Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1849-12-13
Kossuth's Address to his Coun-
try.


land of the Magyar Farewell, thou land of
sorrow | shall never more behold the sum-
nit of thy mountains. | shall never again
give the name of my country to that cher
ished soil where | drank from my mothers
bosom the milks ofjustice and liberty. Par
don, oh ! pardon him who is henceforth
condemned to wander far from thee, be-
cause he combatted for thy happiness
Pardon one who can only call free that spot
of thy soil where he now kneels with few
of the faithful children of conquered Hun
gary My last looks are fixed on my coun-
try, and see thee overwhelmed with an
guish. Thy plains are covered with blood,
the redress Of which, pittiless destruction
will change to black, the emblem of mourn
ing 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 Almighty -
How many tears have gushed from their
very depth TO mplore pity How much
blood has been shed to testify that the Mag
var dolises his country, and that 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 to aid all that is sacrei.
gious. o Almighty Creator, if thou low
est thy people to whom thou ddst give VIC
tory under our heroic ancestor Arpad,* !
implore thee not to sink them into degrade.
ton. | speak to thee, my country, thus,
from the abyss Of my despair, and whilst
yet lingering Oh the threshold Of thy soil
Pardon me that great number of thy sons
have shed their blood, for thee on my ac-
count. | pleaded for thee, hoped for thee,
even in the darkest moment, when on thy
brow was written the whitening word Des-
pair" lifted my voice in thy behalf when
men said, BE thou slave" | girt the
sword about my loius, and grasped the
bloody plume, even when they said, "Thou
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 letters
Death. The Colossus of the North has set
his seal to the sentence. 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 docs not
the tyrant eat his bread on hills formed of
the bones Of thy children?
The migrate whom thou hadst fattened
with thy abundance, he rose against thee ;
he rose against thee, the traitor to his moth
or, and destroyed thee utterly. Thou hast
endured all thou hast not cursed thine cx-
istence, for in thy bosom, and far above all
sorrow, hope has built her nest.
Magyars! turn not aside your looks from
me, for at this moment my eyes flow with
tears for you, for the soil on which my tot
tering steps are still wandering, is named
| Hungary.
My country, it is not the iron of the
stranger that has dug thy grave; it is not
the thunder of fourteen nations, all arrayed
against thee, that hath destroyed thee and
it is not the fifteenth nation, :raversing the
Carpathians, 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 nv
heart, by him whose virtue, whose love for
thee | never dared to doubt. Yes In the
icryor of my bo!dcst thoughts, should al
most as soon doubted of the existence of
the Omnipotent as have believed that he
could ever he traitor to his country. Thou
hast been betrayed by him in whose hands
bad but little space before deposited the
power of our great country. which he swore
to defend even to the last drop of his hearts
blood He hath done treason to his mother
J for the glitter Of gold hath to him been
) more seductive 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 had abandon.
ed his God for his allies of hell.
Magyars! beloved companions, blame me
not tor having cast mine eyes upon this man
and for having given him my place. 1t was
necessary, for the people had bestowed upon
him their confidence the army loved him
: ard he obtained power of which mvsel
would have been proud. And nevertheless.
this man has bclied the confidence Of the
nation, and has repaid the love of the arm,
with hatred Curse him, people of the Mag
vars Curse the breast which did not frs
4. dry up before it gave him It's milk. idol
/ ize thee, O thou most faithful Of the nation.
OF Europe, as idolIze the liberty for whicl
thou hast proudly and bravely commended
The God Of Liberty will never efTace thee
from his memory. Mayest thou be foreve
blest
My principles have not been those O
r Washington, nor yet my acts those of Tell
desired free nation-free as man canno
be but by God And thou art fallen: ladec
as the lily, but which in another season put.
forth lis flowers still more lovely than be-
fore. Thou art dead-fur hath not III,
winter come on but it will not endure Sc
long as that of thy companion under the fro
zen sky of Siberia, MOI Fifteen nation.
have dug thy tomb, but the hosts of the six
teenth will come to save thee. Be faithful
as thou hast been even to the present. Con
form 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 liberatino
people echo along thy mountains, and bel.
low in the depth of thy valleys.
Farewell, beloved companions Fare.
well, comrades !-countrymen May the
thought of God, and may the angels of lib.
erly forever be with you Do not curse me
You may well be proud; for have not the
lions of Europe risen from their airs to de-
stroy the rebels 2 l will proclaim you to
the civilized world as heroes; and the
cause of an heroic people will be cherished
by the ireest nation on the earth-the ireest
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