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staff, who stood around him. In a light science are upon him. All these malediobrown blouse, with a golden collar, riding tions, with the displeasure of a righteous boots, reaching far above the knees, a round God, are now on the man, who, to revenge black bat, surmounted by a waving white himself upon his rival, sold his country to feather, he was joking with a beautiful young its oppressors, when, by one splendid action, girl, into whose ear he was whispering flat- by one patriotic effort, by one crowning viotering nonsense. The general staff Aldated | tory, such as the one hundred thousand solsound him, their splendor and magnificence diers at Szegedin were panting for, he could recalling the times of Hunyadi and Zrini.- have annihilated the arm ies of the invasion Every one was dressed in the most elegant bid defiance to the Austrian despot, and givaniform, as if for a festival. The sun-burnt, en liberty and tranquility to fifteen millions youthful thin figures, in short attilas, with of his countrymen. Or, if instead of achievheavy gold trimmings, hats with waving ing such a victory, he was destined to fall on feathers on their heads, mounted upon fiery the field of battle, and to close his eye on a steeds, galloping to and fro, formed a group subjugated country, he could, at least, have w warlike as the facy of any painter could done his duty, and died the death of a Leondescribe

idas or a Ragoczy, **In the midst of this, a general commo- "Immediately upon the perpetration of tian soon took place. Gorgey had thrown this deed, the army of the new capitol was himself on his horse. He was followed by disbanded. Many of the men and several of bis glittering suite. It was the last act in the officers ended their present agony by the drama of the Magyar war. Only a sol- putting pistols to their foreheads. Other dier's heart can comprehend the feeling with fell upon their swords, or pierced their hearts which a warrior is parted from his arms. with the Magyar stiletto. Hundreds, whole Many seemed torn in helpless agony. Others companies, rather than fall into the hands of vept as they printed a parting kiss on the their merciless oppressors, burst through the cold steel A great number shrieked out encampment, flying to the high hills and with rage to be led against the enemy rather deep gorges of the mountains, to terminate than be subjected to the disgrace. I saw how their sorrows by starvation. Kossuth, the officers and men threw themselves into each spotless patriot, but now a private citizen

thers arms, and sobbing, bid each other a Kossuth, the great orator and statesmanlang farewell. Others raved ågainst their of- Kossuth, the friend and benefactor of his ficers, and accused them of selfishness. No people, seeing that all was lost, and loaded pen cap describe the wo, the despair, which with the grief of the whole nation, fled in prevailed among the hussars. Many shot tears towards the southern borders of the their horses, and they, who would have lost kingdom to beg a temporary hiding-placa 1 limb without a groan, sobbed like children. J in a barbarous, but not an unfeeling country, Gorgey rode around, proud and immovable Hungary was now fallen. Haynau, the sa marble statue of Mars; and it was only buteher, at once erected his scaffolds for the now and then that his ringing, metallic execution of the friends of Magyar freedom. Foice was heard, exhorting the soldiers to Scores of the noblest of the land were igno make haste.'

| miniously hung for having defended the “Alas! alas! that the anagram of Freder. I liherties of their country. Other scores had ic, and the long fostered purpose of the des. the favor shown them of baring their forepotic house of the Hapsburghs, should be at 1 eads to the rifle. Week after week the last fulfilled through the treachery of an lood of the patriots ran in rivulets. Month Hungarian Soldier. But, from the instant of fter month nothing was heard but the the treason, the curses of the world are upon voice of lamentation and weeping. On a the traitor. The curses of his own con single day, soon after the surronder, thirteen

of the ablest Generals of the war were mur of childhood is no protection against persedered in cold blood, because they had fought cutions. I conjure your Excellency, in the to save their homes from the assauits and a- name of the Most High, to put a stop to bominations of foreign soldiers.

these cruelties, by your powerful mediation and especially to accord my wife and chil.

