Connecticut western news., 1874-01-30
NO. 29.
A Forgotten Celebrity.

rOISUtVou OeAeUTltys
 The following advertisement appears every now and then in the Corvtere di I'Orialo::
 !" Lessons in German, English, and Hun garlan given, at moderate rates, by
 IL. KossuTH 164 Strada Nuova."
 The advertiser is none other than the once celebrated dictator of Hungary. He is now almost utterly forgotten, oven in Hungary he has grown very old, and is now so poor that he will gladly give you lesson for single franc. This would seem very humiliating for him, and yet he is proud of his poverty.
 He says, "Three years ago my friends at home, in Hungary, offered me present of fifty thousand forins l rejected the offer, and never have re- gretted it, even when was hungry, and had no money to pay for a fire"
 had occasion, the other day, to call suth. Twenty years ago he had given me, in London, great deal of valuable information for my book, "Hungary in 1s49." I found him in a very small room on the fourth floor of dingy old boring over an old volume. When I entered he did not recognize me. I recognized him, and was shocked. What change these twenty years had produced in his once handsome and in- teresting face His hair was entirely white, his cheeks wan and hollow, and his eyes utterly dimmed. His form, once erect and proud, was now painfully bent. He almost groaned as he raised himself to bid me welcome.
 HS Uos 5anp1v noyad whop r in formed him who I was. His face frightened as he warmly clasped my hand.
 "Oh, yes, yes," he said in German, "I know you now. Everybody forgets me :; no one calls upon me; no one cares any more for me ! Why should I remember those who were once my friends ?"
 To this I objected. I asked him how he could be forgotten when his friends in Hungary wanted him to return to his native country, and take again an active part in its affairs.
 He smiled very bitterly.
 "Oh, yes," he said, "return to Hun gary dishonored, with an oath of alle- glance to the Hapsburgs who murdered my friends and kinsmen, and who set a price upon my head. l am neither q Deak nor an Andrassy."
 I asked him how he got along.
 "Well," he said, sadly, "were my good children and my poor wife alive yet, I would be happy, even in my old age and poverty. But they are all dead, and am very lonesome That is what renders my exile here, where people are so kind to me, so distressing. It would be no better in Hungary. I have no kinsfolk anywhere but in the New World"
 "Why, then, not go to America again, where your name is still revered?" l ventured to say.
 "Oh," he replied, "I have often been sorely tempted to go back to the United States, but there are two obstacles in the way: In the first place, it would cost more money than have to spare and next, am almost sure that, in my present enfeebled condition, would be unable to bear the sea-voyage."
 All this was very melancholy, and hastened to change the subject of our conversation.
 I showed him the proof sheets of the chapter on Andrassy in my new work on Austria. He put on his spectacles, and, holding the paper in his trembling hand, road carefully what had written.
 Meanwhile I had time to look around in the room. Against the rear wall stood a narrow, plain bed. On the walls hung portraits of Mazzini, Bixio, Kisz, and, strangely enough, of Louis Napoleon. On the bookshelf by my side I noticed Victor Hugo's "Annee Terrible" Kinglake's Crimea," and ten or twelve we'll. worn grammars. On table, close to the bed, lay Q loaf of bread and plate of dried meat.
 To my dismay, I found that my glancing round the room had attracted Kossuth's attention.
 "Yes," he said, with smile, "you see for yourself now that I am very poor and yet, when left Hungary in 1949, was charged by all the mean organs of the Hapsburgs with having enriched myself at my country's ex- pense. Do you know what my income was last year? Within fraction of eight hundred lire." Uess than two hundred dollars.)
 I shook my head sorrowfully. He told me what he thought of the chapter on Andrassy, gave ma plenty of valu- able and interesting information on the subject, and then dismissed me, saying that it was time for one of his pupils to make his appearance. .-Nar 'Schtess- i310er.