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.

Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.

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.

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

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

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