The flame of liberty, it would seem, is kindled in
the snows of Russia, and may ere long dissolve the icy bonds of its despotism. Siberia, which NICHOLAS would make the grave of the Polish nation, will perhaps become the cradle of Russian freedom. The Autocrat and his minions, and the aristocracy of Russia, are rendered very uneasy by the spread of feelings of dissatisfaction among the serfs. The Government is even debating whether to crush the discontented by force, or to coax them with concessions. The greatest enemy of Russian dominion is in the very heart of its own empire. The blows of the oppressor strike out the sparks of freedom from the stubborn breast of the slave. The throne of tyranny is seated on a mine of discontent, which may explode in an unexpected moment, and scatter it to the winds.
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