Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-12-31

.s. RAVENNA, OHIO, M0NDA rs DECEMBER 81, lS49 &
sKesspIh's Address to his Country.

kesspIA's Address to his Country. :
r 1 lhe following IS llie farewell address OF
Kossuth TO his country, written al Orsoya:
II Farewell, my beloved country! Fare.
well, lando' the Magyar! Farewell, thou
land OF sorrow! shall never more behold
the summit Of thy mountains. shall ney.
er ugain give the name ofmy country 10
soil where drank from my
bosom the mifks Of justice and lib
erty. Pardon, eh! pardon him who is
condemned to wander far from
thee, because he compa ted for thy hnppi-
ness. Parnon one who can only call free
I6e1 lhy soil whore he pow kneels
wiEh q lev 0a astil< faith hIsl Chi Bred nf COZ.
quered Hungary My last looks are fas.
tened on my country, and see thee over
with anguish. Thy plains are
covered with blood, the redness Of which
pitiless destruction will change 10 black,
the emblem of mourning for the victories
thy sons have gained over the sacreligious
enemies of thy sacred soil.
How many grateful hearts have sent
their,prayers to the throne of the Almigh-
tw How many tears have gushed from
their very depths 10 implore pity! How
much blood has been shed to testify that
the Magyar idellzes his country, and tina,
he. knows how to die for IT, 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 10 aid
all that is sacreliginus. y, Almighty
Creator, il thou lowest thy people to whom
thou dldst give victory under our heroic
ancestor, Arpad. limplore thee not 10 sink
them into degradation. speak to thee,
my country, thus from the abyss of my
despair, and whilst YET lingering on the
of thy soil. Pardon me that q
grea, number OF thy sons have shed Their
blood for thee on my account. ! pleaded
Tor thee, hoped for thee, even in the
dark moment when on thy brow was writ
leu the withering word despair | lifted
us voice in thy behalf when men said,
BE thou sluve." l gir. the sword aboul
my lolns and grasped the bloody plume,
even when they said, '.Thou arl no longer
n nation on the soil of the Magyar
Time has written thy destiny on the
pages of thy story in yellow and black let.
The Colossus OF the north
has SET his seal TO the sentence. But the
glowing iron Of the east shall mel. that
SEAL. -,se
For thee, my country, that has shed so
much blood, there Is no pity; for does nol
the ~ rant eat his bread ON the hills formed
of tfls bones of 1hy chIidrena --=s =
The migrate whom thou hast fattenee
with thy abundance, he rose against thee;
he rose against thee, the traitor to his mo.
,her, and destroyed theea utterly. Thou
hast endured all; thou hast not cursed
thine existence; for in the bosom, and far
above al! sorrow, hope has bull, her nest.
Magyars! turn not aside your looks
from ME, for at this moment mine eyes
flow with tears for you, for the soil on
which my iottering steps still wander is
named Hungary.
My country, is it not the iron of the
stranger that hath dug thy grave; is it not
the thunder of fourteen, nations, al, arrayed
against thee, that hath destroyed thee; and
is it not the fifteenth nation, traversing the
Oarpalhians, that has forced thee TO drop
thy arms. No! thou hast been betrayed;
thou. hast been sold, my country; thy
death sentence hath been written, beloved
of my heart, by him whose virtue, whose
love for thee l never dared to doubt
Y Yes; in the fervor Of my boldest thoughts,
should have almost as soon doubted OF
he existence of The Omnipotent as have
believed that he could ever be traitor to
MS country. Thou hast been betrayed by
hin in whose hands had but little space
before deposited the power Of our great
which he swore to defend, even to
he last drop Of bis hearts blood. He
aath done treason to his mother; for the
glitter of gold hath been for him more So.
]uctive than that of the blood shed TO save
mis- country. Base gain had more value
in his eyes than his country; and his God
has abandoned him, as he had abandoned
his Gud for his allies Of hell.
Magyars! Beloved companions, blame
me not for having cast mine eyes upon this
man, and for having given to him my
place. 1t was necessary, for the people
had bestowed on him their condolences; the
army loved him, and he obtained power
nr whic myself would have been proud.
And, nevertheless, this man has belied the
confidence of the nation, and has repaid
The love Of the army with hatred. Curse
him, people Of the Magyars! Curse the
breast which did not first dry up before it
gave him its milk. idolize thee, o thou
most faithful of the nations Of Europe, as
idolize the liberty for which thou hast
proudly and braveIy combatted. The God
of liberty will never efface thee from bis
Mayest thou be forever bles!!
My principles have not been those of
Washington; nor yet my acts those Of
Tell. desire free nation-free as
man cannot be made but by God. And
thou ar, fallen; faded as the lilly, bu,
which in another season puts forth its
flowers still more lovely than before
Thou art deod; for hath no. thy winter
come on? But it will not endure so long
as that Of thy companion under the frozen
sky Of Siberia. No! Fifteen nations
have dug thy tomb. But the host Of the
sixteenth will come to save thee. Be faith.
fol. as thou hast been even to the present.
Conform to the holy counsels Of the Bible.
Lift up thy heart in prayer for the departed;
but do not raise thine own hymn until thou
nearest the thunders OF The liberating peo-
pie echo along thy mountains, and below
in the depth OF thy valleys.
Farewell, beloved comPanions! Fare.
Al.