DURING the first years of my service in Dr. Flint's family, I was accustomed to share some indulgences with the children of my mistress

No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.

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.

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

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

I was ordered to go for flowers, that my mistress's house might be decorated for an evening party. I spent the day gathering flowers and weaving them into festoons, while the dead body of my father was lying within a mile of me. What cared my owners for that? he was merely a piece of property. Moreover, they thought he had spoiled his children, by teaching them to feel that they were human beings. This was blasphemous doctrine for a slave to teach; presumptuous in him, and dangerous to the masters.

There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.