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Kossuth at St. Louis, America.


Kossuth at St. Louis, America. The Ex-Governor of Hunga y made a speech at St. Louis, on the fourih anniversary of his country's revolution. Its orieutial luxuriance of language, and passionate form, re as follow I-o-Jay is the fourih anniversary oftbe revolution in Hungary. "Anniversaries of Revolutions are almost alwajs connected with the recollection of some patriots, death-fallea on that day like the Spartans at Thermopylae, martyrs of devotion to their Fatherland. Almost in every country there is some proud catafalk or some modest tombstone, adorned on such a day by a garland of ever- green, the pious offe>ing oi' patriotictecderne s. I passed last eight in a sleepless dream. And my soul wandeied, on the magnetic wing of the past, home to my beloved breeding land and 1 saw, in the dead of the night, dark veiled shapes, with the paleness of eternal grief upon their pale brows, but terrible in the tearless silence of that grief, gliding over ths churchyards of Hungary, and kneeling down to the head of the graves, and depositing the pious tribute of green and cypress upon them, and, after a short prayer, rising with clenched fists and gnashing teeth, and then stealing away, tear. less and silent as they came stealing away—because the blocd hounds of my couatiy's mur.lerer lurk from every corner on that night, and oa this day, and lead to prison those who dare to show a pious remembrance to the beloved. To-day a smiie cn the lips of a Magyar is taken for a crime of defiance to tyranny, ar,d a tear in his eye is equivalent to a revolt. And yet I have seen with the eyes of my home wandering soul, thousands per- forming the work of patriotic piety. And I saw more. When the pious officers had stolen away, I saw the honoured dead half risen from their tombs, looking to the offerings, and whis- pering—"Still a cypress, and still no flower of joy; is there still the chill of winter and the gloom of night over thee, Father- land ? Are we not yet revenged?' And the sky of the east reddened suddenly, and boiled with bloody fhmes; and from the far, far west, a lightning flashed Lke a star-spangled stripe, and within its light a ycung eagle mounted, and soared towards the bloody flames of the east, and as he drew near, upon his approaching, the boiling flames changed into a radiant morn- ing sun, and a voice from above was heard in answer to the question of the dead, Sleep yet a while; mine is the revenge. I will make the stars of the west the suas of the east; and when ye next awake, you will find the fiower of joy upon your cold bed.' He referred, in the following passage, to the Hungarian declaration of freedom, four years ago We, the elect of the nation, sat busily, but quietly, in the legislative hall of old Presburg, and pas-sed, without any flood of eloquence, in short words, on that morning, our laws-that the people shall be free; the burden of feudality cease; the peasant become free proprietor; that equality of duties, equality of rights, shall be the fundamental law and civil, political, social, and religious liberty the common property of all the people, whatever tongue it may speak, or in whatever church pray and that a national ministry shall execute these laws. and guard with its responsibility the chartered ancient independence of our Fatherland. Two days before, Austria's brave peop!e, in Vienna, had broken its yoke and summing up despots in the person of its tool, old Metternich, drove him away, and the Hapsburg, trembling in their imperial cavern of imperial crimes, trembling, but treacherous, and lying, and false, wrote, with yard-long letters, the words—'Constitution' and 'Free Press' upon Vienna's walls; and the people cheered in joy the inveterate liars, because the people knows no falseh-ood-so it none believes. On the 14th, I announced the tidings from Vienna to our parliament at Presburg. The announcement was swiftly carried by the great democrat, the steam engine, upon the billows of the Danube down to old Buda and to young Pesth and while we in the House of Representatives, passed the laws of justice and of freedom, the people of Peeth rose in peaceful, but majestic manifestation, declaring its will that the people should be free. Before this manifestation, all the barriers of freedom, raised by violence against the laws, fell by themselves. Not a drop of blood was shed. A man who sat'in priion because he dared to write a book, was carried home through the streets. The people armed itself as a National Guard, and the windows were illuminated, and bonfires burnt; add when these tidings returned back to Presburg, blended with the cheers from Vienna, they warmed the chill of the house of lords, and they readily agreed to the laws we proposed. And there was a rejoicing throughout the land. For the first time for centuries the farmer awoke with the pleasant feeling that his time was now his own, and for the first time went out to till his jieJd with the consoling thought that the ninth garb of his harvest will not be taken by the landlord, and the tenth by the bishop. Both had fully re- signed their feudal part, and the air was brightened by lustre of the freedom, and the very soil budding into a blooming paradise." Such is the memory of the 13th of March, 1848.