New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-04-09

gives us to understand that slsve-auctons, which
have been represented in . somewhat different
light, are the most faoetious, comic, amusing al
fairs In the world Mr.. Pollard Ia not, to be sure,
exactly consistent, for he makes bis "Black Dia-
"monds in the same page very much afraid Of the
vendue and not afraid Of it at a-yery sad at being
sold but absolutely sure Of being bid In by their
beloved masters Somehow, Mr.. Pollard's colDrs
do not barmoDize; but as his effort to mako the
auction-block kind Of Christian altar is highly
credtable to his heart his religion, and all that sort
Of thing, we must not be too critical.
No. a is companion.piece to "Aunt Debby"
and is called "Urcle George" This venerable
Africans claims TO attention are founded upon the
fact that many years ago be sold surreptltlously
to young Edward " little Doggins Of muddy cider"
and that young Edward bilked him OF his purchase
money by passiDgupon him spurious coins' " oncie
90 George " is still living; but We suppose that ne
will have one of the Pollardian monuments In good
Time
No. 5 is "Uncle Georges" wife belinda"
Belinda the "blithe" according to Mr. Pollard.
Belinda "nussed" Edward. There is some discrep.
ancy here. We had supposed that the original
"nuss" was dead from the fact that in bis earlier
letter Edward cried so bitterly OF the grave Of DIS
"msmmy." We don't know. Perhaps we are
not well informed in these matters. There may be
some recondte difference between 50 nuss and
ga nanny" Or perhaps it took two to :" nuss "
Edward. We should not wonder. BELINDA the
Blithe is q musical " diamond" OF religious turn,
who is always singing "Ob, Heaven, sweet HeaV-
Gen. when shall see When shall l ever get
"there7"
No. 6 is "Aunt Marie" an old, loved slave
At whose death.bed Mr.. Edward Pollard assisted,
and over whom he has, we suppose, by thia time,
erected the tallest description Of monument. And
bere-not to continue our catalogue further--we
must notice remarkable popularity OF the Pollard
diamonds" They all seem TO be nightly enam-
ored of Deah. 1t may be the result of an enthusl-
astic desire tohave one of Mr.. Pollarfs monuments;
but all his Free fat, cohtented, eating drinking
dancing. singing Aunties" and " Uncles' are in
prodRious hurry to get to Heaven It's the burden
of all their songs Aunt Belinda singing,
ooh Heaven, sweet Heaven when shall see,
When shall | ever get there"
ia a type ofthem all Mr.. Pollard finds in these sad
and solemn reians-in this continual desire of the
slave for another and better land-absoute proof
that the negro is perfectly contented with bus lot.
1t seems, somehow or other, to have entered into
bis mind that life which makes death welcome,
and the grave pleasant must OF necessity be happy
one. He seems to think that if al old woman, in
the dark hour of herpassing, only excaims "Mass'r
"Jesus," she must have been happy in her Pilgrim
age, happy in her bonds, happy in her thankless
toll, happy in her enforced widowhood, happy in
Der most unnatural bereavements, happy 10 her
stripea her degradation, her poverty, and her de-
spair.
Take another case. The meandering Pollard
is making his observations in Macon, Ga. He
encounters the funeral of slaye-a deceased drum
mer-and he Immediately falls into raptures.
What handsome hearse"! "FIinged with
"sabIe, and preceded by the band of the CON-
"pany, playing funeral marches, while, follow
&" ing after, came long procession OF negroes,
L" 10 decent attire, and portion riding in car
rages. Yes negroes actually riding in car
" rages, hired each at eight dollars day"
Mr.. Polards idea of human felicity seems to be
divided one; and he is quite at loss which to envy
most-the body borne through the principal streets
Z" in handsome hearse," or the fortunate folk
who actually rode in carriages, hired each at
" eight dollars day." AS he begins his Letter
ILL., by sapently rejecting how illusory and falla
cious are our poor human doctrines of happiness"
We fancy that he is misanthropical because he is
white man, and would rather prefer the coffin to
the coach.
Perhaps we have taken more notice Of this silly
book than it merits. But, Endorsed as it is by
Southern statesmen, or, more accurately speaking,
by Southern Members Of Congress, We have a right
to regard it as the best literary defense which the
South has to offer. Considered by ITSELF IFS folly
makes it ntertaining-comparedw with Mr. Rowan
Helpers bristlipg and impregnable statistics, it
sinks below contempt. There is nothing to be said
in defense of chatte slavery. At the best it ad-
mits only of charitable excavations. But these
must be urged to the respectful attention of
mankind, with some degree of skill; and the spec
tacle of Mr.. Edward Pollard "making a little
monument over the grave of his nanny" Ger.
tainly affords but slight argument in favor Of re-
opening the African SIayeTrade
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