Frederick Douglass: “At times, I would rise up, a flash of energetic freedom would dart through my soul, accompanied with a faint beam of…”

True it is that this faith was many times shaken by passing events, but never destroyed.

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

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

It was perhaps better for the country and for mankind that the good man could not know the end from the beginning.