Frederick Douglass: “I speak of that mysterious, invisible, impalpable something which underlies the life alike of individuals and of…”

That the mother was a slave was enough for its deadly purpose.

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

My grandmother was all the world to me, and the thought of being separated from her was a most unwelcome suggestion to my affections and hopes.

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