The miners' express. (Dubuque, Iowa) 1849-1854, 1850-01-02
KOssuth,s Address to his Country,

! more easy and natural channel.
| Kossuth's Address to his Country.
The following is the farewell address of Kos
suth to his country, written at Orsova:
Farewell, my beloved country Farewell,
land of the Magyar! Farewell, thou land of sor-
row! shall never again give the name of my
country to that cherished soil where drank from
my mothers bosom the miks of justice and lib
erty. Pardon, OH pardon him who is hence
forth condemned to wander far from thee, be-
cause he combated 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 Hungary! My last locks
are fixed on my country, and l see thee over
whelmed with blood, the redness of which pitt
less destruction will change to black, the en-
blcm of mourning for the victories thy sons have
gained over the sacrilegious enemies of thy sa-
| cred 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 implore their pity! How much blood has
been shed to testify that the Magyar idolzes 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 sac
religious. o, Almighty Creator if thou lowest
thy people to whom thou didst give victory un-
der our heroic ancestor, Arpad, implorc thee
not to sink them into degradation. | speak to
thee, my country, thus, from the abyss of my de-
spair, and whilst yet lingering on the threshold
filthy soil. Pardon me that a great number of
thy sons have shed their blood for thee on nv
account. pleaded for thee, hoped for thee,
even in the dark moment when on thy brow was
written the whitening word ''Dcspair.'' | lifted
| IN voice in bv hcb,lf ,bo,, may, cold ttI>>
thou slave!' grt the sword about my loins,
and grasped the bloody plume, even when they
said thou at no longer nation on the soil of the
Magyar"
Time has written thy destiny on the pares
Of thy story in yellow and black lettcrs-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 80 much
blood, there is no pity, for does not the tyrant
eat his bread On the hills formed of the bones Of
thy children
The migrate whom thou hast fattened with thy
abundance, he rose against thee; the traitor to
his mother, and destroyed thee utterly. Thou
hast endured all; thou hast not cursed thine OK
lstencc, for in thy bosom, and far above all sor-
row, hope has built her nest.
| Magyars! turn not aside your looks from me,
for the soil on which my lettering steps still wan
| der IS named hungary.
My country, it is not the iron of the stranger
that hath dug thy grave; it is not the thunder of
fourteen nations, all arrayed against thee, that
hath destroyed thee; it is not the fifteenth nation
trayersng the Carpathians, that has forced thee
| to drop thy arms. No! Thou hast been betray
cd; thou hast been sold, my country; thy death
sentence hath been written, beloved of my heart,
by him whose virtue, whose love for thee, new
or dared to doubt. Yes! in the frvor of my
boldest thoughts, should have almost as soon
doubted of the existence Of the Omnipotent as
have believed that he could ever be traitor to
his country. Thou hast been betrayed by him
in whose hands had but little space before
deposited the power of our great country, which
| he sworc to defend, even to the last drop of his
hearts blood He hath done treason to his moth
er, for the glitter of gold hath been for him more
seductive than that of the blood shed to save his
country. Base gain hath more value in his eyes
than his country, and his God hath abandoned
| him, as he had abandoned his God for his allies
| of hell.
N1agyars! Beloved companions, b. lame me
not for having cast mine eyes upc n Ibis man, and
for having given to him my place. 1t Was ne
cessary, for the people had bestowed on him their
confidence; the army loved him, and he obtain
ed power of which 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, peo-
pie Of the Magyars. Curse the beast which did
not first dry up, before it gave him its milk.
idolzc thee, O thou most faithful of the nations
of Europe, as idol;ze the liberty for which thou
hast proudly and bravcly combatted. The God
of liberty will never ctfscc thee from his memo
ry. Maycst thou be forever blcst
My principles have not been those of Wash
ngton; nor yet my acts those of Tell. desired
a free nation-frec man cannot be made but
by God. And thou art fallen; faded as the lilly
but which in another season puts forth its flow
ers still more lovely than before Thou art
dead-for hath not thy winter come On? but it
will not endure so long that of thy companion
under the frozen skies of Siberia Mo- Fifteen
nations have dug thy tomb. But the host of the
sixteenth will come to save thee. Be faithful as
thou hast been even to the present. Conform
to the holy counscls 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 people echo along thy noun
tains, and below in the depths of thy valleys.
! art:"ell. beloved companions Farewell,
comraGits-- !!-countl ;;'nen May the thought of
God, and may the angels of Liberty forever be
with you! Do not curse me. You may we'll be
proud; for have not the liens Of Europe rise:
from their lars to destroy the "rcbcls?'' will
proclaim you to the civilized world as heroes; and
by the freest nation of the carth-the freest of
all free pcople
Farewell, thou land dyed with the blood ofthe
brave! Guard those red marks--they will one
day bear testimony on thy behalf
And thou, farewell, o youthful Monarch of
the Hungarans! Forget not that my nation is
not destined for thee. Heaven inspires me with
the confidence that the day will dawn when it
shall be proved to thee even on the ruined walls
of Buda.
May the Almighty bless thee, my beloved
countrymen!
The French Government prohibited, lately,
the performance of play, because it was too
democratic. A political satire, intending to
ridicule republicanism is allowed to be played
night after night to crowded audiences One
j part of it is designed to be a cutting satire on