Frederick Douglass: “The South has always known how to have a dog hanged by giving him a bad name.”

The sentiment that brings us here to-day is one of the noblest that can stir and thrill the human heart.

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

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

The father might be a white man, glorying in the purity of his Anglo-Saxon blood, and his child ranked with the blackest slaves.