Frederick Douglass: “The history of that election reveals, with great clearness, the extent to which slavery has shot its leprous distillment…”

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

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

That the mother was a slave was enough for its deadly purpose.

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