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707. THE STREAM OF LIFE. Life-bears | In park, in city, yea, in routs and balls, [wild us on like the stream of a mighty river. Our The hat was worn, and borne. Then folks grew boat, at first glides down the narrow channel, With curiosity, and whispers rose, through the playful murmurings of the little And questions passed about-how one so trim brook, and the windings of its grassy border. The trees shed their blossoms over our young In coats, boots, pumps, gloves, trousers, could heads, the flowers, on the brink, seem to offer His caput-in a covering so vile. [ensconce themselves to our young hands; we are hap-A change came o'er the nature of my hatin hope, and we grasp eagerly, at the Grease-spots appeared-but still in silence, on Beauties around us; but the stream' hurries I wore it-and then family, and friends on, and still our hands are empty. Our course in youth, and manhood, is along Glared madly at each other. There was one, a wider, and deeper flood, and amid objects Who said-but hold-no matter what was said, more striking, and magnificent. We are ani- A time may come, when I-away--away-mated by the moving picture of enjoyment, Not till the season's ripe, can I reveal and industry, which passes before us; we Thoughts that do lie too deep for common minds, are excited by some short-lived success, or Till then, the world shall not pluck out the heart depressed, and made miserable, by some equally short-lived disappointment. But our Of this, my mystery. When I will-I will!-energy, and our dependence are both in vain. The hat was now-greasy, and old, and tornThe stream bears us on, and our joys, and But torn-old-greasy--still I wore it on. our griefs, are alike, left behind us; we may A change came o'er the business of this hat. De shipwrecked, but we cannot anchor; our Women, and men, and children, scowled on me; voyage may be hastened, but it cannot be delayed; whether rough or smooth, the river My company was shunned-I was alone! hastens towards its home, till the roaring of None would associate with such a hatthe ocean is in our ears, and the tossing of Friendship itself proved faithless, for a hat. the waves is beneath our keel: and the lands She, that I loved, within whose gentle breast lessen from our eyes, and the floods are lifted I treasured up my heart, looked cold as death-up around us, and the earth loses sight of us, Love's fires went out-extinguished--by a hat. and we take our last leave of earth, and of its inhabitants; and of our further voyage, there Of those, that knew me best, some turned aside is no witness, but the Infinite and the Eternal. And scudded down dark lanes-one man did place And do we still take so much anxious His finger on his nose's side, and jeeredthought for future days, when the days which Others, in horrid mockery, laughed outright; have gone by, have so strangely, and uniform-Yea, dogs, deceived by instinct's dubious ray, ly deceived us? Can we still so set our Fixing their swart glare on my ragged hat, hearts on the creatures of God, when we find Mistook me for a beggar-and they barked. by sad experience, the Creator only is permanent? Or, shall we not rather lay aside every Thus, women, men, friends, strangers, lover weight, and every sin which doth most easily One thought pervaded all—it was my hat. [dogs, beset us, and think of ourselves, henceforth, A change-it was the last-came o'er this hat. as wayfaring persons only, who have no abiding inheritance, but in the hope of a bet-For lo! at length, the circling months went round, ter world, and to whom even that world The period was accomplished-and one day would be worse than hopeless, if it were not This tattered, brown, old, greasy coverture, for our Lord Jesus Christ, and the interest we (Time had endeared its vileness,) was transferr'd have obtained in his mercies. To the possession of a wandering sonOf Israel's fated race-and friends once more Greeted my digits, with the wonted squeeze : Once more I went my way-along-alongAnd plucked no wondering gaze-the hand of With its annoying finger-men, and dogs, [scorn Once more grew pointless, jokeless, laughless, growlless:

708.

THE OLD HAT.

I had a hat-it was not all a hat-
Part of the brim was gone,-yet still, I wore
It on, and people wondered, as I passed.
Soine, turned to gaze-others, just cast an eye,
And soon withdrew it, as 'twere in contempt.
But still, my hat, although so fashionless,
In complement extern, had that within,
Surpassing show-my head continued warm;
Being sheltered from the weather, spite of all
The want (as has been said,) of brim.

A change came o'er the color of my hat.

And last, not least of rescued blessings, love-
Love smiled on me again, when I assumed

A bran new beaver of the Andre mould;
And then the laugh was mine, for then came ou
The secret of this strangeness,-'twas a BET.

That, which was black, grew brown, and then What are riches. empire, pow'r,

Iuen stared

With both their eyes (they stared with one before);
The wonder now, was twofold-and it seemed
Strange, that things so torn, and old, should still
Be worn, by one who might-but let that pass!
I had my reasons, which might be revealed,
But, for some counter reasons far more strong,
Which tied my tongue to silence. Time passed on.
Green spring, and flowery summer-autumn
brown,

And frosty winter came,-and went, and came-
Astill, through all the s asons of two years,

But larger means to gratify the will?
The steps on which we tread, to rise and reach
Our wish; and that obtain'd, down with the scaf
folding
[served their end,

Of sceptres, crowns, and thrones; they have
And are, like lumber, to be left and scorn'd.
Honor and virtuc-are the boons we claim;
Nought gives a vest to life, when they are f
Nought else, can fan aright the holy flame:
And, should they perish, every hope is dead
The man, who builds, and lacks wherewith to pay.
Provides a house--from which to run away.

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709. LOCHINVAR.

708. CHARACTER OF PITT. The secreary-stood alone; modern degeneracy-had O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, not reached him. Original, and unaccommodating, the features of his character-had the hardihood of antiquity. His august mind overawed majesty: and one of his sovereigns thought royalty so impaired in his presence, that he conspired to remove him, in order to be relieved from his superiority. No state chicanery, no narrow system of vicious politics, sank him to the vulgar level of the great; bt overbearing, persuasive, and impracticae, his object-was England, his ambition was fame. Without dividing, he destroyed party; without corrupting, he made a venal age unanimous.

Thro' all the wide border, his steed was the best-
And save his good broadsword, he weapon had
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. [none,
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight, like the young Lochinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river, where ford there was
But ere he alighted, at Netherby gate, [nona
The bride had consented, the gallant came late.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen, of brave Lochinvar.
So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers and
Then spoke the bride's father,his hand on his sword,
For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,
"O come ye in peace, here, or come ye in war,
Orto dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"
"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied;
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide;
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To tread but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochin-

var."

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France sank beneath him. With one and, he smote the house of Bourbon, and wielded, with the other, the democracy of England. The sight of his mind-was infinite; and his schemes were to affect, not England, and the present age only, but Europe, and posterity. Wonderful were the means, by which these schemes were accomplished, always seasonable, always adequate, the suggestions of an understanding, animated by ardor, and enlightened by prophecy. The ordinary feelings, which rende: life amiable, and indolent, were unknown to him. No domestic difficulty, no domestic weakness reached him; but, aloof from the sordid occurrences of life, and unsullied by its inter- The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, course, he came, occasionally, into our system, He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup. to counsel, and to decide. A character so She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, exalted, so strenuous, so various, and so authoritative, astonished a corrupt age; and the With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye. Treasury trembled at the name of Pitt, thro' He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar; all her classes of venality. Corruption ima-"Now tread we a measure," said young Lochinvar. gined, indeed, that she had found defects in this statesman; and talked much of the ruin of his victories; but the history of his country, and the calamities of the enemy, refuted her. Nor were his political abilities-his only talents: his eloquence-was an era-in the senate; peculiar, and spontaneous, familiarly expressing gigantic sentiments, and instinctive wisdom; not like the torrent of Demosthenes, or the splendid conflagration of Tully, it resembled sometimes the thunder, and sometimes the music of the spheres. He did not, like Murray, conduct the understanding through the painful subtlety of argumentation, nor was he, like Townshend, forever on the rack of exertion; but, rather, lightened upon the subject, and reached the point by flashings of the mind, which, like those of his eye, were felt, but could not be followed.

Upon the whole, there was something in this man, that could create, subvert, or reform; an understanding, a spirit, and an eloquence, to summon mankind to society, or to break the bonds of slavery asunder, and to rule the wilderness of free minds with unbounded authority something that could establish, or overwhelm empires, and strike a blow in the world, which should resound throughout the universe.-Grattan. Reward him for the noble deed, just Heaven! For this one action, guard him, and distinguish him, With signal mercies and with great deliverances; Save him from wrong, adversity and shame : Let never-fading honor flourish round him, And consecrate his name ev'n to time's end: Let him know nothing but good on earth, And everlasting blessedness hereafter.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;
While her mother did fret, and her father a:a fume,
And the bridegroom-stood dangling his bonnet
and plume,
[ter by far,

And the bride maidens whispered, ""T were bet
To have match'd our fair cousin, with young
Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,
Whe: they reach'd the hall door, and the charger
stood near,

scaur,

So light to the croupe. e fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle, before her he sprung,
She's won, we are gone, over bank, bush, and
[young Lochinvar.
They'll have swift steeds that follow," quoth
There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Nether
[they ran,
Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and
There was racing, and chasing on Cannobie Lea,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so gallant in war, [invar?
Have you e'er heard of gallant like young Loch-

by clan.

