Death is better than slavery.

Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

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.

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.

The slave child had no thought for the morrow; but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being born to be a chattel.

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