Frederick Douglass: “The late election, however, gives us hope that the loyal Republican party may yet return to its first love.”

We could not but believe that there existed at the South a latent and powerful Union sentiment which would assert itself at last.

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

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

Our very lack of preparation for the conflict disposed us to look for some other than the way of blood out of the difficulty.