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I returned to Warsaw full of joy and impatience; I thought that Love and
Hymen were about to bestow Lodoiska on me.----Alas! I no longer had a
father. I learned, on entering the capital, that Lovzinski died of an
apoplexy on the night before my arrival. Thus I was deprived of even the
sad consolation of receiving the last sighs of the most tender of
parents; I could only offer up my sorrows at his tomb, which I bathed
with my tears!
----“It is not,” says Pulaski to me, who was but little moved with my
profound sorrow; “it is not by means of barren tears that you can do
honour to a father such as thine. Poland in him regrets a Citizen----
----a hero, who would have been of immense service during the critical
moment which now approaches. Worn out with a tedious malady, our monarch
has not a fortnight to live, and on the choice of his successor depends
the happiness or misery of our fellow-citizens.
“Of all the rights which the death of your father transmits to you, the
most noble is undoubtedly that of assisting at the Diet, in which you
are to represent him; it is there where he will revive in you; it is
there, where you ought to exhibit a courage infinitely more difficult to
be sustained than that which consists only in braving death in the field
of battle!
“The valour of a soldier is nothing more than a common virtue; but they
are not ordinary men who on awful emergencies, preserving a tranquil
courage, and displaying an active penetration, discover the projects of
the powerful who cabal, disconcert the enterprises of the intriguing,
and confront the designs of the factious; who, always firm,
incorruptible, and just, give not their suffrages but to those whom they
think most worthy of them; whom neither gold nor promises can seduce,
whom prayers cannot bend, whom menaces cannot terrify.
“These were the virtues which distinguished your father; this is the
precious inheritance which you ought to be desirous of sustaining. The
day on which the states assemble for the election of a king, will be the
epoch on which the pretensions of many of our fellow-citizens, more
occupied with their private interests than jealous of the prosperity of
their country, will be manifested, as well as the pernicious designs of
the neighbouring powers, whose cruel policy it is to destroy our
strength by dividing it.
“I am deceived, my friend, if the fatal moment is not fast approaching,
which will for ever fix the destinies of our country,----its enemies
have conspired its ruin; they have secretly prepared for a
revolution;----but they shall not consummate their purposes while my arm
can sustain a sword! May that God, who is the protector of the republic,
prevent all the horrors of a civil war! But that extremity, however
frightful it appears, may perhaps become necessary; I flatter myself
that it will be but a short, although perhaps a violent crisis, after
which the regenerated state will assume its ancient splendour.
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