Frederick Douglass: “The day we celebrate is preëminently the colored man’s day.”

Treason had shot its poisonous roots deeper, and had spread its death-dealing branches further than any northern calculation had covered.

A son of toil himself, he was linked in brotherly sympathy with the sons of toil in every loyal part of the republic.

It was in the air, and men breathed it and were permeated by it, often when they were quite unconscious of its presence.

The anti-slavery platform had performed its work, and my voice was no longer needed.