The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-05-22
Uncle EN;ts.S Cabin.

Most of our readers have heard Of this new
work Of fiction. and of the great popularity it has
obtained; but Of course, very few Of them have
seen it, as the doctrines, which ii advocates, are
not considered exactly orthodox in this neighbor-
hood.
From the extracts we hav" seen, we doub, not
but that the work possesses a vast deal Of merit,
taken literary production; bnt, we cannot
bring ourselves to bci've, that it 50 far tan
seconds the efforts Of others Of our Am rcan
authors, rs to warrant the unprecedented de-
mand, which has been made for it, independent
of its anti-slavery procllvit,s.
The story was first published in the columns
of,he National Era, afterwards in book form
the aulhorcss, Mrs. Stowe, havin- secured the
copyright. She now receives from the publish
cls, len cents on each copy sold: and, il is said,
has already realized four thousand dollars, so
rapid has been the sale. 1t is also stated. that
she has been offered ten thousand dollars for the
copyright.
We publish, below, a short extract, which we
find quoted in long and able review OF the
work. The descriptions Of negro pcculiarilics
arc true to the life, and, we should think. might
have proved to the fair authorcss, the utter i'm
possibility Of any amalsamaIion, or blending of
tn" two races, either socially or politically.
The cabin Of Uncle Tom was a small log
building. close adjoining 10 .lhe house, as the
negro pdr crceHsncc dcsi"notes his masters
dwelling. In front, il had Il neat garden-patch,
where, every summer. strawberries, raSpberries,
md n ripIv bI n vel n hpU
under careful tending. The whole 'front.' of it
was covered by large scarlet bignnnin. and
native mu!titlorn rose, which, cnlwisiing and
intcrlacng, lett scarce a veStigc OF the rough
logs TO be seen. Here, also, in summer, various
brilliant ANIMALS, such as inarigolds, petuniaS.
four-o clocks, found an indugcnt corner in
which to unfold their splendors, and were the
delight and pride of Aunt Chloe's heart.
Let us enter the dwelling. The evening meal
at the house is over, and Aunt Chloe, who pre-
sided over It's preparation as head cook has left
to inferior officers in the kitchen the business of
clearing away and washing dishes. and come
into her own snug territories 10 s!oet her ole
mans supper;' therefore, doubt not that il is
her you see by the fire, presiding with anxious
interest over certain trlZzling items in stew
pan, anon with grave consideration lifting the
cover ola bake kettle, from whence steam forth
indubable intimations oil something good" A
round. black, SHINING Iace Is ncrS, so glossy as
to suggest the idea that she might have been
washed over with white OF eggs, like one OF her
own tea rusks. Her whole plump countenancc
beams with satisfaction and ccntentmcnt from
under her well-slarchcd checked turban, bearing
on it, however, il we must confess it, little of
that tinge of sef-conscionsness which becomes
the first cook of the neighborhood, as Aunt
Chloe was universally held and acknowledged
to be.
A cook she certainly was, in the very bone
and center of her soul. Not n chicken OF turkey
Or,dnck in the barn-yard but look ed gave when
they saw her approaching, and seemed evidently |
TO be rejecting on their latter end; and certain !
it was that she was always meditaling on truss
ing, stutfiIg and roasting, TO degree that was
calculated to inspire terror in any rejecting
fowl living. Her orn-cake, in all its varieties
of hoe-cakc, dodgers, mullins, and other species
too numerous to mention, was sublime mystery
to all less practical compounders and she would
shake her fat sides with honest pride and mer-
riment, as she would narrate the frulIcss efforts
that one and another of her compeers had made
TO attain to her elevation.
The arrival Of company at the house, the ar
ranging of dinners and Suppers Gin style, "awoke
all the energies vi her soul; and no sight was