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KOSSUTH AND GORGEY.

The noble KosSSUTH on his native soil,

Red with the blood of fallen heroes, knelt-
(His soul still unsubdued-by grief-by toil-
By all the patriot cares that in it dwelt)-
And, o'er his slaughtered brethren's recent graves,
Prayed that that sacred soil might ne'er be trod by slaves.
O God of Freedom! hear the heart-felt prayer
That for his father-land he raised to heaven,

Nor let vile tyranny defile its air

With her foul deeds, but be it far-off driven
Discomfited for ever, while to Thee

A rescued people bend the grateful knee,

And shout to cheering nations-'Brethren we are free!'
Alas! what direful news have reached our isle,
Where Britain's free-born sons, with joy elate,
Hungarian valor hail'd with kindling smile,

And hurl'd the censure of heart-rooted hate
'Gainst despots-banded nations to enslave,

Torturing with whips the weak,* and murdering the brave.
Surrendered!-what-the patriots who drove

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-
Surrendered!-Hungary subdued !-oh! no :

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
As sacrifice to self a nation's sacred cause?
It is too true. A shout is heard at Arad,

Where (fawning on the Russian Bear's arm'd paws,
With idiot trust, to soothe his roused ire-

A maniac thus his hand thrusts in the burning fire)
The dastard Gorgey bows and lays his sword,
Submitting to the mercy of the Czar !

Well may they shout, that rude invading horde,
And send the clarion of their triumph far,
Alarming distant realms-while o'er the sea
It booms along the muffled knell of Liberty!

What mercy canst thou hope for, dastard chief,
Betrayer of thy country and its rights;

Was it for life?—that is, when longest, brief

Thou thus hast shun'd the free-man's noblest fights?
Hast thou thy country's freedom basely sold

For Austria's tinsel'd honors, or for Russia's gold?
What matters it? Thy fate is infamy:

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,
Morning and evening withhold not thine hand;
By the side of all waters let faith and hope cheer thee,—
Where the blessing may rest is not thine to command.
Do thy best, leave the rest, while the day serveth,—
Night will assuredly overtake noon;

Work with thy brother, while he thine arm nerveth,
Without him, or for him, if holding back soon.
On the earth, must have birth-(tho to mere reason,
Unequal the contest with evil may prove)-
When of trial and conflict endured the dark season,
All that shall blossom and bear fruit above.

As the grain, oft in pain, doubt, care, and sadness,
The Husbandman needs must commit to the soil,
Long to struggle with darkness and death, if in gladness
He may hope e'er to reap the new harvest from toil.

All brave men, labor then, once having yielded

The hand to the plough, look not back on the past;
In the inward and onward, Faith, day by day wielded,
Only can win the true substance at last.

Sow thy seed, there is need, never mind sorrow,
Disappointment is not what it seems to thee now;
Tears, if but touched by one heavenly ray, borrow
A glory that spans all,-the bright promised bow!

B.

THE MASQUE OF LIFE.

BY JANUARY SEARLE.

H ME! that lonely way!
Savage and wild it was,

'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,
To wander there, that I my life might save
From an old enemy, and early grave.

It was a country of the Torrid East;
And Tawny Lions did beset the ways;

Whilst dusky forms of many an Unknown Beast,
Loomed thro the shadows of the moon by night,
And filled the rocks and vallies with affright.

There was no tree, nor shrub, nor pleasant flower,
And no refreshing dew nor shower

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 I was all alone in my distress.

And as I journeyed on,

1 sometimes trod upon

The fiery Asp amid the arid sands;

And heard the laughter of Demoniac bands
Echo from rock to rock;

And felt the Earthquake's shock,
As he stirred in his sepulchres below,
And terrors followed me wherever I did go.

My loins were girded with the Camel's hair,
My feet were sandaled with the Tiger's hide;
And fear dwelt in my heart, and fell despair,
And hope came not, nor joy, with me to bide:
For I had fled the world in dread of death,

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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
Came not of earth or heaven.

Instinct he was with an unnatural life,

Ah me! that life like his should e'er be given!
And with it direful powers of wo and strife,
Which make earth hell, and man the fire of heaven.

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.
Knowlege, and wealth, and science were his dower:
Strange, secret Things obeyed him as their Lord;
The Stars were servitors unto his power
And Winged Monsters trembled at his word.
Huge, Sexless Forms, and Mixed Brutalities,
Like the old Twilight Births of ancient time,
Rolled thrö the dusky den their glaring eyes,
And Serpents crawled around with their foul brood of slime.

These were the things obscene,
Wherewith the enemy unclean,
Worked out his dreadful will :

Nor these alone; but as his mind was bent,-
On sudden or on lingering ill,—

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,
Made musical the hours as they did run.

Ah, happy days! ah innocent employ!
When thrö the twilight mists I saw each morn
Break with his golden wings and face of joy,
Dropping sweet smiles upon the world forlorn;
And heard the forest minstrels, one by one,

Whilst yet the dew-drops glittered on their breasts,
Sing to the Lord, whose presence round them shone,
Waking betimes within their leafy nests.

I know not why that enemy did come,
To rob me of the heaven I had on earth;

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