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

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

When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

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

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.

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

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