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

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import

There must be sophistry in all this; but the condition of a slave confuses all principles of morality, and, in fact, renders the practice of them impossible.

My master had power and law on his side; I had a determined will. There is might in each.

Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.