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 girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.

If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents to go, and promises not to run away during the year.

For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood

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

The secrets of slavery are concealed like those of the Inquisition.

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.