The Sun. — 1862-04-05 (London, England)

ALEXANDER 11., of language uttered in the English Parliament by the First Minister of the Crown of these realms, so calculated to hearten them to the cherishing still, with each of them until death, of their life-long hopes, of their eventual emancipation.  What is there, however, that is in any way new that can be uttered in regard to the heinous wrongs on the one hand, and to the inalienable rights on the other—the wrongs so long endured, the rights so resolutely cherished by the heroic and patriotic vindicators of the holy cause of the Polish nationality ? Nothing ! The story is indeed familiar to us all—that sublime and pathetic story of the triple downfall and partition : triple both in its geographical subdivision and in the periods of its recurrence : the infamous triple partition of what was until not one hundred years ago the ancient kingdom of Poland. A poet like CAMPBELL has lamented it in words of music that will never be silenced— " And freedom shrieked when Kosciusko fell 1"  A hero like PONIATOWSKI has within this nineteenth century died for it, to vindicate the indestructible chivalry of his race, cherishing in his heart until death the dream of its revival among the independent nations of Christendom. A patriot like Prince ADAM CZARTORYSKI has lived for it— more than died for it, lived for it—until a patriarchal age, cherishing in exile that same vision of his country's ultimate restoration. A foreign historian like the late Lord MAcAtitaY has written of its partition in words of fire the mere reflection of which burns like a brand of infamy into the royal and imperial escutchions of the three partitioners—that it was "that kind of partition which consists in tearing a living man limb from limb.►" Nothing new, in truth, can well be said in regard to events that have during so many years past been known in all their details, and recognised in all their matchless afro: city, as censtitutitig the greatest and the blackest  crime of modern Europe. But of the reiterated and persevering cruelties that have at intervals during the last seventy or eighty years followed that Great Crime's consummation—alas ! every generation in turn has something new to relate of those ! In illustration of which lamentable truth there are the records of these recent occurences at Warsaw, and in other parts of Russian Poland where funeral processions, patriotic hymns, and mourning garments have been eagerly seized upon by the hireling agents of the Russian autocracy as pretexts for the perpetration of cruelties so devillish.in their barbarity that, as the latest incident among them, we had to relate yesterday in the columns of this journal, the dreadful death, on the 23d ultimo, of ALEXANDER ZAMOYSKI, Editor of a Polish newspaper, this unhappy man (if we are to believe the detailed narrative given in the .Breslau Gazette, in preference to the vague denial of the Journal des Debats) having been literally flayed alive by the thongs of the scourges of his Russian tormentors, each blow of the knotted whip stripping off his flesh in ribbons, and so seriously injuring his spine that the sufferer eventually expired under the lash. This, remember, is but a solitary instance of barbarities that have of late, in War saw and Russian Poland, been frightfully multiplied. It is the last of them that has come to our knowledge here in England. But hardly have the miserable tidings of the judicial murder of ALEXANDER ZAMOYSKI come to these shores, when a cry of indignation and horror has been raised in the British House of Commons—a cry that will now be echoed across Europe (GoD grant not without effect!) even to the palace of the Russian Autocrat at St. Petersburg, even to the Imperial Cabinet of the Czar