A great part of courage is the courage of having done the thing before.
But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave girl. My master began to whisper foul words in my ear. Young as I was I could not remain ignorant of their import.
The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human...
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She...
There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south....
It would be a sad day if we British stopped being cynical, but you...
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic...
It’s just rubbish.
