It was a long time ago; between that time and today a new generation has occupied the space.

Pest has since grown into a world city, and the current youth is much ahead of the time, but it could not overpower them in two: in enthusiasm and patriotism.

Thirty-five years ago, the color-java of youth without a class distinction rushed under the banner.

Courting in Pest was not fashionable even then, but this lack was filled with light and respect by the university palace. A respectable man sat by the fireplace in the princely room adorned with beaten gold; in his features nobility and goodness were reflected, and young enthusiasm flared from his eyes.

In a semicircle, partly wearing the uniforms of various regiments and partly wearing civilian clothes, they lived there: Count Dénes Allmásy bár, Baron Lajos Dőry (today a Hussar Colonel), György Szalbeck ✝, Róbert Tajosy Roger gr Baron Sándor Maszburg, Baron Frigyes Podmaniczky, Count Pál Ráday ✝, Count László Vay (today a Hussar Colonel), György Komáromy ✝, János Dőry, br. Amsberg ✝, Count Sándor Károlyi, István Prónay, Rosty-102-Pál ✝, Bertalan Szunyogh, Miklós Kiss ✝, Lajos Litsken ✝, Baron Smertzing Tádé ✝, small myself and many others. Major Elekon Solomon presented to the colonel and to the owner of the regiment the officers of the regiment.

The first flower from this beautiful wreath that the storm broke was Captain Térey; he and his hatchet were spread on the same by a cannonball.

As I have already mentioned, the 16th Hussar Regiment was set up at the expense of Count István Károlyi, and it became one of the most beautiful regiments of the army. If a poorer destiny was worthy of promotion, the installation costs were borne by Count István Károlyi.

Today, all the staff officers, and most of the officers, are dead, mostly of a bent age, and barely one or two can still recognize the levente of the former Délczeg. Only the university palace still stands in the same light, with the same respect, as it stood thirty-five years ago. Deservedly, the Hungarian spirit and patriotic feeling of the children guarantees the nation that the grandchildren will be worthy descendants of their ancestors.

Count István Károlyi grazed his eyes on the Dalian group with pleasure, and expressed in warm words the hope that, under such leadership, his regiment would surely reap glory. Everyone had some gentle questions and words of encouragement.

Meanwhile, the butler came and reported that a woman and her child who had fled St. Thomas were asking for admission.

Count István Károlyi himself was an angel of kindness and compassion, the applicant or the unfortunate was never rejected from his door. He was generous and benevolent, like something sacred.-103-

She entered, holding her child by the hand, and was visibly shocked by the light and great company. Count István Károlyi gestured to him with a cordial smile.

The woman ran over, fell to her knees with her child, and sobbed, “We are unfortunate who were driven out of St. Thomas.” He was saved from the throat of death by a brave blonde knight. He swam the water twice between bedballs, first my child, then brought me to the far shore from the enemy’s nest. The son of this valiant, this saving angel dignity: Count Ede Károlyi.

Count István Károlyi raised his head with exalted touch and said only that. Fiam Ede? waist! but in these three words sincere prayer, hot patriotism, and inner paternal love seem to merge. He gave the poor a lot of money to avoid need. She sighed with clasped hands: The boy saved our lives, the father provides a way to live. God bless this noble family.

If God hears the blessings of the many needy, and the gratitude of the needy goes to heaven, Count István Károlyi will take his place today among the saints.

The coldest bosom had to be electrified as the noble count approached his splashing paripas on two crutches. As soon as his feet touched the stirrup, he recovered, rejuvenated, and sat on the horse as if he were a knight, St. George himself, preparing to kill the destructive dragon. He galloped up and down in Délczegen, made him a little god by patriotism and enthusiasm.

He was captured in the early days of 1849. The whole regiment seemed as if everyone had lost their father. A new colonel was appointed in the spring,-104-Lipito Rohonczy; he was a friendly, lovable, valiant, and handsome soldier.

Nineteen years ago I was in Hall, then Count Lajos Károlyi set foot there and came to visit Count István. He walked briskly in the extensive beautiful spa park. I was lucky very often and talked to him a lot. This is what Antal Koszgleba, the owner of Pest, saw, who was pushed back and forth in a small car because of his feet. He addressed: I see you talk to the count often, he went on two crutches in 1848, God bless you, ask: who or what caused his healing? because now he’s running around like a young man.

I told the count. He laughed and replied: ur Koszgleba will have a hard time using that cure because I was repaired by cannonballs.

