Frederick Douglass: “This done, and the guilty perpetrator of one of the most foul murders goes unwhipped of justice, and uncensured by the…”

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

The good to be sought and the evil to be shunned were flung in the balance and weighed against each other.

If I have had kicks, I have also had kindness.

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