Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows

When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women.

There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south. If a man goes to the communion table, and pays money into the treasury of the church, no matter if it be the price of blood, he is called religious.

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.