Frederick Douglass: “I was completely wrecked, changed and bewildered; goaded almost to madness at one time, and at another reconciling…”

A son of toil himself, he was linked in brotherly sympathy with the sons of toil in every loyal part of the republic.

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

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.

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