The Speeches & Autobiographical Writings of Frederick Douglass. Frederick Douglass

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       And damn you if you steal a lamb;

       Yet rob old Tony, Doll, and Sam,

       Of human rights, and bread and ham;

       Kidnapper's heavenly union.

      "They'll loudly talk of Christ's reward,

       And bind his image with a cord,

       And scold, and swing the lash abhorred,

       And sell their brother in the Lord

       To handcuffed heavenly union.

      "They'll read and sing a sacred song,

       And make a prayer both loud and long,

       And teach the right and do the wrong,

       Hailing the brother, sister throng,

       With words of heavenly union.

      "We wonder how such saints can sing,

       Or praise the Lord upon the wing,

       Who roar, and scold, and whip, and sting,

       And to their slaves and mammon cling,

       In guilty conscience union.

      "They'll raise tobacco, corn, and rye,

       And drive, and thieve, and cheat, and lie,

       And lay up treasures in the sky,

       By making switch and cowskin fly,

       In hope of heavenly union.

      "They'll crack old Tony on the skull,

       And preach and roar like Bashan bull,

       Or braying ass, of mischief full,

       Then seize old Jacob by the wool,

       And pull for heavenly union.

      "A roaring, ranting, sleek man-thief,

       Who lived on mutton, veal, and beef,

       Yet never would afford relief

       To needy, sable sons of grief,

       Was big with heavenly union.

      "'Love not the world,' the preacher said,

       And winked his eye, and shook his head;

       He seized on Tom, and Dick, and Ned,

       Cut short their meat, and clothes, and bread,

       Yet still loved heavenly union.

      "Another preacher whining spoke

       Of One whose heart for sinners broke:

       He tied old Nanny to an oak,

       And drew the blood at every stroke,

       And prayed for heavenly union.

      "Two others oped their iron jaws,

       And waved their children-stealing paws;

       There sat their children in gewgaws;

       By stinting negroes' backs and maws,

       They kept up heavenly union.

      "All good from Jack another takes,

       And entertains their flirts and rakes,

       Who dress as sleek as glossy snakes,

       And cram their mouths with sweetened cakes;

       And this goes down for union."

      Sincerely and earnestly hoping that this little book may do something toward throwing light on the American slave system, and hastening the glad day of deliverance to the millions of my brethren in bonds – faithfully relying upon the power of truth, love, and justice, for success in my humble efforts – and solemnly pledging my self anew to the sacred cause, – I subscribe myself,

       FREDERICK DOUGLASS

       LYNN, Mass., April 28, 1845.

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[1] This is the same man who gave me the roots to prevent my being whipped by Mr. Covey. He was "a clever soul." We used frequently to talk about the fight with Covey, and as often as we did so, he would claim my success as the result of the roots which he gave me. This superstition is very common among the more ignorant slaves. A slave seldom dies but that his death is attributed to trickery.

[2] Editor's note: Mr. Douglas gave an account of his escape to freedom in 1981. See Douglass, Frederick. "My Escape from Slavery." The Century Illustrated Magazine 23, n.s. 1 (Nov. 1881): 125-131., and My Escape from Slavery in MobileRead Forums.

[3] She was free.

[4] I had changed my name from Frederick BAILEY to that of JOHNSON.

[5] I am told that colored persons can now get employment at calking in New Bedford – a result of anti-slavery effort.

[6] Editor's Note: cf Matthew 23:4-5, 6-8, 13-16, 23-25, 27-28

[7] Editor's Note: cf Jeremiah 5:9, 29

       The Heroic Slave (1853)

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      Oh! child of grief, why weepest though? Why droops thy sad and mournful brow? Why is thy look so like despair? What deep, sad sorrow lingers there?

      The State of Virginia is famous in American annals for the multitudinous array of her statesmen and heroes. She has been dignified by some the mother of statesmen. History has not been sparing in recording their names, or in blazoning their deeds. Her high position in this respect, has given her an enviable distinction among her sister States. With Virginia for his birth-place, even a man of ordinary parts, on account of the general partiality for her sons, easily rises to eminent stations. Men, not great enough to attract special attention in their native States, have, like a certain distinguished citizen in the State of New York, sighed and repined that they were not born in Virginia. Yet not all the great ones of the Old Dominion have, by the fact of their birth-place, escaped undeserved obscurity. By some strange neglect, one of the truest, manliest, and bravest of her children, -- one who, in after years, will, I think, command the pen of genius to set his merits forth, holds now no higher place in the records of that grand old Commonwealth