The good merchant wrongs not the buyer in number, weight, or measure. These are the landmarks of all trading, which must not be removed: for such cosenage were worse than open felony. First, because they rob a man of his purse, and never bid him stand. Secondly, because highway thieves defy, but these pretend, justice. Thirdly, as much as lies in their power, they endeavor to make God accessory to their cosenage, deceiving, by pretending his weights.

710. EULOGIUM ON KOSCIUSKO. Speech of Gen. W. H. Harrison, the ninth President, in the Congress of the United States, in the year 1818, on a motion to adopt some public testimony of respect for the memory of General-served as stimulants to the undertaking.

erty, and independence, was a work of as much difficulty, as danger. But, to a mind like Kosciusko's, the difficulty, and danger of an enterprise

Thaddeus Kosciusko.

The public papers-have announced an event, which is well calculated-to excite the sympathy of every American bosom. KOSCIUSKO, the martyr of Liberty, is no more! We are informed, that he died at Soleure, in France, some time in October last.

The annals of those times-give us no detailed account of the progress of Kosciusko, in accomplishing his great work, from the period of his return to America, to the adoption of the new constitution of Poland, in 1791. This interval, however, of apparent inaction, was most usefully employed to illumine the mental darkness, which enveloped his countrymen. To stimulate the ig In tracing the events-of this great man's life, norant and bigotted peasantry with the hope of we find in him, that consistency of conduct, which future emancipation-to teach a proud, but galis the more to be admired, as it is so rarely to be lant nobility, that true glory is only to be found, net with. He was not, at one time, the friend of in the paths and duties of patriotism;-interests the mankind, and at another, the instrument of their most opposed, prejudices--the most stubborn, and oppression; but he preserved, throughout his habits-the most inveterate, were reconciled, diswhole carcer, those noble principles, which dis- sipated, and broken, by the ascendancy of his tinguished him in its commencement; which in- virtues and example. The storm, which he had fluenced him, at an early period of his life, to foreseen, and for which he had been preparing, leave his country-and his friends, and, in another at length burst upon Poland. A feeble and unhemisphere, to fight-for the rights-of humanity. popular government-bent before its fury, and Kosciusko was born, and educated, in Poland; submitted itself to the Russian yoke of the inva(of a noble, and distinguished family,) a country, der. But the nation disdained to follow its examwhere the distinctions in society are, perhaps, ple; in their extremity, every eye was turned on carried to greater lengths, than in any other. His the hero, who had already fought their battles, the Creator had, however, endowed him with a soul sage, who had enlightened them, and the patriot, capable of rising above the narrow prejudices who had set the example of personal sacrificesof a caste, and breaking the shackles, which a to accomplish the emancipation of the people. vicious education had imposed on his mind. Kosciusko-was unanimously appointed gener When he was very young, he was informed, by alissimo of Poland, with unlimited powers, unti the voice of Fame, that the standard of liberty the enemy should be driven from the country. On had been erected in America-that an insulted his virtue, the nation reposed with the utmost conand oppressed people--had determined to be free, fidence; and it is some consolation to reflect, or perish-in the attempt. His ardent and gen- amidst the general depravity of mankind, that erous mind-caught, with enthusiasm, the holy two instances, in the same age, have occurred, flame, and from that inoment he became the dovo- where powers of this kind were employed-soleted soldier of liberty. His rank in the American ly for the purposes for which they were given. It army-afforded him no opportunity--greatly to is not my intention, sir, to follow the Polish chief distinguish himself. But he was remarkable--throughout the career of victory, which, for a through his service, for all the qualities which considerable time, crowned his efforts. Guided adorn the human character. His heroic valor in by his talents, and led by his valor, his undiscipthe field, could only be equaled-by his modera-lined, ill-armed militia-charged, with effect, the tion and affability, in the walks of private life. He was idolized by the soldiers-for his bravery, and beloved and respected by the officers, for the goodness of his heart, and the great qualities of his mind.

veteran Russian and Prussian; the mailed cuirassiers of the great Frederic, for the first time, broke--and f, before the lighter, and more appropriate cav, ry of Poland. Hope filled the breasts of the patriots. After a long night, the dawn of an apparently glorious day-broke upon Poland. But to the discerning eye of Kosciusko, the light which it shed-was of that sickly, and portentous appearance, indicating a storm more dreadful than that, which he had resisted.

Contributing greatly, by his exertions, to the establishment of the independence of America, he might have remained, and shared the blessings it dispensed, under the protection of a chief, who loved and honored him, and in the bosom of a grateful and affectionate people. Kosciusko had, He prepared to meet it with firmness, but with however, other views. It is not known, that un- means entirely madequate. To the advantages til the period I am speaking of, he had formed any of numbers, of tactics, of discipline, and inexdistimet idea-of what could, or indeed what ought haustible resources, the combined despots had seto be done for his own country. But in the Rev-cured a faction-in the heart of Poland. And, if olutionary war, he drank. deeply, of the princi- that country--can boast of having produced its ples, which produced it. In his conversations Washington, it is disgraced also, by giving birth with the intelligent men of our country, he acqui-to a second Arnold. The day at length came red new views of the science of government, and of the rights of man. He had seen, too, that, to be free, it was only necessary that a nation should will it and to be happy, it was only necessary that a nation should be free. And was it not possible to procure these blessings for Poland! for Poland, the country of his birth, which had a elaim to all his efforts, to all his services?

which was to decide the fate of a nation and a hero. Heaven, for wise purposes, permitted that it should be the last-of Polish liberty. It was decided, indeed, before the battle commenced. The traitor, Poniski, who covered, with a detachment, the advance of the Polish army, abandoned his position to the enemy, and retreated.

Kosciusko-was astonished, but not dismayed That unhappy nation-groaned under a com- The disposition of his army would have done fication of evils, which has scarcely a parallel honor to Hannibal. The succeeding conflict was history. The mass of people--were the abject terrible. When the talents of the general-could slaves of the nobles; the nobles, torn into factions, no longer direct the mingled mass of combatants, were alternately the instruments, and the victims, the arm of the warrior was brought to the aid of of their powerful and ambitious neighbors. By his soldiers. He performed prodigies of valor. intrigue, corruption, and force, some of its fairest The fabled prowess of Ajax. in defending the provinces had been separated from the republic, Grecian ships-was realized by the Polish hero. and the people, like beasts, transferred to foreign Nor was he badly seconded by his troops. despots, who were again watching for a favora- long as his voice could guide, or his example fire ble moment-for a second dismemberment. To their valor, they were irresistible. In this uneregenerate a people-thus debased, to obtain for a qual contest-Kosciusko-was org seen, and fiBoetry -thus circumstanced, the blessings of lib-nally-lost-to their view.

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"Tope-for a season, bade the world-farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell."

He fell, covered with wounds, but still survived. A Cossack would have pierced his breast, when an officer interposed. "Suffer him to execute his purpose," said the bleeding hero; "I am the devoted soldier of my country, and will not survive its liberties." The name of Kosciusko-struck to the heart of the Tartar, like that of Mariusupon the Cimbrian warrior. The uplifted weapon-dropped--from his hand.

Kosciusko was conveyed to the dungeons of Petersburgh; and, to the eternal disgrace of the Empress Catharine, she made him the object of her vengeance, when he could no longer be the object of her fears. Her more generous son-restored him to liberty. The remainder of his lifehas been spent in virtuous retirement. Whilst in this situation, in France, an anecdote is related of him, which strongly illustrates the command, which his virtues and his services had obtainedover the minds of his countrymen.

In the late invasion of France, some Polish regiments, in the service of Russia, passed through the village in which he lived. Some pillaging of the inhabitants brought Kosciusko from his cottage. "When I was a Polish soldier," said he, addressing the plunderers, "the property of the peaceful citizen was respected.""And who art thou," said an officer, "who addressest us with this tone of authority?" "I am Kosciusko." There was a magic in the word. It ran from corps to corps, from heart to heart. The march was suspended. They gathered round him, and gazed--with astonishment, and awe-upon the mighty ruin-he presented. "Could it, indeed, be their hero," whose fame was identified with that of their country? A thousand interesting reflections burst upon their minds; they remembered his patriotism, his devotion to liberty, his triumphs, and his glorious fall. Their iron hearts were softened, and the tear of sensibility trickled down their weather-beaten faces.

