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.

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.

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

Death is better than slavery.

The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.

The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.

The degradation, the wrongs, the vices, that grow out of slavery, are more than I can describe. They are greater than you would willingly believe.