Always It Gave Me A Pang That

There Are Wrongs Which Even The Grave Does Not Bury.

Always It Gave Me A Pang That My Children Had No Lawful Claim To A Name.

When I Was Nearly Twelve Years Old, My Kind Mistress Sickened And Died.

Death Is Better Than Slavery.

I Would Rather Drudge Out My Life On A Cotton Plantation, Till The Grave Opened To Give Me Rest, Than To Live With An Unprincipled Master And A Jealous Mistress.