Weekly Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1853-1861, 1856-10-09
From the Liverpool Post, Sept. 6ih.l


Decline OF the Negro Market
Philanthrophy is a fashion. Sometimes
II is the invaded Turk, sometimes the Rus
sian serf; now the Pole, now the Hungarian;
to-day the weaver, tomorrow the needle
woman once the miner, and again the dri-
yer. The vegetarians include all brute crea-
ton in their comprehensive tenderness,
while Hindoos abhor the Bull, and Hebrews
the pig, and, in theil hate, bless those quad
rupeds left to live, and, living, feed happily.
The British have gamut ofcharites which
they ring through in different years.
The dear interesting objects are generally
foreigners, for the honored miserables are
only taken up now and then, when the for
eign darlings are scarce-or forgotten. The
Hottentot the Coolie, the Hindoo, the Ital-
ian, the Hungarian, the Pole, all come, in
due course, for their share of British
speechs and British subscriptions. But, on
the whole, the most telling object of our
deep regrets and heavy donations is the
American black-who holds this place dis
tinctly whenever we get into a particularly
bad humor with our brethren across the At
lantic. Whenever we get spiteful with
Jonathan we bring forward his nigger-the
skeleton at the American feast-and boot.
We know the Yankees sore place, and hit
hard sometimes. Mrs. Beecher Stowe wrote
Cor somebody did for herr a story called
Uncle Tom," all about nigger life and
planters cruelty; and it was published in
England at moment when we were in a
tremendous rage with Jonathan about some-
thing or another.
The story was good story-the best of
the sort ever done, if not an entirely new
thought altogether-and we bought up some
million copies, made Mrs. Stowe great per-
sonage, and "riled" the South as the South
was seldom "riled" before. Mrs. Stowe
came to see us, and our Whig Dutchess
took her up, and society was astonished
how 30 dull woman could have written 40
clever book; but the public generally
sustained its enthusiasm, put her portrait in
every window, and infested the print shops
and music shops with Uncle Tom illustra-
trations. Mrs. Stowe wrote a book about
Europe when she went home; and it was
awfully foolish-but her reputation sold it,
and the lady never found out the reason
Believing still that our pristine partiality foi
her remsins, she resolves to make anothe,
appeal to the reading world; but fatal Error
she goes over the old ground-the nigge
plantation.
1t turns out that we are weary of Mrs
Stowe, as Mrs. Stowe and that nigger is no
just at present sup in market. Her new
account OF slave life III the States has fsl,e,
dead on the market-to the disma~ os N
publishers who speculatsd in >. pouularit
that was fictitious and does not an5r,a ~
test We are in good hrrnor ,.;sh Jor ~
at ssnsn l?. now, ana are lot prepared to appIau
tne literary a' mich makes money by set
ing q great confederation by the ears on
sopic oe' ,sndent on events and not on logi
JOE IS political treatment. Let Mrs. Stow
write novels by all means, and let them tax
their chance with the Whig Duchess. d
not let her seek TO win British favors by d.
nouncing her own counttymen- That this
the case, we are forced to infer from the prI'
publicati,n Of her new book In London, an
of her swn rs-sppearancs In England
shat moment,