The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1852-04-30
KOSSUTH'S ELOQUENCE.

The Style of the Magyar's oratory is Ger
tainly unique. Its novelty to us, and hi,
European listeners, arises from his ardent
Eastern imagination. He clothes every thing
he touches with Oriental hucs. His prose-
popGia and apostrophcs are more daring thar
any orator, addressing IN audience in Western
Europe or the U. States, would be bold
enough to employ. lie is ever thought to
be on the verge of good taste without vic.
lating its canons. The following is the com.
mencement of n speech he delivered ut ST.
Louis, and it is certainly as rich and daring
an example of oratorcal pcrsoniication as the
English language supplies
! Ladies and Gentlcmen:-To day is the
fourth anniversary Of the Revolution in
Hungary.
| Anniversaries of Revolutions are almost al
ways connected with the recollection Of some
patriots, death-tallcn on that day, like the
Spartans at Thermopyla, martyrs of devotion
to their iathcrland.
Almost in every country there is some
proud catafak, or some proud tombstone
| uuoiIlCu VII SuCIl u u'N ny SalNuu VI cNtI-
green, the pious offering Of patriotic tender.
ness.
Ipasscd the last night in slcepless dream
And my soul wandered on the magnetic
wings of the past home to my beloved bleed.
ing land and saw in the dead of the night
dark veiIed shapes with the paleness of eter.
nal grief upon their sad brows, but terrible
in the fearless silence of that grief, gliding
over the church-yards Of Hungary, and knccl-
ing down at the head of the grares, and de-
posting the pious tributes of green cypress
upon them, and after short prayer rising
with clcnchcd fists, and ygnashing teeth, and
then stealing away fearless and silent as they
came; stealing away--bccausc the bloodhoundS
Of my country's murdcrers lurkcd from every
corner on that night, and on this day, and
lead to prison those who dare to show Il
pous remembrance TO the beloved. 10 day
Il smile on the lips of Il Magyar is taken for Il
crime of defiance to tyranny, and n tear in his
eye equivalent to Il revolt. And yet ! have
seen with the eye Of my home-wandcring soul
thousands performing the work of patriotic
virtue.
And saw more. When the pious ofiercrs
have stolen away, saw the honorcd dead
| ii'iil IlScll HpllI iltlI tolllhS ioohHP " tHc
offerings, and Whispering gloomy, "s,ill Il
cypress, and still no flower of joy' Is there
still the chill of winter and the gloom Of night
over thee, FathprIand! Are we not yet re-
vengcd" and the sky Of the east redeemed
suddenly, and boiled with bloody flames. and
from the far, far west, IL lightning flashed like
II star spangIcd stripe, and within its light Il
young eagle mounted and SCARED towards the
bloody flallcs of the east, and as he drew
near, upon his approaching, the boiling flames
changed Into radiant morning sun, and /;
voice from above was heard in answer TO the
question of the dead:
"Sleep yet short while-minc is the re-
ycngc! Twill make the stars Of the west tho
sun of the east! and when We next awake
We will find the flower Of joy upon your cold
bed"
And the dead took the twie of cypress, the
sign of resurrection, into their bony hands
and lay down.