1、NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE1NARRATIVE OF THE LIFEBy FREDERICK DOUGLASSNARRATIVE OF THE LIFE3clear than ever. There stood one, in physical proportion and staturecommanding and exact--in intellect richly endowed--in natural elo

2、- quencea prodigy--in soul manifestly “created but a little lower than the angels“--yet a slave, ay, a fugi- tive slave,--trembling for his safety, hardly daring tobelieve that on the American soil, a single white person

3、 could be foundwho would befriend him at all hazards, for the love of God and humanity!Ca- pable of high attainments as an intellectual and moral being--needingnothing but a comparatively small amount of cultivation to m

4、ake him anorna- ment to society and a blessing to his race--by the law of the land, bythe voice of the people, by the terms of the slave code, he was only a pieceof property, a beast of burden, a chattel personal, nevert

5、heless! Abeloved friend from New Bedford prevailed on Mr. DOUGLASS toaddress the convention: He came forward to the platform with a hesitancyand embar- rassment, necessarily the attendants of a sensitive mind in such

6、a novel position. After apologizing for his ignorance, and reminding theaudience that slav- ery was a poor school for the human intellect and heart,he proceeded to narrate some of the facts in his own history as a slave

7、, andin the course of his speech gave utterance to many noble thoughts andthrilling reflections. As soon as he had taken his seat, filled with hopeand admiration, I rose, and declared that PATRICK HENRY, ofrevolutionary

8、 fame, never made a speech more eloquent in the cause ofliberty, than the one we had just listened to from the lips of that huntedfugitive. So I believed at that time--such is my belief now. I remindedthe audience of t

9、he peril which surrounded this self- emancipated youngman at the North,--even in Mas- sachusetts, on the soil of the PilgrimFathers, among the descendants of revolutionary sires; and I ap- pealed tothem, whether they wou

10、ld ever allow him to be carried back into slavery,--law or no law, con- stitution or no constitution. The response was unani-mous and in thunder-tones--“NO!“ “Will you succor and protect him as abrother-man--a resident

11、 of the old Bay State?“ “YES!“ shouted thewhole mass, with an energy so startling, that the ruthless tyrants south ofMason and Dixon's line might almost have heard the mighty burst offeeling, and recognized it as th