The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1849-12-24
KOSSUTH's ADDRESS TO HIS
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kosslIlh to his country, written at Orsova !:
| Farewell, my beloved country Fare
well, land Of the Magyar! Farewell, thou
land Of SORROW! shall never more behold
the summit Of thy mountains. shall new
or again give the name Of my country to that
cherished soil where drank from nv mo.
lher's bosom the milk Of justice and liberty
Pardon, oh pardon him who is hcnceforih
condemned 10 wander far from thee, be-
cause he combalted for thy happiness. Par
don ono who can only call free that spot Of
thy soil where he now kneeIs with few of
the faithful children Of conquered Hungary |!
My last looks are fixed on my country, and
! see thee overwhelmed with anguish. Thy
plains are covered with blood, the redness
Of which pItiless destruction will change to
black, the emblem Of mourning tor The vic
tories thy sons have gained over the sacrile-
gous enemies Of thy sacred soil.
How many grateful hearts have sent their
prayers to the throne of,he Almighty How
many tears have gushed from their very
dcpln 10 implore pity! How much blood
has been shed 10 testify that the Magyar ido-
lies his country, and that he knows how 10
die for il. And yet, land Of my love, thou
ar, in slavery! From thy very bosom viii
be forged the cham to bind all that is sacred,
and aid all that is sacrilegious. o Almighty
Creator, if thou loves, thy people TO whom
thou dIdsl give victory under our heroic an
ces,or, Arpad, i'm pIore thee not to sink
them into degradation. l speak 10 thee, my
country, thus from the abyss Of my despair,
and whilst yet lingering on the Threshold of
Thy soil. Pardon me that a great number
Of thy sons have shed their blood for thee on
my account ! pleaded for thee, hoped
for thee, even in the dark moment when on
thy brow was written the withcring word
despair" ] lifted my voice in thy behalf
when men said, lie thou sIayeT' grt
the sword abou, my loins, and grasped the
bloody plume, even when they said, Thou
a1 no longer nation on the soil Of the Ma-
gyar."
Time has written thy. destiny on the pages
OF thy story in yellow and black letters
Death. The Colossus Of the North has set
seal 10 the sentence. But the glowing iron
OF The Feast shall melt that seal.
For thee, my country, that hast shed so
much blood, there is no pity: for does not the
tyrant eat his bread on the hills formed of
the bones THY children?
The migrate whom thou hast fal,encd
with thy abundance, he rose against thee, The
traitor to his mother, and destroyed thee Ut
icrly. Thou has, endured all; thou hast moi
cursed thine existence, for in Thy bosom, and
far above all sorrow, hope has buih her nest.
Magyars turn not aside your looks from
me, for at this moment mine eyes wilI flow
with tears for you, for the soi!iou which my
lol,erins steps still wander is named lunga-
ry.
My country. i, is not the iron ofthe stran-
ger that hath dug thy grave: j, IS not thun-
der Of fourteen nations. all arraycd against
thee, that hath destroyed thee; and it Is not
the fifteenth nalnn, traversing the Carpathi-
as, that has forced thee to drop thy arms
No Thou hast been BETRAYED; thou hast
been sold. my country; thy dcalh-sentence
has been written. beloved ni my heart, Ivy
him whose virtue, whose love for thee nCy-
er dared To doubt. Yesl in the fervor of
my bollcst thoughts. should have almost
as soon doubted the existence oil the Onpo-
tent, as have believed that he could ever be
a traitor to his country. Thou hast been
betrayed by him in whose hands had bnt
a little space before deposited the power, of
our great country, which he sworc TO defend
even to the last drop of his hearts blond.--
lie hath done treason to his mother; for tho
glitter OF gold hath been for him more SC.
duclivc than that Of the blood shed to save
his country. Base gain had more value in
his eyes than his country, and his God has
abandoned him, as he has abandoned his
allies ofhcl.
Magyars beloved companions! blame me
not for having cast mine eyes on this man,
and for having given TO him my place. 1t
was necessary. fol tho people had bestowed
on him their confidence; the army loved him:
and he obtained power of which myself
would have been proud. And nevertheless.
this man has belicd the confidence Of the
nation, and has repaid the love of the army
wilhhatrcd. Curse him. people ofthc Mag
vars Curse the breast which did not first
dry up before it gave him its milk. idol
izc thee. o thou most faithful of The nations
Of Europe. as ldolize the liberty for which
thou hast proudly and bravely comhatted.--
The God Of liberty will never cfface thee
from his memory. Maycst thou be fnrever
blcst
My principles have not been those of
Washington; nor yet my acts those of Tell.
| desire a free natlon-frce as a man can
not be made but by God. And thou art IaI
len; faded as the lily. but which in another
season puts forth its flowers still mnrc lovely
than before. Thou art dead: for hath not
thy winter CONGO nj but it will not endure
50 long rs that or thy companions under the