Frederick Douglass: “But, with all my learning—it was really precious little—Sandy was more than a match for me.”

It was in the air, and men breathed it and were permeated by it, often when they were quite unconscious of its presence.

But we are not here to applaud manly courage, save as it has been displayed in a noble cause.

This was a new and special revelation, dispelling a painful mystery against which my youthful understanding had struggled, and struggled in vain, to wit, the white man’s power to perpetuate the enslavement of the black man.

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