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

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.

Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.

Southern women often marry a man knowing that he is the father of many little slaves. They do not trouble themselves about it.

My master had power and law on his side; I had a determined will. There is might in each.

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