Frederick Douglass: “On the wharves, I saw industry without bustle, labor without noise, and heavy toil without the whip.”

For the moment the northern lamb was transformed into a lion, and his roar was terrible.

He was called upon not merely to administer the government, but to decide, in the face of terrible odds, the fate of the Republic.

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

But we are not here to applaud manly courage, save as it has been displayed in a noble cause.