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the Lord gives a good many things twice over, but he don't give ye a mother but once. Ye'll never see such another woman, Mas'r George—not if ye live to be a hundred years old. So, now, you hold on to her, and grow up, and be a comfort to her.

I believe I'm done for," said Tom. "The cussed sneaking dog, to leave me to die alone! My poor old mother always told me 'twould be so.

Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.

Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion.

He had been able to repress every disrespectful word; but the flashing eye, the gloomy and troubled brow, were part of a natural language that could not be repressed,-- indubitable signs, which showed too plainly that the man could not become a thing.

What poor, mean trash this whole business of human virtue is! A mere matter, for the most part, of latitude and longitude, and geographical position, acting with natural temperament. The greater part is nothing but an accident.

When a heavy weight presses the soul to the lowest level at which endurance is possible, there is an instant and desperate effort of every physical and moral nerve to throw off the weight; and hence the heaviest anguish often precedes a return tide of joy and courage.

look at me, now. Don't I sit before you, e very way, just as much a man as you are? Look at my face—look at my hands—look at my body," and the young man dr ew himself up proudly. "Why am I not a man, as much as anybody?

No tear dropped over that pillow; in such straits as these, the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

I've lost everything in this world, and it's clean gone, forever-- and now I can't lose heaven, too; no, I can't get to be wicked, besides all.

But who, sir, makes the trader? Who is most to blame? The enlightened, cultivated, intelligent man, who supports the system of which the trader is the inevitable result, or the poor trader himself? You make the public statement that calls for his trade, that debauches and depraves him, till he feels no shame in it; and in what are you better than he?

If it were your Harry, mother, or your Willie, that were going to be torn from you by a brutal trader, tomorrow morning,—if you had seen the man, and heard that the papers were signed and delivered, and you had only from twelve o'clock till morning to make good your escape,—how fast could you walk?

Eliza," said George, "people that have friends, and houses, and lands, and money, and all those things, can't love as we do, who have nothing but each other. ... And your loving me,—why, it was almost like raising one from the dead! I've been a new man ever since! And now, Eliza, I'll give my last drop of blood, but they shall not take you from me. Whoever gets you must walk over my dead body.

. . . in the gates of eternity, the black hand and the white hold each other with an equal clasp.

But then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word, - or at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle with 'Ran away from the subscriber' under it. The magic of the real presence of distress, -- the imploring human eye, frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony, -- these he had never tried.

There's a way you political folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing; and you don't believe in it yourselves when it comes to practice.

The benevolent gentleman is sorry; but, then, the thing happens every day! One sees girls and mothers crying at these sales, always! it can't be helped, etc.; and he walks off, with his acquisition, in another direction.

I tell you,' said Augustine, 'if there is anything that is revealed with the strength of a divine law in our times, it is that the masses are to rise, and the under class become the upper one.

We ought to be free to meet and mingle, --to rise by our individual worth, without any consideration of caste or color; and they who deny us this right are false to their own professed principals of human equality.

It was a feeling which he had seen before in his mother; but no chord within vibrated to it.

I tell you," said Augustine, "if there is anything that revealed with the strength of a divine law in our times, it is that the masses are to rise, and the under class becomes the upper one.

Perhaps the mildest form of the system of slavery is to be seen in the State of Kentucky.

The woman did not sob nor weep. She had gone to a place where tears are dry; but every one around her was, in some way characteristic of themselves, showing signs of hearty sympathy.

Greasy or not greasy, they will govern you, when their time comes," said Augustine; "and they will be just such rulers as you make them.

My country! said George, with a strong and bitter emphasis; what country have I, but the grave,—and I wish to God that I was laid there!

If it comes to that, I can earn myself at least six feet of free soil.

These critters ain't like white folks, you know; they gets over things, only manage right.

My master! and who made him my master? That's what I think of—what right has he to me? I'm a man as much as he is. I'm a better man than he is.

Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.

My country again! Mr. Wilson, you have a country; but what country have I, or any one like me, born of slave mothers? What laws are there for us? We don’t make them,—we don’t consent to them,—we have nothing to do with them; all they do for us is to crush us, and keep us down.

What a situation, now, for a patriotic senator, that had been all the week before spurring up the legislature of his native state to pass more stringent resolutions against escaping fugitives, their harborers and abettors!

No matter how kind her mistress is,—no matter how much she loves her home; beg her not to go back,—for slavery always ends in misery.

Now is all the time I have anything to do with," said Miss Ophelia.

Thee mustn't speak evil of thy rulers, Simeon," said his father, gravely. "The Lord only gives us our worldly goods that we may do justice and mercy; if our rulers require a price of us for it, we must deliver it up.

Marie always had a head-ache on hand for any conversation that did not exactly suit her.

Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body, that, for a time, can make flesh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that the weak become so mighty.

Somewhat mollified by certain cups of very good coffee, he came out smiling and talking, in tolerably restored humor.

General rules will bear hard on particular cases.

The slave is always a tyrant, if he can get a chance to be one.

when all things go wrong to us, we must believe that God is doing the very best.

Mrs. Bird, seeing the defenseless condition of the enemy's territory, had no more conscience than to push her advantage.

The sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the streets of Rome.

Well," said Miss Ophelia, "do you think slavery right or wrong?""I'm not going to have any of your horrid New England directness, cousin," said St. Clare, gayly.

God only knows the future,' said St.Clare. 'I am braver than I was because I have lost all; and he who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.