dren an asylum on the soil of the generous “No sooner was it known that Kossuth | English people. and his companions had thrown themselves “The day at length arrived. The Hungaupon the compassion of the Turkish govern- rians were brought out by a Turkish officer, ment, than every exertion was made by where they could stand in each other's presAustria and Russia, to get the fugitives sentence, and where the example of one detection back again, and delivered into the hands of would have its influence upon the company., their victorious enemies. Threats and prom- Many of the poor fugitives, it must be coniges were both brought to bear upon the fessed, loved life too well to stand against Turk. The world looked on with the deep- the powerful temptation. The great Bem, est interest to see how he would decide a himself, who was a soldier simply, renounoquestion which involved the lives of his no-ed the creed of his fathers, and became a ble guests. It was generally believed that follower of the Prophet, Kossuth was callhe would not dare to deny what Russia, back-ed on last. His reply may as well go down od by Austria, demanded. While the mat- to posterity as the sublime response: ‘My. ter was in negotiation, however, a benevo- answer,' said the Christian patriot, does not. lent, but dishonorable scheme was started by admit of hesitation. Between death and certain Turkish officers, to save the fugitives. shame the choice can neither be dubious nos There was an old law, that an alien, fleeing difficult. Governor of Hungary, and elected from justice, and entering the Territories of to that high place by the confidence of fifthe Sublime Porte, could challenge and se teen millions of my countrymen, I know well cure the protection of the State, by abjuring what I owe to my country, even in exile.his national faith, and professing the religion Even as a private individual I have an honof Mahomet. The subterfuge was now of-orable path to pursue. Though once. fered to the Hungarians. A time was fixed Governor of a generous people, I leave! upon for them to give their answer to the inheritance to my children. They shall at proposition. In the meanwhile, but just pri- least, bear an unsullied name. God's will or to the important day, Kossuth sent his be done. I am prepared to die." celebrated letter to Lord Palmerston, in which he describes his critical condition, and, as a dying man, entreats the English A GRAND ARCHÆOLOGICAL DISCOVERY minister to show compassion to his family. Alexander Von Humboldt publishes in the

Time presses. Our doom may, in a few Gazette de Spener, some particulars of his days, be sealed. Allow me to make an hum- interesting discovery, at Athens, of the ble personal request. I am a man, my lord, council-chamber, where the Five Hundred prepared to face the worst, and I can die, held their deliberations. At a depth of one with a free look at heaven, as I have lived, foot below the surface, he had come upon a But I am also, my lord, a husband and a large mass of inscriptions, columns, statues, father. My poor, true-hearted wife, my &c., which forbid a doubt that there had children, and my noble, old mother, are wan- been the seat of that celebrated building dering about in Hungary. They will pro- The explorations have not gone on as rapidbably soon fall into the hands of those Aus- | ly as they might, on account of the expense. trians who delight in torturing even feeble | There is little doubt, however, that the dis. women, and with whom, even the innocence covery is of extraordinary importance.

For the Miscellany. "IT IS WELL." (Washington's Last Words.)

BY S. LATTA SMITH.

He feebly turned his thoughts from death's near

door
To sean the past; his varied life all o'er,
From sportive youth and battle's fearful rage,
To calm and peaceful life in honored age,
Twas then be spoke! when life was ebbing fast,
Yes! it is well"; then calmly breathed his last. A
In youth no guit could pale or flush his cheek,
But what would shun his open heart and meek.
In manhood's stronger prime how paint his namne-
In freedom's light, with freedom's holy claim-
Yes, link it there with hopes that cost so dear
The faithful, constant, still through hope and fear.
His heart was tried in trials darkest gloom,
To trattor's guilt and fear it gave no room;
The brilliant stars of justice and of right,
Were veiled and hid in dark tyrannic night.
His peopie, ground beneath the tyrant's heel,
And made the tyrant's kingly power to feel :
His poble heart sent up a feeling sigh-
A prayer, invoking God's omniscient eye,
To guide his few as chosen ones of old,
To give them frith-the breast-plate of the bold:
He girt his armor on, of freedom proud,
Then raised from 'neath the dark and dismal cloud
That o'er his country threat'ning hung,
Our chosen stars, and banners bravely flung
Thern in the God inspiring breeze:
His prayer was heard! triumphant o'er the seas,
In freedom's light we now behold them wave,
Vith numbers more, and brightness still to save.
His soul was free to leave those words behind,
And “It is well," is truth to freemen's minds, -
Ye Kings! and you, the struggling, truth must own,
OXFreedom's germs, by him so bravely sown-
Behold the current's widening underflow,
It etafes its bounds but yet to overflow ,
And fatal sweep to dark oblivion's grave,
What trembling kings are seeking now to save.
Too late! our western star sends back its light;
Its flood of brilliant rays, diverging bright,
Sweeps silent, sweetly back far o'er the wave,
And whispers "It is well;" rise up and save
Your millions sorely clanking now their chains;
Yes, fun the flame that in your bosom reigns.
His soul for realms of everlasting day,
And body now to gain its kindred clay.
For mortal, and immortal thus to feel,
• While Angel's message-whispers to them steal,
And bids thern part in peace, as peace hath been,
How enim, how pure, the parting scene:

Twas then they jointly whispered "It is well,"
The mortal and immortal's last farewell,

