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Title: Hungary and the Hungarians
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Bovill, W. B. F Pascoe, William, ill
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Publisher: New York, McClure
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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nt accent of infallibility which in-variably preludes some great national crisis in politics,an obstacle to understanding rather than an adjunct.The temptation to live amongst the many heroes ofthe past, to gloat over the Golden Age of Matthias,to revel in the doughty deeds of Rakoczy li., and tosing the captivating Kurucz songs, is but one part oflife, and that not an over important one. Hungaryhas not been, it is to coined When such is the mottoof the nation, then the parochialism prevalent to-daywill vanish, and the firm establishment of Hungaryamongst the nations will really commence. TheHungarians are the most bewildering, fascinating, andhospitable race in Europe I have ever met, but to knowwhat they are going to do next is to assume the officeof the seer. . . • . Let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been deposed ; some slain in war; Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poisond by their wives ; some sleeping killd.
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HUNGARY AND THE CHAPTER ITHE GLOWING PAST The time has come, the Walrus said,To talk of many things :Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax—Of cabbages—and kings.—Lewis Carroll THE Magyar enjoys retrospect. The songs ofto-day are unsung; the books of to-day remainunread; the men of to-day, save in the arena ofpoHtics, are unknown. My dear old Hungarian hostaway in the Carpathians, how he delighted in sittingon the balcony those wonderful autumn evenings andspeaking of the dead heroes of his land ! At thatmoment the past had no fascination for me. I was amere lounger in the land. Even the present—that outof which the future would be made—only concerned mebut little. It is true there were vague questionings,and a desire to see the natural beauties of the land,but the seriousness of study had not fallen upon methen. Notwithstanding this absence of seriousness, Ifelt peculiarly amenable to impressions. The scent 2 HUNGARY AND THE HUNGARIANS of those stately pines, the wild untau

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