We can easily conceive, sir, what would be the feeling of the hero himself in such a scene. His great heart must have heaved with emotion to And himself once more surrounded by the companions of his glory; and that he would have been upon the point of saying to them,

"Behold your general, come once more
To lead you on to laurel'd victory,
To fame, to freedom."

The delusion could have lasted but for a monient. He was himself, alas! a miserable cripple; and, for them! they were no longer the soldiers of liberty, but the instruments of ambition and tyranny. Overwhelmed with grief at the reflection, he would retire to his cottage, to mourn afresh over the miseries of his country.

Such was the man, sir, for whose memory I ask from an American congress, a slight tribute of respect. Not. sir, to perpetuate his fame, but our gratitude. His fame-will last as long as liberty-remains upon the earth; as long as a votary-offers incense upon her altar, the name of Kosciusko--will be invoked. And if, by the common consent of the world, a temple shall be erected to those, who have rendered most service to mankind--if the statue of our great countryman, Washington,-shall occupy the place of the "Most Worthy," that of Kosciusco will be found by his side, and the wreath of laurel will be entwined with the palm of virtue--to adorn his brow. Oh grief, beyond all other griefs, when fate First leaves the young heart-lone and desolate In the wide world, without that only tie For which it lov'd-to live, or feared-to die; Lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken Since the sad day-its master--chord was broken.

712. THE VILLAGE BJ ACKSMI 1. Under a spreading chestnut tree,

The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he,

With large and sewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms,

Are strong, as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long;
His face--is like the tan;

His brow-is wet with honest sweat;
He earns-whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,

For he owes not any man.
Week out, week in, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
You hear him swing his heavy sledge,

With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton, ringing the old kirk chimes
When the evening sun is low.

And children, coming home from school,
Look in at the open door;
They love to see a flaming forge,

And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks, that fly
Like chaff--from a threshing-floor
goes, on Sunday, to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears the parson-pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,

And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him, like her mother's voice,
Singing-in Paradise!

He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;

And with his hard--rough hand he wipes
A tear from out his eyes.
Toiling--rejoicing--sorrowing--
Cnward--through life he goes:
Each morning-sees some task begin,
Each evening--sees it close;
Something attempted-something done,
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of Life,

Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus, on its sounding anvil shaped,

Each burning deed, and thought.
There's a tear that falls when we part

From a friend whose loss we shall mourn; There's a tear that flows from the half-brok'n heart, When we think he may never return-oh, never 'Tis hard to be parted from those

With whom we forever could dwell, But bitter, indeed, is the sorrow that flows [ever When, perhaps, we are saying farewell-forThere's a tear that brightens the eye

Of the friend, when absence is o'er! There's a tear that flows not for sorrow, but joy, When we meet to be parted no more-oh, never! Then all that in absence we dread

Is past, and forgotten our pain; For sweet is the tear we at such moments shed, When we behold the lov'd object again-forever.

712. TURKEY, ENGLAND, AND THE UNITED STATES.-Kossuth. No man, aware of the value of his destiny, can live satisfied, without freedom; but he, to whom God has given freedom, has got everything; if he has the will to use his freedom for the developement of his mind and the perfection of his happiness. This is the basis, upon which your free country has become a paradise, on which the eye and the heart may rest with joy, and which must strengthen the desire of every foreigner to become likewise free. During all my life, I had but one leading idea-LIBERTY. It was the aim of my life, of my existence, to secure its blessing to my People; though I knew these blessings but instinctively. Now, I see how liberty ennobles men, and beautifies nature. How should I not, then, be doubly determined, in spite of all danger, of all difficulties, to endure, to act, to struggle, and, if need be, to die, that my People may become free? My People, whom I can say, with deep felt satisfaction, that there is no people on earth, who better deserve to be free. But, besides the bliss of liberty, there is also a glory allotted to you; and this is the proud position which you hold, not only to bear good will to those, who do not enjoy that happiness, but also, to offer the hand of friendship to their less fortunate brethren. This is indeed a great glory; for liberty raises us to the dignity of men. Being in this position, you, in your national and individual capacity, are able to carry into practical life, the divine doctrines of our Saviour: "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." It is only thus that I can explain the grand phenomena, that so many noble-minded men, united in the love and enjoyment of freedom, can all join in the expression of their sympathy for the principles of freedom, of which they choose to consider me as an humble representative.

