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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows