New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-10-27
Ko.su;h's Farewell Address TO Hungary.

hungarian soil, he knet down upog II, opened his
arms as # he would embrace Is feis. kissed the
earth moistened and ssnctided by the blood of It's
most valuable children, and after addressing short
PRAYER to the Dsposer Of all evens, he pronounced
The following eloquent Address tAsmonean.
God with thee. my beloved Faiherland God with
thee, Faihetland OF the Maysars God with thee,
land of tortures shall not be able to behold the
SUBMITS OF thy mountains no more sndu oe doIe
to call Fatherland the soil, where, on the moth
er's heart lmbibed the mix of Freedom and Jus
tlce
PARDON me, my Fatherand, me who am con,
demned to wander about far from thee because
strove for thy welfare. Pardon me VINO no more
call any thing free than the small space where am
now kneeiing down with few OF thy sons NY
looks fall upon thee. o poor Fatherland see 'nee
bent down with suflerlngs, now Turn them 10 III
turty thy Future Is nothing but great grief thy
plains are moistened with crimson gore winch VIII
soon be blackened by unmerolul devastation ana
obstruction, If to mourn over the numoeress con-
quests which thy sons have achieved over the ac-
cursed enemies of thy hallowed soil. How many
grateful hearts lifted up their prayers to the Throne
Of the Almighty How many tears nave no"n
which would even have moved Hell to compassion :
How many streams of blood nave run, as PROOFS,
how the Hungarian loves his Fatherand, and no"
he can de for and yet hast thou beloved father
land become slave,
Thy beloved sons are chained ana dragged awe!
like slaves destined to eter again everything 'ha'
is holy to become servlcedble 10 all mat Is UNI
holy o Lord, If thou lowest thy people, whose
heroic ancestors thou dids enable 10 conquer uhuef
Arpad, amid so MANIFOLD dangers, oeseech ihee'
and Impore Thee, humble 1t not -
Behold nv dear Fatherland, thus speaks to thee
thy son ia the whlrwind of troubles and despair Oh
thy utmost boundary rs, - -
shed then blood for my sake, or rather for TIME,
because | was their representative because pro-
tecied thee when Oh thy brow was written III rev
tiers OF blood the word :" DANGER" because l, when
u WAS called unto thee. - Be slave" took up the
word for thee, because | girded on my SWORD
when the enemy had the audaclty to say, Ihou ART
10 more nation" IN the land OF the Magyars
With gigantic PAGES time rolled on-wlth black,
yellow letters Fate wrote the pages OF thy hsto,
r. Death and 10 stamp the seal upon H. IL cdueu
the Northern Colossus TO ASSIST But me reudehliS
morning GAVIN o. the South VIII melt TINS seal
Behold my dear Fatherland, for thee, VINO mast
shed 50 much OF thy blood. there i not even compass
sion because, on the hills which are lowered up oy
the bones OF thy fallen tyranny earns her Oread
o. sec my dear Fatherland, the ungrateiul, whom
thou ddst nOurlsh from the fat of thy plenude, mas
TUNED against thee, against thee has turned the fal
tor destroy thee from head 10 the sole OF thy loo
But thou noble nation, hast endured all tls-thou
hast not cursed thv fate because In thy bosom over
all suffering HoPE Is enshIned.
Mag, ars turn Your looks not away from me foi
even at this moment my tears flow ONLY ior you, dnu
the soil on which am kneellDg yet bears your name
Thou art fallen, truest of nations Ihou ar'
thrust down under thine own blow nov the weapon
OF a foreign enemy, which has dug thy grave ho'
The cannon OF the many nations, WHO NtIc piOu5ii'
up against thee-they have totered back at thy Love
to Thy Fatherand not the Muscoyles, who cTawled
over the karpahes have compelled hee TO lay COW"
thine arms O no sold, thou vast dear atheriaho
Thy sentence OF death. beloved Fatheriand was
written by him, whose love TO his country never
questioned for moment. In the bold flight OF my
thoughts would rather have doubted the existence
of good man, that should have thought he could
have become the traitor 10 his FatheTland.
And thou hast been betrayed by him, Ia whose
HANDS few days ago laid the Government OF our
country, who has sworn 10 defend thee win the last
drop of his blood lie became traitor 10 MS coun
try because the color of gold dearer TO him tn an
that of blood which was shed for the independence
of the Fatherland. The protane metal had In his
ewes more value than the Holy God OF his Land, who
forsook him. when ne entered into covenant with
the associates of the Devil,
Magyars my dcarfellow SONS OF the same country
Do not accuse me, because was compelled 10 cast
my eve this man, and TO vacate my place Tor MIN
| was obliged to do so, because the people placed
confidence in HIM, because the army loved him. and
he had already attained to such position, In when
he could have proved his fidelity and yet that man
abused the confidence Of the nation, and III return
for the love of his nation ated them with contempt
Curse him, people OF the MagyarS curse the hear
which did not dry up when IL attempted 10 houIsn
him with the moisture OF life
love thee, Europe's truest nation as ! love the
freedom for which thou fought so bravely The God
of liberty will never blot you out from his memory
Be blessed for eyermore My principles were those
OF Washington, though my deeds were not those Oh
William Tell | wished for free nation, Tree IKE
God only can create maI-and thou ART Geau, De
cause thy winter has arrived but tins Will NOT last
so long as thy fellow sufferer angulshlng under the
icy sky of Siberia. No fifteen nations have aug my
grave, the thousands of the sixteenth VIII arrive 10
save thee
Be faithful as hitherto keep to the holy sentences
OF the Bible pray for Thy hOeratCn and then en- mt
thy national hymns, when thy mountains etclo tne
thunder OF the cannons of thy llberators' God win
YOU dear comrades and feo y sufferers Inc angels
Of Goo and of liberty be with YOU You may still be
proud for the Lion OF Europe had TO be aroused 10
conquer tie rebels The whole civilized world has
admired YOU as heroes, ana the cause OF the henoc
nations VIII be supported by the ireesi Of the Tree
nations earth
God with thee sacred soil drenched with the
blood of so mnly OF thy noble sons Preserve these
sacred spots that they may give evidence before the
world for you, before the people that VIII come &c
your succor -,
God be with thee, young King OF the Magyars, Tor
get not that thy nation has not elected hee There
lives IN me still the hope that day VIII come, or
which YOU Will see the confirmation Of the word
lift even be on the Ruins OF Buda
The blessing Of the Almighty, my dear nation
81. Drtr IpNr