Without liberty, there can exist no lasting social order, no field for productive labor, no personal security, and no security for property. And if it is not the aim of society, to open the fields of productive labor, to grant security to persons and property, and thus, to develop man's mind, and ennoble his heart,-if this be not the aim of human society, then I do not know what aim it can have. How can mankind be contented, industrious, and happy, without freedom? But it is also not without reason, that all classes are united in sympathy, in order that that liberty, which, under different forms of government, but similar institutions, is the bliss and the pride of the English race, in both hemispheres, should likewise be allotted to other nations, to enjoy it under a government that best suits their wishes and their wants. Not without reason is this sympathy, not only because there is a moral solidarity in the destinies of nations, but also, because, where the productive power of a people, produces more than they can consume, such a country must have free intercourse, and an uninterrupted interchange of communication with the world, in order to secure the benefits of its labor, that, by the stoppage of one channel, there should arise a plethora, no less dangerous than consumption. Now, without the liberty of Europe, there is no such liberty of trade; which all despots fear, because the liberty of commerce is the great vehicle of political liberty. Freedom to trade-is only possible with freedom in Europe. It is fortunate, as well as glorious, when the material interests of a great nation are identical with the interests of the freedom of the world. This is a Providential Law. Even a single community can but enjoy welfare and security, when the interests of the whole country are in harmony with the interests of the individuals. The people of Hungary have a future, because they have vitality and deserve to live; because their independence is necessary to the freedom of

Europe. It is to the future of my country, that I devote the activity I have regained, by my liberty from the bondage of Asia; and this liberty is due, in the first place, to the noble feelings of the Sultan of Turkey; who, in spite of the arrogant threats of Russia and Austria, has protected my life, and that of my companions; and who, at last, raising himself by the magnanimity of his inspirations, and his respect for the rights of humanity, above all threats, restored me to liberty, in the most dignified manner. While expressing my grateful acknowledgments to Turkey, I would also return my deep felt thanks for the magnanimous interferences of the Government of Great Britain and that of the United States, in such a high and generous manner, supported by the public spirit of the People of both countries, and even sanctioned by the magnanimous resolution of Congress, in obtaining the liberation of myself and of my associates. It is, therefore, with the warmest feelings of a grateful heart, I propose the toast-"TURKEY-ENGLAND-and the UNITED STATES."

712. HUNGARY'S GREAT STRUGGLES.-Kossuth. Three years ago, yonder house of Austria, which had chiefly me to thank, for not having been swept away by the revolution of Vienna, in Marcb, 1848,-having in return, answered by the most foul, most sacriligious conspiracy against the chartered rights, freedom, and national existence of my native land, it became my share, being then a member of the Ministry, with undisguised truth, to lay before the Parliament of Hungary, the immense danger of our bleeding country. Having made a sketch, which, however dreadful, could be but a faint shadow of the horrible reality, I proceeded to explain the terrible alternation, which our awful destiny left us, after a failure of all our attempts to avert the evil. Reluctant to present the neck of the realm to the deadly snake, aimed at its very life, and anxious to bear up against the horrors of fate, and manfully to fight the battle of legitimate defence,

scarcely had I spoken the word, scarcely had Í added words, that the defence would require 200,000 men, and eighty millions of florins, when the spirit of freedom moved through the hall, and nearly 400 Representatives rose, as one man; and, lifting up their right arms toward God. solemnly declared-" We GRANT it; FREEDOM! or death."

Thus they spoke, and there they swore, in calm and silent majesty, awaiting what further word might fall from my lips. And for myself, it was my duty to speak, but the grandeur of the moment, and the rushing waves of sentiment, benumbed my tongue. A burning tear fell from my eyes, a sigh of adoration to the Almighty Lord flushed my lips, and, bowing before the majesty of my people, I left the tribunal silently, speechless and mute. [Here Kossuth paused a few moments, overpowered by his emotions, and then said,] Pardon me my emotions: the shadows of our martyrs passed before my eyes; I heard the millions of my native land once more shouting-"LIBERTY! or DEATH."

As I was then, so I am now: I thank you, gentlemen, for the generous sympathy, with which, in my undeserving person, you honored the bleeding, the oppressed, but not broken Hungary; and I thank you warmly for the ray of hope, which the sympathy of your people casts on the night of our fate. But the words fail me; not only for want of a knowledge of your language, but chiefly because my sentiments are deep, and fervent, and true. The tongue of man is powerful enough to render the ideas which the human intellect conceives; but in the realm of true and deep sentiments, it is but a weak interpreter; these are inexpressible, like the end. less glory of the Omnipotent!

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