KOSSUTH AND GORGEY. The noble KosSSUTH on his native soil, Red with the blood of fallen heroes, knelt- Nor let vile tyranny defile its air With her foul deeds, but be it far-off driven A rescued people bend the grateful knee, And shout to cheering nations-'Brethren we are free!' And hurl'd the censure of heart-rooted hate Torturing with whips the weak,* and murdering the brave. Their foes before them as the summer's dust, With Russian hordes indomitably strove, Now in the scabbard shield their blades to rust! Raab just captured!-and the bold huzzars Dashing thro Presburg like war's meteor-flaming stars! Surrendered!-and so short a time ago Vienna trembling in her blood-stain'd walls- Not bayonets, nor cannon-thundering balls, The high-souled thoughts that in her bosom swell Against oppression's wrongs, could thus so swiftly quell: Nor could thy lofty spirit, Kossuth, bow So low, nor theirs, who, at thine altar, Liberty, Took, in the sacred name of God, the vow Their country from the tyrant's iron yoke to free: Alas! my trusting soul, Kossuth away, The cause his zeal upheld, vile treachery may betray. * An allusion to the savage barbarity of the Austrians under Haynau, in flogging a lady at Presburg in the open day, her only crime being her patriotism. And is it so? Can man degenerate be so bad Where (fawning on the Russian Bear's arm'd paws, A maniac thus his hand thrusts in the burning fire) Well may they shout, that rude invading horde, What mercy canst thou hope for, dastard chief, Was it for life?—that is, when longest, brief Thou thus hast shun'd the free-man's noblest fights? For Austria's tinsel'd honors, or for Russia's gold? Kossuth still lives, to curse thee in his soul, Honor'd by all the noble and the free; Whilst thou art doomed to drain guilt's poisoned bowl, To know thy name shall be the hiss and scorn Of millions living and of more unborn O! better far to be by fierce wild horses torn! J. B. For the information of such of our readers as are not acquainted with the History of the Hungarians, we may mention here, that they will find a short account of their origin, migrations, and settlement, in the 55th chapter of Gibbon's 'Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire,' from which we quote a few sentences, illustrative of the subject:-Magiar is the national and oriental denomination of the Hungarians; but, among the tribes of Scythia, they are distinguished by the Greeks under the proper and peculiar name of Turks, as the descendants of that mighty people who had conquered and reigned from China to the Volga.'-In their nomadic, or wandering state, 'their public counsels were directed by seven vayvods, or hereditary chiefs; but the experience of discord and weakness recommended the more simple and vigorous administration of a single person. The sceptre which had been declined by the modest Libedius, was granted to the birth, or merit, of Almus, and his son Arpad, and the authority of the supreme khan of the Chazars confirmed the engagement of the prince and people; of the people to obey his commands, OF THE PRINCE TO CONSULT THEIR HAPPINESS AND GLORY.' The house of Arpad reigned 300 years in the kingdom of Hungary. But the free born Barbarians were not dazzled by the lustre of a diadem, and the PEOPLE ASSERTED THEIR INDEFEASIBLE RIGHT OF CHOOSING, DEPOSING, AND PUNISHING, THE HEREDITARY SERVANT OF THE STATE.' We add to these extracts a short passage from Walker's 'Elements of Geography and of Natural and Civil history,' relating to this noble and valiant people, in whom the love of liberty has ever been the ruling passion: The inhabitants are composed of a variety of people differing in name, language, and manners, and this diversity has been thus accounted for:-the enthusiastic spirit for liberty, which so long opposed the Roman arms, made its last stand here, against those conquerors of the world, who, by degrees,'drove the remains of the different vanquished nations into these quarters: the thickness of the woods, the rapidity of the rivers, and the natural strength of the country, favored their resistance; and THEIR DESCENDANTS STILL RETAIN THE MOST LEGIBLE CHARACTERS OF THOSE UNSUBMITTING HEROES FROM WHOM THEY SPRUNG.' Long may they continue to retain it, in their noble struggle for national independence; may they abundantly show, not only that they still retain the indomitable spirit of their brave ancestors, but, in the discomfiture of Austrian despotism, and Russian barbarity, prove, to an admiring and cheering world, that a freeborn and united people, contending for the most sacred rights transmitted to them by their forefathers, and sanctioned and confirmed to them by the holiest laws, both human and divine, are INVINCIBLE. May the truly sublime and patriotic prayer of the pious and heroic Kossuth be yet heard by the 'mightiest of the mighty' ! May all free men on the face of the earth, on bended knees, and with uplifted hands and hearts, join in it with one consent. May they supplicate the aid of heaven in favor of suffering freedom and insulted humanity! May Britons, whose own partial liberties were won by valor and baptized in blood, be the first to sympathize in the sufferings of the patriotic Hungarians! From every temple in our land-from every private dwelling-from every English heart-may prayer ascend to the 'Most Mighty' on their behalf !— Trusting in an Aristocrat they have been betrayed-let them trust such no more, but rely solely on God and on themselves. SOW THY SEED. Sow thy seed, there is need ! never be weary, Work with thy brother, while he thine arm nerveth, As the grain, oft in pain, doubt, care, and sadness, All brave men, labor then, once having yielded The hand to the plough, look not back on the past; Sow thy seed, there is need, never mind sorrow, B. THE MASQUE OF LIFE. BY JANUARY SEARLE. H ME! that lonely way! 'Mid hanging rocks, all broken, bald, and grey, And shaggy gorges where the Prey-birds rose, Screaming from early morn till evening close. And I was forced for many weary days, It was a country of the Torrid East; Whilst dusky forms of many an Unknown Beast, There was no tree, nor shrub, nor pleasant flower, Fell on the burning earth; And not a bird The dead air stirred, With a melodious birth; But the heat came down Like God's fierce frown, In that wild, howling, wilderness, And as I journeyed on, 1 sometimes trod upon The fiery Asp amid the arid sands; And heard the laughter of Demoniac bands And felt the Earthquake's shock, My loins were girded with the Camel's hair, 00 The Tempter and his supernatural vitality; His mighty power, and the strange, awful, horrid creatures that obeyed his behests; And by which he wrought out his spells, and dire purposes; adding to these the witcheries of Beauty, & using them to destroy souls, when his terrors failed. The wanderer then leaves the Desert, and narrates the history of his early life; Its happy, innocent occupations and the joy he flt in the midst of God's beautiful creatures. How the Tempter by his secret and invisible influence robbed him of this joy ; And that old enemy whose vital breath Instinct he was with an unnatural life, Ah me! that life like his should e'er be given! He was master of the magic art, And knew all evil spirits each by name; And in a cavern dwelt from men apart, 'Mid sorceries foul, and ministries of flame. These were the things obscene, Nor these alone; but as his mind was bent,- He to his cunning purpose lent The witcheries of beauty, and the charm Of music and delight; Soft ravishments which do not seem to harm, Yet day and night Steal from the soul its strength, and darken all its sight. I was a Shepherd on the lonely plain, And whilst my flocks were grazing in the sun, I from my oaten pipes, with many a strain, Ah, happy days! ah innocent employ! Whilst yet the dew-drops glittered on their breasts, I know not why that enemy did come, |