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

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

Could you have seen that mother clinging to her child, when they fastened the irons upon his wrists; could you have heard her heart-rending groans, and seen her bloodshot eyes wander wildly from face to face, vainly pleading for mercy; could you have witnessed that scene as I saw it, you would exclaim, Slavery is damnable!

I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away

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

Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.

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