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.

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

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

For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood

When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.

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