'Twas then his soul forsook its withered clay,
And left his spirit working here to-day;
His name and noble deeds his nation's pride;
And 'sociates of freedom, far and wide:
We love, and claim him, all with voice and hearts
And shall distinction claim him now apart,
Forsaking but the glories of his name,
And clinging to the symbols of his aim?
Our great and glorious Union of to-day;
By vile disunion's storms be swept away,
And then, with voice divided, praise his name?
'Twould make his peaceful ashes cry, for shame.
How blind to think of braving such a shock,
And wrecking 'pon a self-constructed rock;
"Tis false, no ample reason hath been mado,
To raise secession's fiery fatal blade,
And stab his sacred cause ull to the core,
And bid the heart of Freedom beat no more.
His warning voice still lingers in our ears-
It checks their idle rage and calms our fears.
'Tis clear, but clouds still linger in our sky,
A foetus floats before the keener eye,
That pants, and slowly swells for giant life;
Convulsive throbs proclaim its future strife;
Our Nation's grent event is not yet past,
But 'twill, with Freedom's vigor, meet the blast.
The Grecian hosts prepared for mighty war,
Had better cause to separate by
When great Achilles won the captive dame,
The fair and lovely prize or Grecian fame,
To him, for his great deeds, the prize was paid,
His lost; Atrides claimed the captive maid:
The king demands! Achilles then resigns,
And spurning, bids his armies stay behind;
Atrides then to launch his mighty fleet
With severed strength, the Trojans then to meet,
Alas, the Grecian's cause and strength were twain,
Too late they prayed for union's strength again,
The Trojan hosts, they bravely swept the plain,
And strewed the ground with heaps of Grecian slatt.
How very like this far-off darker age,
The simple cause of blind secession's rage;
But better far this light of freedom's day,"
For reason now with strength asserts her sway,
A youthful union, formed in Union's strength,
In manhood now will guard its manly length,
And still look back with pride and grateful heart,
To those who early moved and marked its chart;
Of freedom's needle, quelled the trembling spell,
They'll love the soul that whispered, “it is well."
A father's tomb-a nation's holy shrine,
Where every heart doth bow and say 'tis mine
He sleeps the silent sleep of all the earth,
But waits no waking of a second birth:
He lives in old andi nfant memory's care,
For every grade his equal blessings share;
His soul it moved his lips to speak the thought,
When freely ushered forth a life well wrought
The yielding air it answered "it is well,"
And sounding still, it echoes "it is well."

HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.

many graceful and lovely shoots of native

song. BY GEO. GILFILLAN.

| In spite of the penumbra of prejudtco America has been long looking for its Poet,

against American verse, more fugitive float and has been taught by many sages to be

ing poetry of real merit exists in its litera lieve, that hitherto it has been looking in

| ture than in almost any other. Dana has vain. Each new aspirant to the laurel has

united many of the qualities of Crabbe to a been scanned with a watchfulness and igal portion of the weird and haggard power of ousy, proportioned to the height of expecta

Coleridge's, muse. Pereival has recalled

| Wordsworth to our minds, by the pensiv tion which had been excited, and to the length of time during which that expecta

and tremulous depth of his strains. Bryant, tion has been deferred; and because the ris

without a trace of imitation, bas become the en Poet did not supply the vacuum of cen-1

American Campbell, equally select, simple, turies—did not clear all the space by which

chary, and memorable. In reply to Mrs. Britain had got the start of her daughter--|

Hemans, have been uttered a perfect chorus, did not include in his single self the essence

of voices of Shakspeare, Milton, and Byron-his ge

"Sweet and melancholy sounds, nius was pronounced a failure, and his works

Like music on the waters." naught. Tests were proposed to him from Emerson has poured forth notes, sweet now which our home authors would have recoiled, as the murmur of bees, and now strong as Originalities were demanded of him, which the roar of torrents; here cheerful as the few of ourselves in this imitative age have pipings of Arcadia, and there mournfully been able to exemplify. As in Macbeth, not melodious as the groans of Ariel, from the the "child's," but the "armed head" was ex- centre of his cloven pine. And with a voice pected to rise first from the vacant abyss of wide compass, clear articulation, and most American literature must walk before creep-musical tones, has Longfellow sung his man ing, and fly before walking,

ifold and melting numbers. Not unfrequeutly, our British journals. The distinguishing qualities of Longfel contained programmes of the genius and low seem to be beauty of imagination, del writings of the anticipated Poet, differing icacy of taste, wide syropathy, and mild not more from common sense, than from earnestness, expressing themselves some each other. "He must be intensely nation- times in forms of quaint and ram

times in forms of quaint and fantastic fancy, ad,” said one authority. “He must be but always in chaste and simple language. broadly Catholic--of no country,” said a His imagination sympathises more with the second. "He must be profoundly medita-correct, the classical, and the refined, than tive, as his own solitary woods," said 'á with that outer and sternur world, when third. "He must be bustling, rapid and fi-dwell the dreary, the rude, the fierce, and the exy as his own railways," said a fourth. terrible shapes of things.

