A STORY QF THE POLISH REVOLUTION.

Southland Times, Volume 2, Issue 99, 9 October 1863, Page 6

A STORY QF THE POLISH REVOLUTION.

One wretched" night, when a general revision was expected in a certain district, and all the hiding places were full, I went with a poor fellow who was' destined to fall in Wysocki's affair before 1 Radziwilow, to half a dozen houses, each a mile or two apart, before he could find' a place to sleep in, or shelter of any kind from the terrible storm which was raging outside. Such trouble as this enthusiastic young man took to get shot through the heart, in a glorious cause, ' no doubt, but In a somewhat inglorious battle, can scarcely be imaginedVand is worth describing. Stanislas Gliszainski, an officer on General Wysocki's staff, as I mentioned in my last letter, was actively employed in bringing up and placing the companies of tirailleurs, until, after having had two horses shot under him, he'; was struck , down by almost the, last bullet, that was fired. Stanislas Gliszainski, four months ago, was a pupil of the artillery school of Metz, where he had just completed his military studies when the Polish insurrection first fiegan to assume an important character. lie was acquainted with Langiewics, was an intimate friend of Padlewski, and as he only entered £he Academy of Metz (where, as a special favor, a certain number of Poles can gain admittance), in order to qualify himself for serving his country in an efficient manner, he thought at the be<nnnin«r of March that the time had arrived, and hastened to Cracow to place himself at the disposition of the Central National Committee. He was anxious to fight in his own part of the county ; that is t? say, in the province of Kalisch, where lie had an estate, but bein* appointed to the Volhynian expedition (or, rather, the Galician expedition to Volhynia), he started, soon afterLan<uewicsVdisaster, for Lsmberg, where he was arrested as he stepped out of the train. He had committed no illegal act, even in, a technical sense, aud°his passport was in proper order ; but there may have been something about his look which the Austrian authorities did not like (on his side he certainly did notlike them, and the result was that he was thrown unaccused, into a damp cell, and left there without society, without books, and without exercise, until he became seriously ill. In fact, he never recovered from his prison illness. He was in great pain when he started for the camp, and asked for some soothing medicine to be brought on to him, little thinking that before it could reach him he would receive from th* Russians that which would quiet him for ever. He told me that during his confinement at Lemberg, when he asked for a book, the gaoler gave him a volume of sermons, ol'the kmd which men may be forced to listen to,butcannot read. He was offered a child s story book. His appMcation for a Bible severaltimes repeated, was met by a positive refusal; and, indeed, the sacred writings inculcate the virtue of patriotism in too many places to allow of their being placed with advantage in ihe hands of a Pole. At the end of April Glisainski, after having been subjected to numerous unavailing interrogations, was ordered to be removed to Oiroutz. At Oderberg, however, where the Cra-cow-Vienna llailway branches off into Moravia, he ran out of the station, was fired upon by the guard, but was not hit and succeeded in escaping into the woods, were he passed the first of many similar nights. At day-break he went into the hut of a Moravian peasant, and made a hopeless attempt to explain to the poor man who the. Poles were, why they were fighting the Russians, and why in particular he, Gliszainski, was afraid of falling into the hands of the police. At first all the peasant could understand was that a hungry and wild-looking man, without a far thins of money (Gliszainski s purse had been taken charge of by the prison authorities,) and, by his own confession an escaped prisoner, had come out of j the forest, and wanted assistance. At last, however, he understood that he had to deal with an honest man in distress. A Polish peasant would have sold his countryman to the government • the Moravian brought out food, and Jent for a functionary who he had heard was a Pole, and who turned out (like nearly all the Poles who can read and write) to be also a good patriot. Ultimately Gliszainski, now without a passport and under a false name, and with a false residence-card, contrived to get to Cracow, and thence to Lemberg, in a luggage train. From Lemberg he moved forward from house to house, one proprietor sending him on to another, until about three weeks ago I found myself in the same place with him, at only a few miles' distance from the Volhynian frontier. During the battle he regained all his activity ; the fire seemed to do him good, and at the close of the action, when the skirmishers, distributed in all sorts of positions in front of a very irregular line of wood, .were called in, he was perfectly well, and had not been touched. Almost the last ball that was fired carried off one of the best officers and one of the most amiable and accomplished men that the Polish army possessed. Domogalski, the chief of the staff, or, more properly speaking, of the service of aides-de-camp, got off his horse and raised the dying man from the ground, and he had scarcely mounted again when he was himself wounded, (for the third time) in the leg. I had no idea that Gliszainski had been in the least hurt until I saw him stretched out dead in the hospital at Brody, and I could not help thinking, as I looked at the lifeless body, that he might have been put to some better purpose than 'to serve as a sort of political target to the Russians, whom the Pofes had no more chance of conquerin" in the provinces of Volhynia,

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