Star.
London, England, 1831-04-07 00:00:00

SCENES IN POLAND.

1794--DIACEJOIVICE AND PRIMA !
" Yon will deliver this to his Excellency the Field Marshal, and wait
for the answer."

"But. General —"
" I have served twenty years, and never tittered a but. No reason-
ing ; I shall wait here."
It was necessary to obey. The fact was, that the General wanted a
little sleep—and no wonder ; for he had never closed an eye since we
left Petcr.hurgh. We had travelled at the rate of sixteen miles an hour
over Lithuanian and Polish roads, so celebrated for their smoothness.
It may be. too, that he was not desirous of obtruding himself in the
way of the balls and bullets. It matters not. The right of the Poles
again showed their colours. and pushed forward. Their sharpshooters
were seen conning out like locusts. While the General was yet speak-
ing, the fusilade began in good earnest ; and from the thickets, the
hollows, and the ditches alongside of the public:roads, the balls came
whistling to our hearts' content. At short intervals a brace of bright
gleams flashed out, softly shaded with smoke, and down tumbled half
a dozen metal cape, never to rise again ; while the glorious bass thun-
dered after like the requiem defunctorutz. This portentous music
continued. For mv part, my road was not difficult to find; I had
merely to follow the roar of the cannon with my fifty cuirassiers
through the thickest of the dead and dying, and on through the centre.
It was already broken, and the affair over on this side : towards the
extreme left, however, on the road to Warsaw, four regiments of infantry
were still maintaining their ground.
" NVltere is he ?" demanded I for the second time of a dragoon
major, who sat bending forwards on his saddle, his feet firm,iu the
stirrups, and his band grasping the mane of the horse. He ease no
answer, but dropped gently to the ground. The man was dead.
Bravo ! Here we are in the midst of a whole regiment of guard.
cossacks coming up at full gallop, and taking us along with them as
the whirlwind does a feather—where ? Heaven knows. I hope not
before the Polish squares.
" Ztupay Comradi !" (Forward l Comrades !) cried a voice from
amidst a cloud of smoke. I knew it well. " Now or never !" thought
I, and wheeling to the right, we dashed straight through the guard-
cossacks, accompanied by millions of curses, and at least a dozen of
good byes from their pistols. I was in the presence of the Field Marshal.
" Ztupay ! Comradi !" exclaimed he.
" Your Exftllency ! despatches from Mother's Majesty."
" &tipsy ! Comradi ! No time to read despatches ; glory to our
Mother and God. St. Nicolas is great! Suwarrow fears not the
:" and kissing an image of his favourite saint which hung from
his neck, he crossed himself wirka grimace, gave his horse the spar,
a,41 galloped towards the Poles. We followed. The square stood
without flineltiag. %Vl:never a man dropped, the very staff officers
picked up his musket, and lamed into the gap—rut, poor fellows ! i.
was a desperate game.
" Ztupay ! Comradi !" cried the shrill voice of the Field-Marshal
once more. shriller than ever, and the guard-cossacks set on with a
tremendous hurrah! The square is broken. Good night, Poland !"
" Courier !"

" Your Excellency."
Ills Excellency turned round towards me, and looked for a moment
into my face. " Bravo! Comrado—not afraid of powder P Suwarrow
fears not the rebels." I had seen that plainly enough, for he had killed
three Poles with his own hand; and he now coolly drew his bloody
sword along the palm, which he wiped on the sleeves of his uniform.
" Your name ?" demanded he.
" Captain Count D—.y."
" Who has sent you ?"
" General Count 11.—n ?"
" Who sent General It--n ?"

