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

There must be sophistry in all this; but the condition of a slave confuses all principles of morality, and, in fact, renders the practice of them impossible.

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

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!

When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

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.