“Augustus Washington, an artist of fine taste and perception, is numbered among the most successful Daguerreotypists in Hartford, Connecticut. His establishment is said to be visited daily by large numbers of the citizens of all classes.” --Martin Delany, 1852
“Here, before God, in the presence of these witnesses, from this time, I consecrate my life to the destruction of slavery!” --John Brown, 1837
“I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think, vainly flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done.” --John Brown, on the day of his hanging, 1859
In regard to the daguerreotypes [sic] you refer to, I have them both. The one with flag, (which appears to be only of white or light colored cloth of some kind without stars, stripes or emblems of any sort), was taken by a Colored daguereian artist at Hartford, named Washington. I doubt if you would consider it a good one. The other is no better perhaps, and is considerably defaced. It presents however the opposite side of the face which the Boston artist in Statuary wrote me he had failed to to [sic] find in any pictures of Father. I will send these pictures to you if you wish. (John Brown /Boyd B. Stutler Collection Database; part of the West Virginia Memory Project)
I was not long in company with the master of this house before I discovered that he was indeed the master of it, and was likely to become mine too if I stayed long enough with him…His wife believed in him, and his children observed him with reverence. Whenever he spoke his words commanded earnest attention. His arguments…seemed to convince all; his appeals touched all, and his will impressed all. Certainly I never felt myself in the presence of a stronger religious influence than while in this man’s house. In person he was lean, strong, sinewy…built for times of trouble and fitted to grapple with the flintiest hardships…a figure straight and symmetrical as a mountain pine…His hair was coarse, strong, slightly gray and closely trimmed, and grew low on his forehead…His eyes were bluish-grey, and in conversation they were full of light and fire. --The Life and Times of Frederick Douglass (New York, 1962; reprint o the 1892 edition), p. 272.