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in possession of the posts we will point out to you." As I however saw 

 that our remonstrances were vain, and we had no time to lose, I ordered 

 him to be set at liberty. A few hours afterwards, he fell by other 

 hands ; his obstinate resistance, and his want of confidence in the valour 

 and resolution of the Polish soldiery, brought him to an untimely 

 grave. 



I here finish my recital. It would be useless to describe the scenes 

 of horror and bloodshed I witnessed between the church of St. Alex- 

 ander and the arsenal. Providence led our steps; God assisted our 

 beginning ; the God of our forefathers, and of our beloved Poland, has 

 blessed our exertions, and will one day restore to our country its former 

 limits and its ancient fame. According to our previous arrangement, 

 Xaverius Bronikowski sent various persons into the different quarters of 

 the town, to serve as leaders of the people. Anastasius Dunin, Wlodi- 

 mir Kormandski, Louis Zukowski, Maurice Mochnacki, Michael Dem- 

 binski, and Joseph Koslowski, according to the directions of Broni- 

 kowski, began operations in the Altstadt. 



The military academy is under everlasting obligation to Lieutenant 

 Schlegel, who on this remarkable night quitted his corps to fight in 

 extremest peril at the head of our noble ensigns. The academy is also 

 deeply indebted to the intrepidity of Dobrowolski, whose wounds, re- 

 ceived in this memorable conflict, will honour him to the last hour of 

 his life. I have omitted many names well worthy of being mentioned. 

 It belongs to history to conserve them in its public records, and deliver 

 them down to the gratitude of their fellow-countrymen. 



Written at Warsaw, the 9th December, 1830. 



(Signed) PETER WYSOCKI. 



Under-Lieutenant in the Polish Army. 



THE CAMBRIDGE " FRESHMAN." 



SEE a stripling alighting from the Cambridge " Fly" at Crisford's 

 Hotel, Trumpington-street. It is a day or two before the commence- 

 ment of the October term, and a small cluster of gownsmen are gathered 

 round to make their several recognitions of returning friends, in spite 

 of shawls, cloaks, petershams, patent gambroons, and wrap-rascals, in 

 which they are enveloped ; while our fresh-comer's attention is divided 

 between their sable " curtains" and solicitude for his bags and port- 

 manteau. If his pale cheek and lack-lustre eye could speak but for a 

 moment, like Balaam's ass, what painful truths would they discover ! 

 what weary watchings over the midnight taper would they describe ! 

 If those fingers, which are now as white as windsor-soap can make 

 them, could complain of their wrongs, what contaminations with dusty 

 Ainsworths and Scapulas would they enumerate ! if his brain were to 

 reveal its labours, what labyrinths of prose and verse, in which it has 

 been bewildered when it had no clue of a friendly translation, or Clavis 

 to conduct it through the wanderings, would it disclose ! what permu- 

 tations and combinations of commas, what elisions and additions of 

 letters, what copious annotations on a word, an accent, or a stop, 

 parallelizing a passage of Plato with one of Anacreon, one of Xenophon 

 with one of Lycophron, or referring the juvenile reader to a manu- 

 script in the Vatican, what inexplicable explanations would it ana- 

 thematize ! 



