Children Are Made Of Eyes And Ears,

Children Are Made Of Eyes And Ears, And Nothing, However Minute, Escapes Their Microscopic Observation.

...i Cannot Help Being Astonished At The Furious And Ungoverned Execration Which All Reference To The Possibility Of A Fusion Of The Races Draws Down Upon Those Who Suggest It, Because Nobody Pretends To Deny That, Throughout The South, A Large Proportion Of The Population Is The Offspring Of White Men And Colored Women.

I Never Desire To Know Anything Of The Detail Of Political Measures, Lest Even Those Which I Think Best Should Lose Anything Of Their Intrinsic Value To Me, By Seeing What Low, Paltry, Personal Motives And Base Machinery And Dirty Hands Have Helped To Bring Them About.

Yesterday Morning I Amused Myself With An Exercise Of A Talent I Once Possessed, But Have So Neglected That My Performance Might Almost Be Called An Experiment. I Cut Out A Dress For One Of The Women.

The Vast Concourse Of People Who Had Assembled To Witness The Triumphant Arrival Of The Successful Travellers Was Of The Lowest Orders Of Mechanics And Artisans, Among Whom Great Distress And A Dangerous Spirit Of Discontent With The Government At That Time Prevailed.