Horace Mann: “This, too, is an honor, which it will be hers, through all the immortality of the ages, alone to wear.”

I answer, that this difference which they so be-little and disparage will often be all the difference between freedom and bondage, between life and death, between honor and infamy, between happiness and perdition.

The kidnapper, Alberti, now lies in a Pennsylvania prison for carrying away a mother and her child; but the mother and the child are now groaning under the lash of a southern taskmaster.

A southern slave stands higher, politically, than a northern laborer, if the latter must vote as his employer dictates.

The man of independent circumstances has this liberty; and no man’s circumstances, not even the poorest and the humblest, should be so dependent as to take it away.