For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood.
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.
No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.
Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.