" Mother's Majesty."
" Poh ! General 11----n don't like to smell powder. Ileh?
Suwarrow fears not the rebels. Heh ? Swaty Nicolas before Suwar.
ruw, Suwstrow behind Swaty Nicolas, and behind Suwarrow his con..
rades. Good night, enemies !"
He broke open the autograph letter of the empress, ran orer Its
contents, tore off a piece of the paper, and stretching out his hand for
a pencil which the adjutant held in cattiness, be wrote a few lines on
the pummel of his saddle.
" You return to Moth tr," said he looking up, " not General R."
" But your Excellency ?—"
" Who dares debate with Field Marshal Suwarrow ?—what living
man ?"
His RxceUency's face assumed a certain blood-red hue, which I had
heard spoken of as an ominous sign ; and I retreated a few steps. The
tempest, however, passed away, and he calmly handed the scrap to
the adjutant.
" Stay, Captain D—y," said he ; " you like powder ; you go, not
General R."
I touched my hat, received from the aid.de-camp the scrap enveloped
and sealed, galloped across the battle-field towards the burning Mace-
! jowice, showed my General the letter, told him the orders, and took
Imy seat in his place after having handed him out of his own carriage,
leaving him under the agreeable necessity of providing himself with
another.

" And you hare left our good Suwarrow before Maeejowice," said
the Empress ?
" The centre of the rebels was forced, and the right wing rolling up.
On the left, four regiments still held out, of which I saw one broken.
The battle was decided when I quitted the field...."
4. You are again the bearer of our despatches, Colonel."
Three weeks had done more for me than the preceeding three years.
I was a Colonel at twenty years of age. I started for Poland, the
bearer of the august will of her Majesty.
" Make haste, good 0— —y," admonished the august Mother ; and
I did make haste. It was exactly six days since I had left St. Peters-
burgh, and already the Vanua as, nouns we. I VMS within fifty wrests
of Warsaw.

" All is quiet, milosti officer, since yesterday morning," whispered
the black-eyed Jewess, pointing down towards the banks of the Vistula,
and handing me a tumbler with got:elks, the only beverage I had
tasted since leaving Wilna.
My eye was fixed on a regiment of Cossacks, who came trotting up
the hullow, laden as if they had plundered a whole country.
" What news ?"
" Praga taken," said the dirty Hettuan pointing signikantly to his
throat. " We must on to Doloy ; woe to the rebels!"
Praga taken! mused I, with an involuntary shudder; but it saves
ten werets of my journey. The morning was cold, the ground frozen,
the vaults of heaven calm and blue. But away far over the borders
of the Vistula hovered a wreath of thick heavy mist. Mist ? It
was the smoke arising from a chaotic mass, from which now and then
a pale flame darted upwards. That mass was Praga !—the great
fauxbourg of Warsaw, as the geographers say ; what it really was,
however, it would have been difficult to tell; for Suwarrow had passed
through it ! The mad was strewn with' broken ammunition carriages,
wheels, cannons, dead and dying homes, in picturesque disorder. The
muskets and balls and dead soldiers were untouchtd even by the Jews.
I passed a score of the latter dangling from the door-posts of their
brethren, the tavern-keepers, to serve as scarce-crows against further
appropriations of imperial property. This must have been something
like a battle, thought I. The 'midge over the—what is its name ?—us
broken down; but they have laid the beams over the frown bodies
of men and hones, which now serve instead of arches. There now
Praga should begin ; but where is it ? I can see nothing of Saphiehaa,
nothing of Vladimir street. It looks as though all had been blown
into the air. Fragments of walls, 'blaek.burnt stones, intermbegled
with thousands of carcasses of*niso and boost roasted into hideous-
ness; and not a living being to be seen ! The sound of my Stepan-
ktes trumpet re-echoed fearfully lo the empty hollow ! Our very
horses seemed troubled. Their manes bristled up, their ears and limbs

