Lives that flash in sunshine, and lives that are born in tears, receive their hue from circumstances.

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

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

I can testify, from my own experience and observation, that slavery is a curse to the whites as well as to the blacks. It makes the white fathers cruel and sensual; the sons violent and licentious; it contaminates the daughters, and makes the wives wretched. And as for the colored race, it needs an abler pen than mine to describe the extremity of their sufferings, the depth of their degradation.

If a slave is unwilling to go with his new master, he is whipped, or locked up in jail, until he consents to go, and promises not to run away during the year.

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

Dr. Flint had sworn that he would make me suffer, to my last day, for this new crime against him, as he called it; and as long as he had me in his power he kept his word