When the flag was raised over Fort Sumter in the spring of 1865, a distiniguished company of men from the North went to Charleston to take part in the ceremonies. Among them was William Lloyd Garrison, editor of the Abolitionist Liberator. When they visited St. Philip's churchyard, where John C. Calhoun lies buried, and stood by his grave, the others drew back and waited to see what the great Abolitionist would have to say by the grave of the great defender of slavery. Garrison stood for a moment looking silently down upon the grave. Then he broke the silence with this sentence: "Down into a grave deeper than this has slavery gone; and for it there will be no resurrection."
A traveler in the South chatted with an aged negro, whom he met in the road.
"And I suppose you were once a slave?" he remarked.
"Yes, suh," the old colored man answered.
"And, so, after the war, you gained your freedom," the gentleman continued.
But the ancient one shook his head sadly.
"No, suh," he declared with great emphasis. "Not perzactly, suh. I didn't git mah freedom, suh, after de war—I done got married!"