The Eighth Tribe, 1976 (3. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1976-02-01 / 2. szám
Page 2 THE EIGHTH TRIBE February, 1976 WHAT IS THE EIGHTH TRIBE? The Hungarian Nation when entering the Carpathian Basin in the 9th century A.D. was composed of seven Magyar tribes of Scythian origin. Many hundreds years later some of the people left Hungary for a newly discovered land — and this segment became the Eighth Tribe. To those who were bom in this land, speaking or not the Hungarian language, Reformed, Lutheran, Catholic or any other faith, even if only a trace of Hungarian origin in them, to these this Magazine is dedicated. There are many social activities pursued by today’s generation to further or keep up some of the Hungarian customs in their own respective areas. We would like to bring all these to our readers, so they know what is happening in Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Detroit, Chicago, New York, Florida and California or wherever it may be. Send us pictures and descriptions of your groups. There are many of the second and third generation, who have achieved distinguished fame in their fields. We would like to bring this to the attention of our readers, so all of us can be proud of their achievements. The first issue of The Eighth Tribe was published April, 1974. THE EIGHTH TRIBE Editor ........................................................... Sándor E. Chomos Contributing Editors: ........... Albert Wass, Joseph Széplaki and Dr. István S. Tuba Published and printed monthly by the Bethlen Press, Inc. P. O. Box 637, Ligonier, Pa. 15658, U.S.A. Second Class Postage paid at Ligonier, Pa. 15658, U. S. A. Subscription: $8.00 yearly. Sándor Petőfi: TO LIBERTY Oh liberty, let us look into your eyes! We have piningly waited so long for you, Through many nights, like ghosts, Our souls wandered about in the world in search of you. We looked for you, the only true godliness, On earth and in the sky, You are eternal, the rest is an idol Which will collapse after standing a while. And still, still you were banished, You hid about like the murderous Cain, Your holy name was nailed to a whipping post, Your coming was waited for by executioners. Finally your long hiding has ended, He who dug a grave for you has fallen into it, We led you in, and in order to rule, You have occupied the king’s chair. You are our legal king, We stand, in celebration, at your throne; About you are a million torches, The waving flames of the fires of our hearts. Oh, look upon us, exalted liberty! Throw upon us a life giving glance, That our strength, which wanes from our feverish joy, Will be increased by the rays from your eyes. But liberty, why is your face pale? The memories of your sufferings have settled on you? Or we have not done enough for you? You fear your crown from the future? Fear not, we will protect you ... just a word, Just lift up, just move your flag, You will have troops by the thousands and thousands, Troops ready to die or triumph! And even if we would fall to a man, We will come up from the grave at midnight, And your victorious enemy will again have to Struggle, with our ghostly spirits! Pest, 1848, before March 27 Translated by Frank Szomy
