Then I pitied you, and I pitied myself for my own former ignorance, and I pitied very many of our Northern people, and, not the least, such persons as poor "Isaiah," who I know are honest, but are grievously misled.

The word slavery is, to us, an awful word.

Very much of our anti-slavery feeling is a perfectly natural instinct.

You cannot see Java sparrows in a cage, nor even a mother-hen tied to her coop, without a lurking wish to give them liberty.

On thinking of being "a slave," we immediately make the case our own, and imagine what it would be for us to be in bondage to the will of another.