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He possessed pretty laF rePu1a''v"S and nassed as it were for a great man Dut some liend of ambition whispered in his ear. and persuaded him that the Poles were so many Turks.

 He bestrode his great war horse, and galloped over hill and dale: the Don Ouixote of the legitimate aristocracy, he bastened to subdue the rebels in eight days, and, if necessary, to hang all Poland on the same gallows. Filled with foamy ln- diynation and boosting, he arrived before Praga--and there ChlopicH welcomed him with kisses-not from his own but from the cannon's mouth and the hero ot the Balkan retreated at full speed for twenty leagues or more in order to chant the He Deum of his victory-in safety.

 And ever since he has marched in slm- liar manner, from success to success. fl- nally at Ostrolenka, he achieved his last victory. Twenty thousand Russians were left on the field of battle, with four thou sand Poles, the army of Skrzynecki retain ing it's position! The Russian General made, as usual, magniloquent report ot the conflict. but Nicholas was in sullen humour. This man, said he. must have the cholera morbus. A courier immedi- atelv left the ante te-chamber, and wrote to one of his friends, who was in the army {; "The Czar has decided that D;ebitsch Sa- balkansky shall have the cholera morbus. "

 In the mean time the Emperor pacing the apartment, confined: " No, he shall die of a violent attack of the apoplexy."

 A second courier quilted the room and wrote to the army. 1" The Czar has decided that Diebitsch shalldie ofan apoplectic at" tack"

 Poor fellow he had laughed, chatted, and tippled all day, as was his custom; he had forgotten Skrzynecki, and imagined himself as victorious as when he routed the Grand Vixer and his turbaned follow- CTS. But at night while dreaming of con- quests and honours, it seemed to him as II four strong hands were upon his throat, and a sense of suffocation which ensued, pro- duced his sudden death. The next day the friends of the two courtiers wrote to their friend the Editor of the Prussian Gazette.

 "Sir,' said the first, "the illustrious General is dead of an apoplectic attack" ;" The Editor publishes the news; but, two hours after. he received letter from the second, which said; 'Sir, the yanquisher of the Tarks has died of the cholera nor bus."

 "Diable!" ejaculated the editor, scratch ing his head, this looks a little more prob able," and he inserted the report.

 Poor Diebitsch! he died of political cholera. He died as man whom they wished to punish without having the right. Pray for his soul, and for the body of his successor. TCOasrier Et0ts Unis.