Within "gloomy walls close pent," he warbled gay as a bird of a freedom which tyrants could not touch, nor bolts confine: "No chains can bind it, and no cell enclose, Swifter than light, it flies from pole to pole, And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes!" or with deep, stern gladness sang he to "The Guiltless Prisoner" how: "A martyr's crown is richer than a king's! Think it an honor with thy Lord to bleed, And glory 'midst intensest sufferings; Though beat--imprisoned--put to open shame Time shall embalm and magnify thy name." "Is it supposed by Judge Brice," the guiltless prisoner wrote from his cell, "that his frowns can intimidate me, or his sentence stifle my voice on the subject of African oppression?
He does not know me.

So long as a good Providence gives me strength and intellect, I will not cease to declare that the existence of slavery in this country is a foul reproach to the American name; nor will I hesitate to proclaim the guilt of kidnappers, slave abettors, or slaveowners, wheresoever they may reside, or however high they may be exalted.

I am only in the _alphabet_ of my task; time shall perfect a useful work.

It is my shame that I have done so little for the people of color; yea, before God, I feel humbled that my feelings are so cold, and my language so weak.

A few white victims must be sacrificed to open the eyes of this nation, and to show the tyranny of our laws.