few OF
thu faithful children of conquered Hun
gary! My last looks are fixed on my
country. and / see thee overwhelmed
with anguish. look into the future,
but that future is overshadowed. Thy
plains are covered with blood, the red
ness Of which destru ction will change to
black the emblem OF mourning for the
victories thy sons have gained over the
sacriigious enemies of thy sacred soil.
How many grateful hearts have sent
their prayers 10 the throne Of The slmigh
tv How many tears have gushed rom
their very depth to impIore pity! How
mach blood las oecn shed to testify that
the Magyar idoI,ses his country, and that
he knows how to die for 1t, And yet,
land OF my love, thou art IN Slavery!
From thy very BOSOM will be forged the
chain TO bind all that is sacred and to
aid all that is sacr-Iigious. 0 Almighty
Creator, if tbon lowest thy people to
whom thou dldst give victory under our
herorc ancestor Arpad,* | imp!ore thee
not to sink them into degradation. l
speak 10 thee, my country, thus from the.
abyss Of my despair. and whilst vet lin
gtring on the threshold ofthy soil. Par
don me that great number of thy sons
have shed their blood for thee on my at
count. IpIeadpd fol- thee, hoped for
thee, even in the dark moment when on
my brow was written the wi,hering
word drspair' l lifted my voice IN thy
behalf whenthey said 'pe thou slave" |
glrt the sword about my loins, and |
graspcd The bloody plume, even when
they said, Chou art no longer nation
on The soil of the Magyar"
Time has written thy destiny On the
pages Of thy story in yellow and
black lctterS-Dealh. The Colossos OF
the North has set his seal to the sem
tence. But the glowing iron Of the East
shall melt that seal.
For thee, my country, that has shed so
much blood, there is no pity, for does
moi the tyrant eat his bread on the hills
farmed ofthe bones OF thy children.
The migrate whom thou hast fa,tened
with thy abundance; he arose AGAINST
thee, he rose against thee: the traitor to
his mother, and destroyed thee utterly.
Thou hast endured all: thou hast not ours
ed thine existence, for in thy bosom, and
far above all sorrow, hope has built her
nest.
Magyars. turn not aside your looks
Fl ON me, for at this moment mine eyes
flow with tears for you for the soil OF
which my tolterlng step, wander is ma
med Hungary.
Ny country; it is not the iron of he
stranger that hath dug thy grave; it is
not the thunder of fourteen nations, all
arrayed aeains. thee, that hath Destroy
ed thee; and it is not the fifteenth ma
ton trav-rsing the Carpathians that has
forced thee to drop thy arms. No. Thou
hast been betrayed; thou hast been sold,
My country thy deathsentence hath
been written, beloved of my heart by
him whose virtue, whose love for thee |
never dared to doubt Yes, in the fer.
vor of my bold-st tho u4hts, should al
mos, as soon doubted oil the existence o!
the Omnipot ent as have believed that he
could ever he traitor to his country.
Thou hast been betrayed by HIM in who's
hands ] had bu! little space before de-
posted the power of eur great country,
which he swore to defend, even to the
last drop ofhis heart blood. He hath
done treason to his mother; fer the gilt
ter OF gold hath been for him more seduc
tive than that Of The blood shed to save
lis country. Base gain had more value
in his eyes than his country. and his
God has abandoned him as he had aban-
doned his God for his allies olhell.
Magyars! Beloved companions, blame
me not for having cast mine eyes on this
man, and Tor having given to him my
place. 1t was necessary, for the people
had bestowed on HIM their confidence;
the army loved him and he obtained a
power of which myself would have
been proud. And, nevertheless this man
belied the confidence of the nation and