'O! grandpa,' said she, as I inquired the cause of her distress, 'I have been reading "The Little Pin-headers."' I wept over it too, for it was true.

No, sir; if I must see slavery, let me see it in its best form, as it exists in our Southern country." "You are right, sir, I fear," said the Englishman.
"Well," said Mr.Perkins, "I am glad I am not a slaveholder, for one reason; I am sure I should never get to heaven.

I should be knocking brains out from morning till night, that is if there are brains under all that mass of wool.

Why, they are so slow, and inactive--I should be stumbling over them all the time; though from the specimens I have seen in your house, sir, I should say they made most agreeable servants." "My servants are very faithful," said Mr.Weston, "they have had great pains taken with them.

I rarely have any complaints from the overseer." "Your overseers,--that is the worst feature in slavery," said Mr.Perkins.
"Why, sir," said Mr.Chapman, ready for another argument, "you have your superintendents at the North--and they can knock their people down whenever they see fit." "I beg your pardon, sir," said Mr.Perkins.