How does it feel to be a problem? I answer seldom a word.

The Red Record: Tabulated Statistics and Alleged Causes of Lynching in the United States By Ida B. Wells-Barnett

If I have portrayed the dark side of slavery, I also have painted the bright side.

  The musical capacity of the negro race has been recognized for so many years that it is hard to explain why no systematic effort has hitherto been made to collect and preserve their melodies.

 Mrs. Ballard possessed the highest intelligence, and Mrs. Maria Franks wasamong the most accomplished of Southern ladies.  “Tell me, Madam Ballard, how will the 1orth go in the present issue"”enquired Franks.  “Give yourself no concern about that, Colonel,” replied Mrs. Ballard, “youwill find the 1orth true to the country.”  “:hat you consider true, may be false—that is, it might be true to you, andfalse to us,” continued he.  “<ou do not understand me, Colonel,” she rejoined, “we can have nointerests separate from yours; you know the time-honored motto, 'united westand,' and so forth, must apply to the American people under every policy inevery section of the Union.”  “So it should, but amidst the general clamor in the contest for ascendancy,may you not lose sight of this important point"”  “How can we" <ou, I'm sure, Colonel, know very well that in our countrycommercial interests have taken precedence of all others, which is a sufficientguarantee of our fidelity to the South.

It was during the Revolutionary War; and they were captured on their passage, carried back, and sold to different purchasers

His strongest wish was to purchase his children; but, though he several times offered his hard earnings for that purpose, he never succeeded

. My mother was a field hand

I heard her voice, and knew it, and jumped out of my bunk, and went to the door. Though the field was some distance from the house, I could hear every crack of the whip, and every groan and cry of my poor mother. I remained at the door, not daring to venture any further. The cold chills ran over me, and I wept aloud. After giving her ten lashes, the sound of the whip ceased, and I returned Page 16to my bed, and found no consolation but in my tears

My mother's name was Elizabeth. She had seven children, viz.: Solomon, Leander, Benjamin, Joseph, Millford, Elizabeth, and myself.

1843. Since that time it has been slightly modified, retaining, however, all of its original doctrine.

rethren and Fellow-Citizens:—Your brethren of the North, East, and West have been accustomed to meet together in Na-tional Conventions, to sympathize with each other, and to weep over your unhappy condition.

I was not allowed to be present during her illness, at her death, or burial. She was gone long before I knew any thing about it. Never having enjoyed, to any considerable extent, her soothing presence, her tender and watchful care, I received the tidings of her death with much the same emotions I should have probably felt at the death of a stranger.

  I WAS born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot county, Maryland.

By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday.

She cam~ forward to the platform and addressing the President said with great simplicity: "May I say a few words?" Receiving an affirmative answer, she proceeded:

Sojourner Truth never leurncd to read or write. "I cannot read a book, but_ I can read the people,

Sojourner Truth went on to her destina-tion undisturbed.

I do not only expect to be held up to the public as an ignorant, impudent and restless disturber of the public peace, by such avaricious creatures, as well as a mover of insubordination--and perhaps put in prison or to death, for giving a superficial exposition of our miseries, and exposing tyrants.

we Coloured People of these United States, are, the most wretched, degraded and abject set of beings that over lived since the world began, down to the present day, and, that, the white Christians of America, who hold us in slavery, (or, more properly speaking, pretenders to Christianity,) treat us more cruel and barbarous than any Heathen nation did any people whom it had subjected, or reduced to the same condition, that the Americans (who are, notwithstanding, looking for the Millennial day) have us.

Blacks or Coloured People, are treated more cruel by the white Christians of America, than devils themselves ever treated a set of men, women and children on this earth.

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by a society of men of color. This is the first English translation of Sejour'

Sejour was the first in a series of distinguished African American literary expatri-ates who settled and vvrote in Paris.

e same time, he was careful to select hymns that were held in high "estimation" by others.5 He con- cludes, "We flatter ourselves, the present edition will not suffer by a comparison with any collection of eq

The first edition of Allen's hymnal contains fifty-four hymns; the second adds ten more texts, making a total of sixty-four. Some of the hymns most certainly written by Allen himself, judging from their similarity to hymns he published in other places; others that have all the earmarks of folk hymns may have been penned by Allen's church associate

" Now Richard Allen is justly celebrated as one of the founders of the world's first black Christian denomination, the African Methodist Episcopal Church (hereafter AME), which he served as the first bishop, and for his civil-rights activiti

 The Goddess comes, she moves divinely fair, Olive and laurel binds Her golden hair:

While freedom’s cause her anxious breast alarms, She flashes dreadful in refulgent arms. See mother earth her offspring’s fate bemoan, And nations gaze at scenes before unknown!

A crown, a mansion, and a throne that shine, With gold unfading, WASHINGTON! Be thine.

August 'twas the twenty-fifth, Seventeen hundred forty-six; The Indians did in ambush lay, Some very valiant men to slay,

Simeon Amsden they found dead, Not many rods distant from his head.

Eteazer Hawks was killed outright, Before he had time to fight, -