Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1851-11-04
FAREwp1n ADDRESS OF KossUTn

FAREWRn ADDRESS OF KOSSUTH
no HUNGARY. -
A value correspondent Of The Asmonedn,
M. H. Bfesslnu, Esq, some time since pla-
Iced al our disposal several extracts from
talented work then about 10 beapublished In
! London. BY Hungarian o'rcligionist, Cap
tain Philip Korn, under the lille,ofihe New
est Chronicle Of the Mugyars, Naeste
j Chronic der Mdgyaren,) among which doc.
umen.s we find one particularly apposite
and interesting q, this moment, and feeling
THAT The pa.hos and fire ofthe Germanis per-
fecly unuanslalable, we have given, for the
!, behei, Of our numerous German readers,
\ besides the translation, literal copy Of the
4 loFiginal. Conscious OF the sympathy they
/ tIenterlain for poor Hungary and its martyrs,
. we are assured upon reading in Teuloni's
/ vigorous strains The patriots farewell Ab-
! schied) 10 his Fatherland, their solicilude
: will be increased TO greet the illuslrous ex.
5 lie in manner suitable TO his merits and
compatible with the great position this ma.
lion holds as The palladium Of Liberty.
5 Ia The work alluded TO, Captain Korn
states, before Kossu,h's departure from Hun
Igarian soil, he knell down upon 1t, opened
S his arms as If ne would embrace lis fields,
s kissed the earth moislened and sancti6ed by
i the blood OF lis most valuable children and
S after addressing ashoft prayer to The Dis,
r poser Of all events, he pronounced the lol-
:. lowing eloquent
!. FAREWELL TO THE FATHERLAND,
: God be with thee, my beloved Father
land God be withathee, Fatherland Of the
g Magyars God be with thee, land Of tor.
y lures | shall not be able 10 behold the
i summits Of thy mountains; no more shall
y | be able 10 call my Faiherland soil
G where, on the mothers heart ini0g she
J milk Of Freedom and Justice Pardon me
n my Fatherand, me who am condemned te
e wander abou, FAR from. the, because strov'
Is in ,hy welfare. Pardon me who no NOR
'l calls anything free, bul the small space
le where am now kneeling down with iev
20 of Thy sons. My looks fall upon thee, Oh
poor Fa,herand see thee bent dow
ed with sufferngs | now turn them to lutu'
70 rily, thy Future is nothing but great grief
d. Thy plains are moistened with crimson gore
which will soon be backened by unmerc
d. rul devastation and destruction, as if 10 mour
he over the numbcrless conquests which IN
od Sons have achieved over the accursed ent
mics of ,hy hallowed soil, How man
81 greullul hearts lifted up their prayers to th
n Throne of The Almighty How many teal
i'll have flowed, which would even have move
ut He'll TO compassion! How many stream
-. ofblood have run, as proofs, how the Hun
=" parian loves his Fatherland, and how he ca
die for it and yet hast thou, beloved Faith
erland, become slave!
Thy beloved sons are chained and drag
''S ged away like slaves, destined 10 fe!ter agai
It'' everything that is holy to become service
able 10 all .ha, is unholy o Lord if tho
lowest thy people, whose heroic ancestor
B. Thou didst enable to conquer under Arpat
amid so manifold dangers, beseech TINT
and implore Thee. o humble il not
nd Behold, my dear Fa.herland, thus spea
10 thee thy son, in the whirlwind oflroublt
si- and despair, on thy utmost boundary
= = Pardon me, if the great number of th
~ sons have shed their blood for my sake,
,"' rather for thine, because | was their repr
49, sentative because pro ,ected thee, VIII
on Thy brow was written in letters OF blot
a, The word " DANGER" because |, when it W
az called unto lhce, " Be Slave" took up I
sword for thee because girded on r
40, sword when the enemy had the audacity
-. say :" Thou art no more a nation " in
!" land Of the Magyars
an. With gigantic PAGES time rolled on, W
nee black-yeIlow letters Fate wrote on The
ges OF thy history Death !" ard 10 sla
the seal upon ii, it called the Northern
nm. lossus 10 assist. But tho rcddening Mo-
MS ing dawn of the South will met this seal !
Behold, my dear Fatherand, for thee, W
md hast shed so much Of thy blood, there is
even ccmpussion; because on the hi
mel which are lowered up by the bones of I
fallen sons, Tyranny earns her bread.
o sec my dear Falherland the ungro
and ful, whom thou didst nourish from tho fal
Thy plenlilude, has turned against thee,
and gainst thee has turned the traitor, to desu
thee from the head to the sole Of thy for
Ilin But thou, noble nation, hast endured all I
thou hast not cursed thy fate, because in I
bosom over all suffering, IloPE is enshrin
and Magyars turn your looks not away fr
m e for even al this moment my tears fl
and only for you, and The soil on which
kneeing, yet bears your name Thou
and thrust down under thine own blow not
weapon of foreign enemy, which has d
thy grave; no, the cannons Of the natiol
and who were brought up agains! thee-th
have totered back at the Love 10 thy Fa
ion, erland not the Muscovtes, who crawl
eek, over the Carpalhans, have compelled tn
10 lay down thine arms. 0 no sold II
ems vast, dear Falherland. Thy sentence
J death, beloved Faiherland, was written
him whose love 10 his country never qu
ior- toned for a moment In The bold flight
t my thoughts, would rather have doub
lonl the existence of good man than thar
could have thought he could have becol
ison the lrailoi Of his FaIherIand.
my And thou hast been betrayed by him,
whose hands few days ago laid the g