Frederick Douglass: “That startling cry of alarm on the banks of the Potomac was but the answering back of the avenging angel to the midnight…”

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

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

Guilty or not guilty, to be accused was to be sure of a flogging.

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