They are not masters of the system.

The system is master of them; and the slaves are their vassals.
These storms rise on the bosom of the calmed waters of the system.

You are a slave, a being in whom another owns property.

Then you may rise with his pride, but remember the day is at hand when you must also fall with his folly.

To-day you may be pampered by his meekness; but to-morrow you will suffer in the storm of his passions.
In the month of September, 1848, there appeared in my study, one morning, in New York City, an aged coloured man of tall and slender form.