Frederick Douglass: “There is no kind of work which really requires a better supply of food to prevent physical exhaustion than the field…”

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

The good to be sought and the evil to be shunned were flung in the balance and weighed against each other.

No word of retaliation when a black man is slain by a rebel in cold blood.

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