Viewed from the genuine abolition ground, Mr. Lincoln seemed tardy, cold, dull, and indifferent; but measuring him by the sentiment of his country, a sentiment he was bound as a statesman to consult, he was swift, zealous, radical, and determined.

I glory in the conflict, that I may hereafter exult in the victory. I know that victory is certain.

You degrade us and then ask why we are degraded. You shut our mouths and ask why we don't speak. You close your colleges and seminaries against us and then ask why we don't know.

This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn.

The silver trump of freedom roused in my soul eternal wakefulness.

I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it.

Beat and cuff your slave, keep him hungry and spiritless, and he will follow the chain of his master like a dog. Feed and clothe him well, work him moderately, surround him with physical comfort and dreams of freedom intrude.