The republic. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1849-1853, 1849-12-04
Roman States.
Kossuth's Address 10 his Country.

The following IL the farewell address Of Kossuth
TO his country, written at Orsova:
Farewell, my beloved country Farewell, land
Of the Magyar! Farewell, thou land Of sorrowi !
shall never more behold the summit of thy noun
tains. | shall never again give the name Of my
country TO that cherished soil where / drank from
my mothers bosOm the milks Of Justice and libcr-
~. Pardon, OH pardon him who il henccforth
condemned 10 wander far from thee, because he
cOmbattcd for thy happiness. Pardon one who can
only call free that spot of thy soil where he now
kuccls with a few Of the faithful children of con-
qucrcd Hungary My last looks are fixed ON my
country, and sec thee overwhelmed with anguish.
Thy plains arc COZ cred with blood the rcdncss of
which pitilcss destruction will change 90 black the
emblem Of mourning for the victories thy sons
have gained over the sacrlegiOus enemies Of thy
sacred soil.
How many grateful hearts have sent their prayers
10 the throne Of tn Almighty How many tears
have gushcd from their very depth b. imporc pity!
How much blood hls been shed a. testify that the
Magyar idolizes his country, and that he knows
how To die for IT, Aud yet, land Of my love thou
art IN slavery From thy ,ery bosom will be forged
the chain 10 bind all that r. sacred and 10 aid all
that b. sacrilClrious. Almighty Creator IL thou
lowest thy people 30 whom thou didst give victory
under oar heroic ancestor, Arpad, implorc thee
not e. sink them into degradation. speak 10 thee,
my country, thus from the abyss Of my despair,
aud whilft yet lingering on the threshold Of thy
soil. Pardon me that a great number Of thy sons
have shed their blood f0r thee on my account
moment when on thy brow was written the withcr.
ing word Despair" ! lifted my voice Ina thy be-
half when men said, ''Bc thou saver' girt thc
sword about my loin-, and graspcd the bloody
plume even when they said, Chou art no longer
a nation Oh the soil Of thc Magyar"
Time has written thy destiny on the pages Of thy
story in yellow and black letters Death. The Go.
lOsss u tho North has set his seal to the sentence
Bot the glowing iron Of the East shall melt that
zeal.
For thee, my country, that has shed 20 much
blood. there is pity Tor does the tyrsnt eat
his bread on the hills formed Of the bones Of thy
children,
The migrate whom thou had-t fattcncl with thy
abundance, hD rose against thee; hc rose against
thee the traitor 10 his mother, and destroyed thee
utterly. Thou hast endured all; thou hast not
cursed thine existence for in thy bosom, and far
above all sorrow, hope has built her nest.
Magyarsl turn not asidc your looks from me, for
at this moment mine eyes will flow with tears fOr
| you, iOr the soil on which my lettering steps still
/ wander is named Hungary.
My country, il is not the iron ofthc stranger that
hath dug thy grave; il is not the thunder Of four
teen nations, al arrayed against thee that hath de-
stroycd thee; and Il j. the fifteenth nation
ycrsing the Carpathians, that has forced thee e
drop thy arms. Mo- Thou hast been betrayed
/ thou hast been sold, my country; Thy death sen
| tcncc has been written, beloved Of my heart, by
him whose virtue whose love for thee ! never dared
70 doubt Yes in the icrvOr OF my bodest thoughts
/ should have almost A. soon doubted Of the exist
| encc Of the OmnipOtcnt, as have believed that hi
! could ever DC traitor to iis country. Thou has
1 been betrayed by him in whose hands had but
little space before deposited the power Of our grca
country, which he sworc 10 defend even 10 the lhs
drop of his hearts blood. lie hath done treason Il
his mothers for the glitter Of gold hath been for hin
more seductive than that of the blood shed 10 say,
/ his country. Base gain had more value in his cyc
] than his country, and his God has abandoned him
az nc has abandoned his God for his allies Of hell
I Magyars! beloved companionsl blame me not lO
having cast mine eyes upon this man, and for hay
ing given 20 him my place. II was necessary for
I the people had bestowed on him their confidence
tho army loved him, and he obtained power o
| which myself would have been proud. And never
thcless, this man has belicd the confidence II tb'
nation, aud has repaid the love Of the army will
hatred. Curse him, people ofthe Magyars' Curse th,
breast which did not first dry up before il gave hin
IT. milk. idOlzc thee q thou most faithful of th'
nations 81 Europe, a. idOlzc the liberty for which
,hou hast proudly and bravely combated The Coo