Literature was also represented at the Károlyi Hussar Regiment; With the exception of Frigyes Podmaniczky and me, the dearest editor of the time, Richard Szabó, was the pastor of our regiment. He could be seen as a soldier rather than a priest, he wore the regiment’s uniform, he rode among us, and he was not averse to smelling gunpowder sometimes.

When we marched on Csaba B., he held a reverence for God. Of course, Richard Szabó said the mass. It was amusing to see the pond women scattering the crosses when they saw the priest with a mustache, spurred boots, whose short miseinge showed the riding breeches; and the assistance was provided by two hussar lieutenants.

The new regiments were properly mixed with old hussars for faster learning and hussar life; and in the old regiments recruits were enlisted. That’s how Corporal Ivan came to us.-105-

As with other regiments, the Hussars of Károlyi had their own personalities, namely Lieutenant Apagyi and the one I have already described, Captain Iván. A paternal muscular, iron-kneading soldier, he never spoke of anything but service things, horses, and fighting heroes.

Gyula Sárosy was thrown into our camp once. He was a good party buddy, that’s what the soldier needed then. In the evening, he began to recite the » Golden Trumpet between glasses«Daddy was sitting next to me, and only with his pushing elbow, and finally there: Did you hear, you were such a tentacle lover too, tell that calendar maker, not his boring clapper. He was impatient, scratching his ears, beating his pipe and lighting it. He was about to escape when Sárosy started the chapter entitled “Hussar”. A paternal ear, ‚ni, ni! for it speaks well. ‘ Then he always whispered closer to Gyula, so that by the end of the chapter, Apagyi was already hugging the reader with his muscular arm. He roared angrily at the reports: if I were a class commander, I would send the day officer with the light-glazed boots to the tip. His greatest pride was that the famous Baron Simonyi was in blood relationship with Colonel Hussar. He often made bitter remarks to the superiors of the not-so-old soldier. ‘It would be weird,” he said among the others, if I had for I can write, I will be appointed chief clerk, and I will give orders to the old and skilled sub-clerks. ‘ By the way, he was a good buddy, an excellent soldier and a beetle man.

It is not in vain that they are both children of the same region, but it is a supplementary image of Corporal Ivan, Lieutenant Apagyi.

Towards the end of the campaign, Corporal Ivan became a lieutenant, losing much of his originality in this capacity.-106-

Our regiment stationed Gyömrő, Vecsés, Monor, Péteri and Pilisen for organization.

Winter was imminent.

Parliament, cities and counties dealt only with measures of the defense war. Organization, equipment, and arms delivery were everywhere the motto. And Prince Windischgrätz, with his army, always pushed forward and forward toward the capital; small delays here and there delayed him in his path, but he could not arrest him.

Count Lajos Batthyányi and Ferencz Deák, as delegates, went to the Windischgrätz to agree, who then said those memorable words: ‘I do not bargain with the rebels’ and arrested the delegates.

Now have you seen who the nation is dealing with? and that there is nothing left here but to wage a life-and-death struggle.

How much blood, life and wealth will be sacrificed!

Why the fate of the fights cannot be decided by some, as happened between Alajos Sebő and Ridesel.

I still knew Wound as a lieutenant in the Emperor’s Hussars. He was a humble man who read and was literally educated. In Salzburg he worked with Baron Ridesel on horseback riding, both excellent riders and distinguished bearers. Everyone had a party that kept him different from each other in these professions, and this rivalry between the two officers finally aroused hatred, finally hatred of each other. They were replaced, one returned to the regiment, and they no longer met.

Here, once in this campaign, he sets off against Sebő’s class against a close-up team. The two commanders know each other as if they have talked, both of them-107-He commanded a ‘stop’, the close-up officer Baron Ridesel was a killer-sized, shouldered strong man, Sebő was of medium stature and rather weak-looking. The two tribal officers gallop in the middle, clash, and engage in a fierce battle in front of the two-faced class, and while the two lions match, their armies barely contain seeds. After a long struggle, Sebő makes such a cut on Ridesel that it turns dead from his horse. Then Sebo conducts an attack, and the close-ups ran.

Once in the fifties, a faint, rather caring and rather shabby-looking individual opened up to me.

“I’m coming from captivity now, I have nothing and no one, can you give me accommodation for a few days while I can inform myself about something.” He was a lieutenant colonel.

“Because it’s just a sheep, it’s a little, but it’s available to you.”

“I knew I had to turn to a poor person of my own to receive a welcome welcome.” Don’t be afraid buddy, I don’t want to be pregnant for a long time, I just look around a bit, because at the moment I don’t even know: where to turn and what to start?

– We’ll find it.

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