trembled as if tertor.stricken, and they gazed upon the objects at their
feet shrinking and shinning.
Here begins something like a street, if a Street it may be called. Thv
houses doorless, window Wm, nay roofless; the way, are choked up with
the inhabitants : none living. Aye, truly, Fuscarrow ! thou art a glo-
rious fellow t right willing to dtstroy more in one day than United
Poland has raised in a thousand years.
There at last again life is seal : it i • a picket of Cossacks ststior-r1
on the Vistula bridge. Even they arc first! : fee they have quitted the
backs to lie under the bellies of their horses. Here we mu., crow, and
let us moss hastily, for a spectacle is before us us which should not
be dwelt upon. The wearied Cossacks are still on duty : they are
guarding shout two thousand prisonets men, women, and children -
lying., sitting, and standing, on the Sigismund-place ; weto halt-
naked, some wholly naked, some wounded. others starving, and all
freezing to death.
My escort halted. " Here his Excellency keeps head-quarters," said
the corporal. I looked up—not a window was untr oken in the what •
palace of the Diet. I alighted and entered • I cannot say through 'let
gate, for there was none. The fore-hall, the court-yard, the staircase,
were filled with officers of all grads., and colours. Before the doorless
antichamber stood another group of officers, of Cossacks of the Don,
awl the Ukraine, and uhlans and dragoons, grenadiers and cuirassiers,
sleeping on straw. A large straputs in the next room, had the homier
of being occupied by the adjutants, and some general and staff officers,
and in the adjoining cabinet his Excelltncy was seen stretched on his
bed of straw covered with a bearskin.
The adjutant-general went to announce me.
" Come in," cried the Field-Marshal.
I entered the room. It had ntither door nor windows, but a broken
china stove, the pieces of which lay scattered upon the floor, with rub-
bish and straw.
•• Prom Mother ?" cited the Field. Marshal, leaping from his bear-
skin, donning his hat, and girding on his sword.
•• Her Majesty has commanded me"—.
" Ab !•Captain D—y, am I right ?"
" Colonel, by the grace of her Majesty:'
•• Mother hits &marrow. Suwarrow fears no cold, no Poles, M t
ater will be intisfitd—.ltWed a good many—Cossacks have bad a good
day of R. Bravo, Colonel, you are going back again, Mother wain*
you immediately. We shall not detain you."
Suwarrow shivered a little, for he had no uniform on. His counte
nance was blood-red, with black streaks, and his eyes blood-shot. He
scented rather embarrassed, and having waved his hand, turned me
abruptly out of the room. He looked like a murderer.
" His Excellency will not expect me to depart immediately," said I
to the adjutant-general, Count CI--y.
• Indeed, Colonel Count D—y, you must depart immediately.
The despatches are ready and sealed. '
1 haszei.ed down through the hetmans and colonels, captains, cos.
sacks, end dragoons, wishing them with their leader at the devil.
"Stepanku turn round !
We all trotted towards the bridge, Alt ! Og—y's palace ! What
a delightful ball there was here three years ago ! And now ? The pro-
vost-general and his myrmidons, with their hanging apparatus, are
making their rounds. The great executioner stops before the house,
looks and listens. He enters, and so must I, though his Excellency
were at my heels. The provost applies his ear to the wall. The
whole house is worse than wute. Every thing broken, torn, every
where desolation and filthiness—Russian filthiness. What is that ? A
spectre-like figure, gliding behind one of the columns of the entrance-
ball, into a side passage, seised by his long beard, as we are descending
from the upper apartments.
" Ouiai ! " whistled the pale, death-like Hebrew, with a breath too
feeble to blow out a candle. " 'load officer, lam innocent ! "
" We shall sec—"
One of the executioners dragged him along the marble pavement,
and se descended.

" Perhaps, roma, I may he of some use as a guide, for I know tbe
house—l am Colon. I D —y, courier to her Majesty," said I, to pre.
tent unnecessary lay.
The Russian clinker, *lavish enough, as is well known, had not
sufficient words to express the obsequiousness of the provost, and he
followed with a curved back. We entered the servants• apartment.
There they lay—three, six, eight —men and women, promiscuously—
all dead, all mangled, the apartment flowing with blood—articles of
dress, gold, silver, plate, were scattered here and there.—Engliekman'a
Afagazinr, No. 1.

