Frederick Douglass: “Such a pretence is absurd and shameless upon the face of it.”

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

Treason had shot its poisonous roots deeper, and had spread its death-dealing branches further than any northern calculation had covered.

I looked into this kitchen with peculiar interest, and remembered that it was there I last saw my mother.

Land is not worth much where there are no people to occupy it, and a mule is not worth much where there is no one to drive him.