Frederick Douglass: “A sense of my loneliness and helplessness crept over me, and covered me with something bordering on despair.”

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

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

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

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