Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1851-11-06
Kossuth,s Farewell Addres. t. Hungary.

The New York Asmonean gives a copy of the fare
well address of Kossuth to Hungary, which is among
the documents contained in Capt. Korns newest Chron-
icle Of the Magyars. II appears in the book " that be-
fore Kossuth's departure from the Hungarian soil, he
kneIt down upon it, opened his arms as If he would en-
brace It's fields. kissed the earth moisiencd and sancTiied
bv the blood Of its most valuable children, and after ad.
dressing a short prayer to the DisPoser Of all events, he
pronounced the following
FAREWELL ADDRESS TO HUNGARY.
@ with thee. my beloved Fatherlandl God with
thee, land Of the Maeyars! Gud with thee, land
of torturesl I shall nt he able TO behold the SUBMITS
nf rhy mountains; no more shall / he able TO call my
FatherIand the soil, where, on the mothers heart / i'm.
bibed the milk Of Freedom and Justice 10
'Pardon me, my Fatheriand, me who am condemned
to wander about far from thee, because | strove for thy
welfare. Pardon me who no more call any thing free,
than me small space. where | am now kneeling down
with a few Of thy sons. My looks fall upon thee. o,
pnor Fatherland! ! see thee bent down with snfierings!
I now turn them TO fuiuriiy. the future is nothing hut a
great grief Thy plains are moistened with crimson
gore. which will soon he blackened by unmerciful devas-
tation and destruction, as il to mourn over the number.
less conqnests which thy sons have achieved over the &C.
cursed enemies Of thy hallowed soil. How many CRATE
FIJI hearts lifted up their prayers to the Throne of the
Almighty! How many tears have flown. which wonld
even have moved Hell TO compassion. How many
streams Of blood have run. as proofs, how the Hungari-
an loves his Fafherland, and how he can die for il! and
vet hast ihou. beloved Fatherland beceme a slave!'
THY beloved sons are chained and dragged away
like slaves, destined TO fefter again everything that is
holy: To become serviceable 10 all that is unholy! D
Lord. il thou lowest thy people. whose heroic ancestors
thou didsf enable To conquer under Arpad. amidst so
MANIFOLD danger~. l beseech Thee, and l implore Thee
o humble il not"
Behold, INV dear Faiherland, thus speaks TO thee thy
son in the whirlwind of troubles and despair, on thy Ut
most boundary.
Pardon me, il the great nnmber Of thy sons have shei
their blood for nv sake. or rather for thine, because |
was their representatives: because / protected thee,
when on thv brow was written in letters OF hlood the
word DANCER " hecanse |. when IL was called unto
thee. Be- n Slave" took up the word fer thee; because
| girded on my SWORD when the enemy had the audaclty
to say: Z" Thou ant no moro a nation " IN the land OF the
Magyar,
With gigantic PAGES time rolled on. with black. yell
low letters Fate wrote on the pages OF thy history
- Death :" and To stamp the seal upon it. it called the
Northern Colossus 10 assist. But the reddening Morn
ing dawn Of the Soufh will melt this seal!
Behold. my dear Fatherland, for thee, who hast shed
50 much Of thv blood. there Is not even compassion; be-
cause On the hills. which are lowered up Dy the bones OF
thy fallen sons. tyranny earns for bread.
o see. my dear Faiherland the ungrateful. whom
thou didst n"mrish from The fat Of thy plentitude. has
turned against thee. against thee has turned the traitor,
10 destroy thee from head 10 the sole of thy foot! But
ihou noble nation. hast endured all this, thou hast mt
cursed thy fate, because in thy bosom over all suffering
HoPE is enshrined.
Ma-vars turn vonr looks not away from ME fdf
even at this moment nv tears flow only for you, and the
s"il on which I am kncrlins yet bears vour name!
Thou art fallen, trIresf Of nations! Thou art thrust
down under thine own blow not the weapon of a foreign
enemy. which has dug thy grave; not the cannons oi
the many nations. VIII" were brought up against thee
they have toffered back AT THY Love to tine Fatherland !!
not the Muscoveres. who crawled over the KarPathItes
have compelled thee, tn. lay down thine arms. o no
sold thou vast, dear Fatierland. Thy sentence Of
death. beloved Fatnerland was written by him, whose
love In his country | never questioned for a moment. In
the bold flight Of my thoughts. | would rather have
'iouIted the existence of a good man that I should have
thought, no could have become the traitor Of his Father
land
And thou hast been betrayed by him, in whose hands
a few days ago / laid the government of our country.
who has sworn TO defend thee with the last drop OF his
blood. He became n traitor to his country. bee use the
color Of gold was dearer to him than that Of blood
which was shed for the independence of The Fatherland.
The p%rofane metal had in his eyes more value, than the
Holy God Of his land. who lorsook him. when he enter
ed into a covenant with the associates Of the Devil,
Magyars my dear fellow.son Of the sans country /!
Do not accuse me becansc I was compelled to cast my
eye on this man. and TO vacate my place for him. l was
hliged TO do So, because the people PLACID confidence IN
him. because the army loved him. and he had already
10 such a position, in which he could have prov
ed hs fidelity and yet that man abused the confidence
Of the nation. and in return for the love oil his nation
treated them with contempt!
Curse him, people OF the Mseyars! curse the heart.
which did not dry up. when il attempted to nourish HIM
with the moisture OF life
| love thee, Europe's truesi nation as l love the free
for which thou fought so bravely! The God OF lib
will never blot YOU ont from his memory. Be bless
ed fur evermore! My principles were those Of Washing
though my deeds were not those Of William Tell +!
| wished for a free nation, free like God only can create
thou art dead, because thy winter has arrived
W. N'1 WI hh rs - f"- - NJ
ishing under the icy sky Of Siberia. No, fifteen ma.
lions have dug thy grave, the thousands Of the 10th will
arrive. 10 save thee!
Be faithful as hitherto, keep 10 the holy sentences Of
the Bible, pray for thy liberation. and then chaunt thy
rational hymns, when thy mountains rs-eeho the thunder
IF the cannons of thy hherafors! God with you. dear
and fellow sufferers! The angels of God and
Il liberty he with you. You may still he proud for the
Lon Of Europe had to he aroused. to conquer the rebelsi
The whole civilized world has admired you as heroes,
Ind the canse OF the heroic nations will be supported by
he freest of the free nations on earth.
God with thee. sacred soili drenched with the blood
IF so many Of thy noble sons. Preserve these sacred
pots. that they may give evidence before the world for
you. before the people, that will come to your succor!
God no with thee, young King of the Magyars, forget
that thy nation has not elected thee, There lives in
ne still the hope that a day will come. on which you
will see the confirmation OF the word-if it even be on
he Ruins Of Buda!
The blessing of the Almighty, my dear nation, rest
lpon thee. BELiEvE-LovI-and-HorE"
Hair B,auched by Sudden Fear.