Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-11-13
MISCELLANY N Y.
Farewell Address of Kossuth to
Hungary.

al our disposal SeVerdi EXTRACTS Iloin tdichteu
work then about to be published in London,
by Hungarian co-religionist, Captain Philip
Korn, under the title of the Newest Chronicle
of the Magyars, (.Neueste Chrome der Magyar
en- among which documents we find one par
ticularly apostle and interesting at this mo-
ment, and feeling that the pathos and fire Of
the German is perfectly untranslatable, we
have given for the benefit of our numerous
German readers, beside the translation, a liter
al copy of the original.
In the work alluded to, Captain Korn states.
before Kossuths departure from the Hungari-
an soil, he knelt down upon it, opened his
arms as if he would embrace its fields, kissed
the earth moistened and sanctifed by the blood
of its most valuable children, and after ad-
dressing short prayer to the Disposer of all
events, he pronounced the following eloquent
FAREWELL TO THE FATHERLAND.
God be with thee, my beloved Fatherland !
God be with thee, Fatherland of the Magyars !!
God with thee, land of tortures shall not
tains no more shall be able to call my
Fatherland, the soil, where on the mothers
heart, imbibed the milk of Freedom and JUS
ticei
Pardon me, my Fatherland, me who am
condemned TO wander about far from thee, be-
cause strove in thy welfare. Pardon me who
no more call any thing free, but the small
space, where | am now kneeling down with a
few of thy sons. Ny looks fall upon thee, o,
poor Fatherland see thee bent down with
sufferings | now turn them 10 futurity, thy
Future is nothing but great grief! Thy
plains are moistened with crimson gore, which
will soon be blackened by unmerciful devasta-
tion and destruction, as if 10 mourn over the
numberless conquests which thy Sons have
achieved over the accursed enemies of thy hal
lowed soil. How many grateful hearts lifted
up their prayers to the Throne of the AL
mighty! How many tears have flowed which
would even have moved He'll to compassion !
How many streams of blood have run as proofs,
how the Hungarian loves his Fatherand, and
how he can die for it ! and yet, hast thou, be-
loved Fatherland, become slave
Thy beloved sons are chained and dragged
thing that is holy; to become serviceable to
all that is unholy! o Lord, if Thou lowest
Thy people, whose heroic ancestors Thou
didst cradle TO conquer under Arpad, amid so
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plore Thee, humble it not!
Behold, my dear Fa,herland, thus speaks to
thee thy son, in the whirlpool of trouble and
despair, on thy utmost boundary
Pardon me, if the great number of thy sons
have shed their blood for my sake, or rather
fer thine, because | was their representative :;
because / protected thee, when on thy brow
was written in letters of blood the word 'Dan-
ger," because /, when it was called unto thee,
"Be Slave" took up the sword for thee /;
because girded on my sword when the enc
my had the audacity to say Thou art no
more a nation" in the land of the Magyars!
With gigantic PAGES time rolled on, with
black-yellow letters fate wrote on the pages
of thy history 'Deaih ~ and to stamp the seal
upon it, il called the Northern Colossus to as
sist But the reddering morning dawn of the
South will melt this seal
Behold, my dear Fatherland, for thee who
hast shed so much of thy blood, there is not
even compassion; because on thy hills which
are lowered up by the bones of thy fallen sons,
Tyranny earns her bread.
o see, my dear Fatherand the ungrateful
whom thou didst noursh from the fat of thy
plenitude, has turned against thee, against thee
has turned the traitor, 10 destroy thee from the
head to the sole of thy foot Bot thon, noble
nation, hast endured all this, thou hast not
cursed thy fate, because in thy bosom over all
suffering, HoPE is enshrined.
Magyars! turn your looks not away from
me ; for even at this moment my tears flow
only for you, and the soil on which am kneel-
jng, yet bears your name
Thou ari fallen, truest of nations ! Thou
art thrust down under thine own blow not the
weapon of foreign enemy, which has dug thy
grave not the cannons of the many nations
who were brought up against thee-they have
tottered back at thy love to thy Fatherland
not the Muscovites, who crawled over the Car
pathians, have compelled thee to lay down
thine arms. o no sold thou vast dear Fa-
therland Thy sentence of death, beloved
Fatherland, was written by him, whose love
to his country never questioned for a mo
ment. In the bold flight of my thoughts,
would rather have doubted the existence of I
good man, than that could have thought ht
could have become the traitor of his Father
land
And thou hast been betrayed by him, il
whose hands few days ago, laid the gov
ernment of our country, who has sworn to de
fend thee with the last drop of his blood ID
became traitor to his country because tn
color of gold was dearer to him than that Q
blood, which was shed for the independents
Of the Fatherland. The profane metal had i
his eyes more value, than the Holy God Of hi
land, who forsook him, when he entered into
covenant with the associates Of the Devil
Magyars! my dear fellow-sons of the sam
country Do not accuse me. because wa
compelled to cast my eye on this man. and t
vacate my place for him. Twas obliged to d
80, because the army loved him, and he ha
already attained to position, in which b
eould have proved his fidelity. and vet tbs