"They have their right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

They are no longer enslaved, body and soul.

If I see a man with his hands and feet chained, and I break those chains, it is all that God expects me to do; let him earn his own living." "But suppose he does not know how to do so," said Mrs.Moore, "what then?
The occupations of a negro at the South are so different from those of the people at the North." "Thank God they are, ma'am," said Mr.Kent, grandly.

"We have no overseers to draw the blood of their fellow creatures, and masters to look on and laugh.

We do not snatch infants from their mothers' breasts, and sell them for whisky." "Neither do we," said Mrs.Moore, her bosom heaving with emotion; "no one but an Abolitionist could have had such a wicked thought.