The Vast Concourse Of People Who Had

A Good Many Causes Tend To Make Good Masters And Mistresses Quite As Rare As Good Servants.... The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not, Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks, Or In Any Way Really Raise Them Above The Servants They Employ, Who Are Quite Aware Of This Fact, And That The Possession Of Wealth Is Literally The Only Superiority Their Employers Have Over Them.

A Sacred Burden Is This Life Ye Bear, Look On It, Lift It, Bear It Solemnly, Stand Up And Walk Beneath It Steadfastly; Fail Not For Sorrow, Falter Not For Sin, But Onward, Upward, Till The Goal Ye Win.

Modesty Is A Diamond Setting To Female Beauty.

I Have Sometimes Been Haunted With The Idea That It Was An Imperative Duty, Knowing What I Know, And Having Seen What I Have Seen, To Do All That Lies In My Power To Show The Dangers And The Evils Of This Frightful Institution.

The Southern Newspapers, With Their Advertisements Of Negro Sales And Personal Descriptions Of Fugitive Slaves, Supply Details Of Misery That It Would Be Difficult For Imagination To Exceed. Scorn, Derision, Insult, Menace - The Handcuff, The Last - The Tearing Away Of Children From Parents, Of Husbands From Wives - The Weary Trudging In Droves Along The Common Highways, The Labor Of Body, The Despair Of Mind, The Sickness Of Heart - These Are The Realities Which Belong To The System, And Form The Rule, Rather That The Exception, In The Slave's Experience.