Frederick Douglass: “I answer in turn, how can you, how can any man with a heart in his breast do otherwise when, louder than the blood of…”

True it is that this faith was many times shaken by passing events, but never destroyed.

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

The friendless and hungry boy, in his extremest need, found himself in the strong protecting arms of his mother.

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