tain aid and protection to every one,-protection for his property and for his life, who does not meet me as a foe.

What is needed for my troops will be negociated with your local authorities, and exchanged either for payment in coin, or, should money fail, for equally valuable, legally recognized notes.

Therewith do I place my trust in God, hoping His help, and the aid of all well-thinking persons in this most just and holy cause of freedom and of my country.

God save our Constitutional Emperor and King, Ferdinand!

On the banks of the Drave,

Sept. 10, 1848.

JELLACIC, BAN.

No. IV.

LE CHOEUR DES JACQUES.

Souffres, que rien ne te rebute;
Il faut souffrir jusqu'à la fin,
Les hommes sont prêts pour la lutte,
Quand ils sont dressés par la faim.
Réponds par un calme sublime

A de lâches séductions.

Attends, pour sortir de l'abîme,

Le flot des révolutions.

(La Jacquerie, par Bravard).

Air :-Le peuple est Roi! le peuple est Roi!

Refrain.

Nargue aux Rois et nargue aux Cosaques !

La misère a repris les rangs!

La moisson s'approche-et les Jacques

Vont moissonner chez les tyrans.

Les hommes noirs de la discorde
Ont reparu dans nos hameaux ;
Le ciel avec l'enfer s'accorde

Pour mettre le comble à nos maux !

Les Cosaques sont à nos portes,

Les Jésuites sont dans nos murs!

Nos bras sont bons! nos faulx sont fortes!

Les seigles seront bientôt mûrs!

SPEED thee well, noble General! to work with thy sword!
Not alone for the sake of a glorious action;

It is Austria lives in thy camp and thy word;

Of the land of our fathers we are but a fraction.

In our vanity blind, in our folly grown weak,
We have fallen to pieces, divided and lost;
Whilst there is but one mind, if Radetzky but speak,
And to battle command all his conquering host.

In the thousands who march as thy banners are spread,
There is found in the mass neither stripling nor youth
Who would question thy word, or endeavour to shed
False delusions around the pure beauty of truth.

And thy guards, they can watch, ay, and wake all the night; They protect what they watch, at their post they will stand;

Little like the bold burghers, who soon take to flight

When the drums give the warning of danger at hand.

In the field where they fight, in the camp ever changing,
Stands the city of soldiers, their home, and their all;

If this city is burnt, over all spreads the blight,
Its destruction involves their own ruin and fall.

And thy magistrates are the brave leaders of men,

With a sword by their side, every outbreak to quell ; Firm and good is the law which the sword--not the penWrites in letters of blood, "It is death to rebel!"

Be it Croat or Magyar-not a rush does it matter

Give the word "Vorwärts!"-'tis the same for each clan Be it German or not, they don't squabble or clatter, For "Vorwürts!" is enough, and they march to a man.

For the danger of all, every man must unite;
It is union builds up a city or state:
We are never alone, save in death's stilly night,
But in life's busy scene every man has his mate.

Be to us, thou old warrior, a glory and sign!

And our hands and our hearts shall be ever united;
It is thus that her laurels proud triumph shall twine,
And the end shall be joy which can never be blighted.

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THE END.

LONDON:

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