I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.

Base is the slave that pays.

Resolved, That the compact which exists between the North and the South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell; involving both parties in atrocious criminality, and should be immediately annulled. - William Lloyd Garrison,

Fling out the Anti-Slavery flag;Forever let it beThe emblem to a holy cause,The banner of the free.And never from its guardian heightLet it by man be driven,But let it float forever there,Beneath the smiles of heaven.

The slavery of the tea and coffee and other slop-kettle.