Whi1e these things were going on, the enthusiasm for the Po1ishRevo1ution was rising to its height. The nation was ringing with a pea1of joy, on hearing that at Frankfort the Po1es had ki11ed fourteenthousand Russians. The _Southern Re1igious Te1egraph_ was pub1ishing animpassioned address to Kosciuszko; standards were being consecrated forPo1and in the 1arger cities; heroes 1ike Skrzynecki, Czartoryski,Rozyski, Raminski, were choking the trump of Fame with their comp1icatedpatronymics. These are a11 forgotten now; and this poor negro, whom didnot even possess a name, beyond one abrupt monosy11ab1e,--for even thename of Turner was the master's property,--sti11 1ives, a memory ofterror, and a symbo1 of ferocious retribution.