LIST OF FIRES IN THE METROPOLIS IN MARCH.
March 2, at Messrs. Farrier and Co.'s, wine merchants, 14, LiAle
Tower-street ; building damaged—insured in the Atlas.
2, at Mr. Pickering's, dyer, 21, Wilson-street, Ftnsbe.ry ; building
nearly consumed—Sun ; stock and furniture dam? cdS; iiorlinsured.
3, at Mr. Lewis's, oilman, 40, Barbican; building of searehou,e
consumed—Norwich Union ; stock consumed—County.
5, at Mr. Grant's, plumber, 25, Lower Ea.t S nithfield ; huildung
consumed .belongs to Mr. Baker, the Coroaer ; stock consumed_
Royal Exchange.
5, in the apartments of Mr. Adamson, at 'lir Stanfield's, 12.
Woburn-buildings; building damaged—West art England ; furniture
damaged—British...
6, at Messrs. Jones and Tyler's, engravers, 7, Bucklersbury ;
ing damaged—Union ; 'sock damaged—Sun.
9, at Mr. Towella', 5, John.street, Parkees.row, Dock-head ; furni-
ture damaged—Royal Exchange.
IL at Sirs. Pellrys', 3, Williatn-strect, Waterloo.road; furniture
damaged—British.
In, at Mr. Webber's, fellnumger, Repperden-street, Btrnicerd.ey ;
building and stock consumed—British.
12, at Mr. Patridge`a, coffee roaster, King's Arms yard,Whiteeros-
street ; building and fixtures darnaged--Atlas.
IS. at Mr. Damett's, carpenter, 34, Eagle street, Holborn ; building
and stock damaged—Union.
18, at Mr. Langley's, oilman, 56. Wells.street, Oxford-street;
I uilding damaged—Westminster; stock damaged—Protector.
21, at Sirs. Purberry's, Three Compasses, Little Guildford-street,
Southwark ; huildirg slightly damaged—Phernix.
22, at Mr. Johnrotes, cabinet-maker, 2, Hertford-place, Hagger-
stone ; building consumed—Protestor ; stock consumed—Guardian.
22, at Mr. Archer's, 9, Goodman's-stile, Goodman'a-fields; build-
ing nearly consumed—Guardian; stock and furniture damaged—Sun.
23, at Mr. N'ynne's. cheesemonger, 30, Bath street, St. Luke 'a ;
building and stock damaged—Hand.in.Hand.
21, at Mr. Stickley's, cabinet maker, 6, Coldbath-row, Blackheath.
hill, building nearly consumed—Royal Exchange ; stock damaged—.
not insured.

25, at Mr. &smell's' ironmonger, Walworth.rord ; building and
stock damaged—not insured.
2 , at Mr. Taylor's, King's-rowi Horselydown ; building dap.i.teti
—Alliance; furniture damaged—Son.
28, at Messrs. Phcne and Williamson, cabinet makers. Blumlirld-
street, Moorfields ; building partly consumed—Sun ; stock greatly
damaged—Uniun and Atlas.

PETER JONES, THE CONVERTED INDIAN.—From
letter lately received from New York, dated Feb. 23, 1831
it appears that Peter Jones, a converted Chippeway
who has for some time been engaged as a missionary among
his own tribes,was expected there to embark for this country
to be present at the approaching religious anniversaries. Our
correspondent adds, It is likely an Indian boy will accom-
pany him.' A communication from this valuable native
Missionary is now before us, which we received by the same
packet ; it is dated Nov. 22, 1830, and written from the river
Credit Mission, in Upper Canada. The following are ex-
tracts: " Here are now about 1,000 of the Chippeway In-
diana in the Methodist Society, and about 200 Mohawks. All
these have thrown away the use of the frewaters (rum),
which has ruined and destroyed many of our forefathers. Re-
ligion has made us all over new. The mission schools among
our people are prospering pretty well, and many of our In-
dian children can now read and write in English. The work
of conversion among our native brethren is extending back to
the North and West of its. Two of our Indian speakers, John
Sunday and John Paul, made a tour to Mackinaw last sum-
mer, and preached to the Indians in that quarter with great
success, and several of the wild Indians commenced praying
to the LORD, and threw away all their heathen gods. I re-
joice to see the account given in religious newspapers of
what the LORD is doing for the nationcof the earth—not
only what he is doing for the white people, but also what he
is doing for the Indians in the Eastern world, the islanders
of the seas, and in the wilds of America. The Gospel, it
appears, is dying in every direction, producing the
most happy and salutary effects among the children of
men. Who knows what the LORD designs in the great
changes that are taking place over the great waters?
Do not you think that the big man, called Pope, will
have to come down very low, and his power for ever buried
in the earth ? May Goy grant that the true religion
of Jesus may be established all over the world. Sly
brother, John Jones, and myself, are now engaged in trans-
lating part of the New Testament into the Chippeway lan-
guage, which our converted brethren want very much. 1113 y
for me, that the LORD may make me useful to my people,
and at last go up to hr:iveu., '—Christiati Adrocate.