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From My Earliest Recollection, I Date The Entertainment Of A Deep Conviction That Slavery Would Not Always Be Able To Hold Me Within Its Foul Embrace; And In The Darkest Hours Of My Career In Slavery, This Living Word Of Faith And Spirit Of Hope Departed Not From Me, But Remained Like Ministering Angels To Cheer Me Through The Gloom. This Good Spirit Was From God, And To Him I Offer Thanksgiving And Praise.

My Hopes Were Never Brighter Than Now.

Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow. Better Even To Die Free Than To Live Slaves.

It Was Unlawful, As Well As Unsafe, To Teach A Slave To Read.

Where Justice Is Denied, Where Poverty Is Enforced, . . . Neither Persons Nor Property Will Be Safe.