We hear often of the distress of the negro servants, on the loss of a kind master; and with good reason, for no creature on God's earth is left more utterly unprotected and desolate than the slave in these circumstances.

the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.

If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

God has always been to me not so much like a father as like a dear and tender mother.

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.