I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women.

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

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

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.

But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was, I could not remain ignorant of their import