It is the prerogative of genius to pluck the choicest flowers in spots where common eyes can discern only grass and weeds. Mrs. Stowe, in her wonderful novel of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," has shown that the sublimest virtues may flourish in that lowliest and most despised of earthly habitations, the negro hut; and that a poor, illiterate, bartered, black plantation slave may manifest a degree of Christian gentleness, forbearance, and love, that prove him to be a closer copy of the early martyrs than any white victim of oppression who has been tortured to death for many centuries. A chief virtue of this masterly book, in my view, is the strong light in which it portrays the excellencies of the African character; and thus casts a sadder and more appalling shade on the infernal crime by which they are robbed of development.

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Little Eva; Uncle Tom's Guardian Angel. Composed and most respectfully dedicated to Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom's Cabin. Poetry by John G. Whittier; Music by Manual Emilio. Boston: Published by John P. Jewett Co., 1852.

  The Lines on Little Eva, by Whittier, are very beautiful; the music, we are told, is admirably adapted to them; and the whole is very tastefully executed. Success to every effort to excite a love of the beautiful and good.