Frederick Douglass: “But in spite of him, and even in spite of myself, I continued to think, and to think about the injustice of my…”

I looked into this kitchen with peculiar interest, and remembered that it was there I last saw my mother.

We could not but believe that there existed at the South a latent and powerful Union sentiment which would assert itself at last.

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

We (the people of the North) are a charitable people, and in the excess of this feeling we were disposed to put the very best construction upon the strange behavior of our southern brethren.