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.

The degradation, the wrongs, the vices, that grow out of slavery, are more than I can describe. They are greater than you would willingly believe.

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.

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

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