A Man, At Times, Gets

You Have Seen How A Man Was Made A Slave; You Shall See How A Slave Was Made A Man.

E Have Men Sold To Build Churches, Women Sold To Support The Gospel, And Babes Sold To Purchase Bibles For The Poor Heathen, All For The Glory Of God And The Good Of Souls. The Slave Auctioneer's Bell And The Church-going Bell Chime In With Each Other, And The Bitter Cries Of The Heart-broken Slave Are Drowned In The Religious Shouts Of His Pious Master. Revivals Of Religion And Revivals In The Slave Trade Go Hand In Hand.

I Have Often Sung To Drown My Sorrow, But Seldom To Express My Happiness. Crying For Joy, And Singing For Joy, Were Alike Uncommon To Me While In The Jaws Of Slavery. The Singing Of A Man Cast Away Upon A Desolate Island Might Be As Appropriately Considered As Evidence Of Contentment And Happiness, As The Singing Of A Slave; The Songs Of The One And Of The Other Are Prompted By The Same Emotion.

I Have Observed This In My Experience Of Slavery, - That Whenever My Condition Was Improved, Instead Of Its Increasing My Contentment, It Only Increased My Desire To Be Free, And Set Me To Thinking Of Plans To Gain My Freedom. I Have Found That, To Make A Contented Slave, It Is Necessary To Make A Thoughtless One. It Is Necessary To Darken His Moral And Mental Vision, And, As Far As Possible, To Annihilate The Power Of Reason. He Must Be Able To Detect No Inconsistencies In Slavery; He Must Be Made To Feel That Slavery Is Right; And He Can Be Brought To That Only When He Ceased To Be A Man.

Educate Your Sons And Daughters, Send Them To School, And Show Them That Beside The Cartridge Box, The Ballot Box, And The Jury Box, You Also Have The Knowledge Box.