The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1849-12-15
KOSsulh's Farewell Address.

The following is the farewell address Of
kossuIh to his country written at Orsovn;-
90 Easewnll, nay holarad- calntfy Fare.
well, land of the Magyar Farewell, thou
land Of sorrow shall never more behold
the summit Of Thy mountains slinl never
again give the name of my country a. tnni
cherished soil where drank from my moth.
ct's bosom the milks Of justice aud liberty
Pardon, ola pardon Fin who In hcucriurlh
condemned To wander i,r from Thee because
lac conhatcd for Thy happiness. Pardon one
who cnn only Gull free lhat spot of thy soil
where lac now kuccls with n few of tho faith
iiIl children ofcuuqucrcd Hungary My last
looks nrc fixed on my country, aud see thee
overwhelmed With anguish. | look into the
future but that future IL oVcrshndowud. Thy
plains are covered with blood, the rcdncss
o' which pitlcss destruction will change to
black, the emblem of mourning for the vic
tories Thy sons hive gained over the sAcrlc-
gious enemies of Thy sacred soil.
How many grateful hearts have sent their
prayers to the throne of tho Almighty How
many tears hive gu-hcd from their very depth
to imllotc pity, How uurhblGod hns been
shed to testify thHl tho Magyar ldol2cs his
r--r-r1, 4.alA a! Lax IL
And yet, lnud of my love, thou mr.; IN slavery!
From Thy very bosom will be forged the chain
TO bind NIL that IL sacred, and to aid MI that
il sacrlcgious. q Almighty Creator. it thou
lowest Thy people tn whom thou didst give
victory under our heroic ancestor, Arpnd, |
mplorr thee not Ia sink them into dcgrndn.
non. speak TO thee, my country, thus from
the abyss Of my despair, and whilst Yet lin
gerlng on the threshold of Thy soil. Pardon
mo TINT grent number Of Thy sons hive
shed their blood for thee on my account. |
pleaded for thec--l hoped for thcc,cv in The
dn'k iritncrt FriitN cyl 'i,g t,g.u was. written
the wiIheriug word Despair lifted my
voice in thy behalf when rru said BE thou
"a slnvo.' grit the sword about my loius,
md Erasped the bloody pltiuir ever, when
they said, Thou art no longer nation on
thu soil OF the Magyar
Time has written thy destiny on the pngos
of Thy story ia yellow aud black letters
Death. The Colossus Oft Gorth Inns SCI
his seal to Tire SENTENCE But tho glowing
iron OF the east shall melt ,hnt seal.
For thee, my country, that hust she'd So
uuct blond, there il no pity, for durs not
the lyrant ent his brend on the hills formed
ut the hnues efJhy children p
Tie migrate whom thou hndst fnttoucd
with Thy abundance, lac rose against thee, the
traitor TO his mothrr,an destroyed ihcu Ut
tcriy. Thou hnst endured all; thou hast not
cursed thine existence for IN lhy busoul, aud
fhr nbovo all sorrow, hope has built her mesh
Mugynrs! turn uot aside ynur-tVsEs from
me- tor al this moment mine eyes flow with
tears for you, for the soil on which NY tot.
teriug steps sill wander is named Hungary.
My country, It lS'not the iron ct the stTHu-
ger Tint bath dug Thy grave; It IL not tho thun-
der of fourteen nations, all nrrnycd against
thee, IhHt hnth destroyed thee; aud II Is not
TIN Httruuth uaTTuu travprsing tho Corpmihi-
ans, TINT Inns forced G,rr to drop thy arms.
No; thou hast heen betrayed; lheu l,asi hem
sold, my cuunlryi thy death -elirncc hnIh
been written, beloved Of my heart, Toy him
whose virtue, whose love for iheel never
dared "a .la4ll4i-.-NrA- The fetvor Of my
bul.lest thoughts | shond have utruTrt- MS
soon doubted nj the existence OF the Omnip