Que sighed for an American Milton; an- The scenery he describes best is the stoother predicted the uprise of another Goethe, ried richness of the Rhine, or the golden glo"Giant of the Western Star;” and a third ries of the Indian Summer, or the environs modestly confined his wishes within the of the old Nova Scotian village, or the wide compass of a second Shakspeare

billowing prairie; and not those vast forests, Pernicious as, in some measure, such in-wbere a path for the sunbeams must be ardinate expectations must have proved to hewn, nor those wildernesses of snow, where oll timid and vacillating minds in America, the storm and the wing of the condor divido * it did not prevent its bolder and more ear the sovereignty. In the midst of such nest spirits from taking their own way,-by dreadful solitudes, his genius rather shigers crafting, upon the stock of imported poetry, and cowers, than rises and reigns

He is a spirit of the Beautiful, more than slowly and solidly, as though he were piling

the Sublime; he has lain on the lap of Pyramids, is neither his aim nor his attainLoreliness, and not been dandled like a ment. He gathers on the contrary, roses and Ean-cab, on the knees of Terror. The magic lilies,—the roses of the hedge aud lilies of be wields, though soft, is true and strong. If the field, as well as those of the garden, sot a prophet, torn by a secret burden, and and wreathes them into chaplets for the attering it in wild tamultuous strains, he is brow and neck of the beautiful.. e genuine poet, who has sought for, and His poetry is that of sentiment, rather found inspiration, now in the story and than of thought. But the sentiment is nevsomery of his own country, and now in the er false, nor strained, nor mawkish. It is allays and legends of other lands, whose na- / ways mild, generally manly, and sometimes tive rein, in itself exquisite, has been high- / it approaches the sublime. It touches both ly cultivated and delicately cherished.

the female part of man's mind and the mas

culine part of woman's. He can at one It is to us a proof of Longfellow's origi

time start unwonted tears in the eyes of elity, that he bears so well and meekly his

men, and at another kindle on the cheeks of lood of accomplishments and acquirements.

women a glorious glow of emotion, which His ornaments, unlike those of the Sabine

the term blush cannot adequately measure; as maid, bave not crushed him, por impeded

far superior to it as is the splendor of a sunthe motions of his own mind. He has trans

set to the bloom of a peach. trited a lore, gathered from many langua

| We have been struck with the variety of e into a quick and rich flame, which we

Longfellow's poems. He has written hithfel to be the flame of Genius..

erto, no large, recondite work. His poems It is evident that his principal obligations are all short-effusions, not efforts. He has te due to German literature, which over exhibited no traces of a comic vein. His lin, as over so many at the present day, ex-sphere is that of sentiment, moralizing eloate a certain wild witchery, and s tasted gantly upon many objects. And yet within with all the sweetness of the forbidden that sphere, there is little mannerism, repefruit No writer in America' has more tition, or self-imitation. His sentiment as treped his soul in the spirit of Gerinan poe- sumes a great variety of aspects. Now it is try, its blended homeliness and romance, its tender to tears, and now heroic to daring; cuplicity and fantastic emphasis, than now it muses, and now it dreams; now it is Longfellow. And if he does not often trust a reverie, and now a rapture; now it is an alhimself amidst the weltering chaos of its phi- legory, now a psalm, and again a song; evebeophers, you see bim, lured by their fascio ry thing, in short, save a monotony. Nor ostion, hanging over their brink, and rapt in is this the many-sidedness of a mockingvouder at their strange; gigantic, and ever- bird. The sentiment the varied song, as difting forms. Indeed his “Hyperion,” well as the song of the curied sentiment, is contains two or three exquisite bits of tran- ever his own. Kendentalism.

One of the most pleasiug characteristics Longfellow is rather a romantic and senti

a romantic and santi. of this writer's works is their intense humental, than a philosophical poet. He

manity. A man's heart beats in his every dows into verse the feelings, moods, and

line. His writings all fancies of the young or female mind of ge

“Take a sober co lor rom the eye, mius, not the mature cogitations of profound

ations of profound

That bath kept w

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality." philosophy. His song is woven of moon- He loves, pities, and feels with, as well as light, not of strong summer sunshine. To for, his fellow "hunan mortal.” Hence his dorify abstractions, to flush clear naked writing is blood-warm. He is a brother, trath into beauty, to "build" up poems speaking to inen as brothers, and as broth

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