The Sun.
London, England, 1863-09-19 00:00:00

SHIPPING—This Day.

LONDON, Sept. 19—Wind, W.; fine.
PETERHEAD, Sept. 19—Southerly gale—The Briton,
schooner, from Archangel, is stranded here; if moderate
may be got off.
OFF HOLYHEAD, Sept 19 —Arrived—Havelock, from
Bombay.
BRISTOL, Sept. 18—Arrived—Francis Hilyard, from
New York.
CARDIFF, Sept. 18—Sailed—William Smith, for Hong
Kong; Kate Dyer, Callao; St. James, for Rio Janiero,
qwculant, for St. Thomas's.
NEWPORT, Sept. IS—Arrived—File Unique, from Bor-
deaux, for Buenos Ayres,

BY MAGNETIC TELEGRAPH.
GRAVESEND, Saturday Morning.
Arrived, Sept. 19—Moselle, from Antwerp; Mary Ellen,
from Vivien ; Wilberforce, dom Crcnstadt.
Sailed, Sept. 19—Holland, steamer, for Ostend; Hanover,
steamer, for Calais.
Captain Jenkings, of the Mary Ellen, from Vivien, re-
ports having picked up the crew of the Ruby, of Exeter,
which ship was wrecked near the island of Guernsey, on the
16th inst.

DEAL, Saturday Morning.
Passed —Jovellanos, screw steamer, from London, for
Corunna ; Donegal, of Exeter, from the West, for the
North.

THE POLISH DESERTER'S TALE.—It was a tale
not merely of privation and toil, and barbarous
warfare on a rugged frontier, but of studied insults, unjust
punishments, and a deliberate purpose to break the spirit
and crush the heart of every one of these unfortunate exiles.
He had fought and marched, had endured the hardest de-
tails of a hard life, with an unflinching and uncomplaining
courage that was due to his Polish pride, but he had been
at last compelled to become " dushtek," or servant, to a Rus-
sian major. "He was a cruel coward, the most hated of
all our tyrants," said the young man, feebly; he taunted me,
he spoke to me as if I were his dog ; he mocked my country
and my creed ; ho made my tasks, and the bread I ate, as
bitter and as odious as a petty despot could. One day he
struck me across the face with his cane. Next moment he
lay at my feet, calling for help and I fled." How he had
formed the bold resolve to regain his home in West Poland,
penniless and on foot; how he had journeyed, hiding in tne
woods by day, and travelling by night; how the peasants
had sometimes given him food and shelter, and at other times
had turned out to hunt him down in hopes of reward ; all
this he told in simple and modest words. Also, how he
had changed clothes with a Malorossian serf, who bad given
him an old caftan and cap in exchange for his uniform coat;
and how, soon afterwards, the tidings of his escape having
preceded him, he had been pursued by a troop of Cossacks,
and had received lais wound from one of their musket-balls,
while in the act of scrambling up the steep bank of a river
which he had swam, and which had baffled the horsemen.
Finally, how, famished, cramped in every joint and sinew,
he had dragged himself with bleeding and crippled feet to
the door of his father's house, at which he had not dared to
knock, and was watching the windows when his mother saw
him. A gallant lad he was, slender and graceful of figure,
rather active than strong, and with a handsome face enough,
when once it began to lose the gaunt famine-stricken look
which it wore at tirats—Dtekenis"4llThe Year Round."