New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-04-09
MIR. POLLARD,s PORTRAIT GAL
LERY.

When we formerly noticed Mr.. Edward A. Pol
lard Of Virginia-it was, We think, some time
during the last dog days-we left him weeping over
the tomb Of his black mamma-his mamma No. q
for Mr.. Pollard's mamma No. Ibis original, con-
genital mamma, was-unlike No. 2-free and
white. We left him, as we well remember, diating
complacently over monument which he had
erected to perpetuate the memory of the faithful
old neeress who swaddled him; and drawing from
the e.ietouCr Oh monument aIOresald, tho must
astonishing conclusions in favor Of the revival of
the African slaye-trsde and against the en-
tire population Of the Northern States. We
suppose that We had done forever with
the pathetic Pollard; but be has turned up again,
just shade more affectionate than ever. He is
now not merely Edward the Epssolizer, but Ed
ward the Author; and fonder Of black people, if
possible, than before.
The love of Pollard for black people sur
pasies the love of woman; and he has COM
piled an entire volume which he calls "Black
" Diamonds"-the jewels thus designated being
iustIious daIkies"-we use his own word-upon
whom at various periods of his life he has lavshed
bis affection. In his initial chapter, he informs us,
that like Ulysses, he "has wandered from his native
"so to other parts of the world" that he has seen
English collierp," and "costermongers," and
Chinese a" coolies" and "Siamess slaves" and
that he found the sight upon bis return
TO his home, of an "unaduterated negro"
in the highest degree refreshing" 1t
hart bis sensitive nature, that negroes should be
caricatured by Mrs. Beecher Stowe and by other
artists. Prompted by affection, Mr., Pollard deter
mined to conscientously draw his humble friends;
and the result Of HIS pous fidelity is this book of
"Black Diamonds" III this enterprise Mr.. Pollard
was aided and encouraged by mysterious Member
of Congress, whose name is not given, but who
agreed beforehand to buy, and we hope, to pay for
one hundred copies of Mr.. Pollards book being
persuaded that by so doing he weuld crush Mr.
Helpers obnoxious treatise and, possibly, dissolve
the Union.
The propIietors of TIE TRIBUNE were
not invited by Mr.. Pollard to subscribe
as they would assuredly have done if they
had been asked but having procured copy
of the Second Edition of the work, we are dis
poted to do it full justice. Will our readers glance
with Us at few of Mr.. Pollard's portraits No.
is the unauthorized negro" the animal who
welcomed the wandering Pollard. "He looked"
says Edward "like home" 81 could" says Ed
ward, shave embraced him." "My face" says
Edward, twas a-glow." my eyelids," says Ed
ward, "were touched with tears" she re-
{" minded me-" says Edward, of days gone by,
"when 1 wandered with my sable playmates over
I" the warm, wide hills of my sweet home fishing
with crooked PIN" What pleasing pscato-
rial picture But It's after all deficient. What did
young Edward catch with the crooked pin ?" and
what did the "sable playmates" catch with their
crooked pins1"
No. 9 is Edwards "Aunt Debby." He meets
her; he shakes hands with her. She wears ga
bar danna;" also, ga white apron" She is ga
"great character" Her "relgious element" is
very strong. She presents Mr.. Edward Pollard
with "ground-peas," and he cries again. She
10 old, and almost ready for one of Mr. Pollard's
comfortable gravestones. Mr.. Pollard floors Mr..
Lloyd Garrison and Mr. Wendell Phillips By the
act that Aunt Debby" is "happy and oontented."
There is nothing more to say.
Mr.. Polards third picture is large piece. lie