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.

When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.

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

Dr. Flint had sworn that he would make me suffer, to my last day, for this new crime against him, as he called it; and as long as he had me in his power he kept his word

Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it.

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

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.