[John S.] Rock to Frederick Douglass, November 17, 1856
BOSTON, NOV. 17, 1856.
MY DEAR SIR:—We have quiet at last.—
The great political contest is over, and we have
lost our President. Everybody here takes the
matter coolly; and up to the moment we write,
there have been no rejoicings. In this section
of the country, we have every thing our own
way. We have elected every candidate to
Congress, and our State Legislature is Repub
lican. Even old Hunker Boston has elected an
entire Republican ticket! The interest in this
vicinity seemed to centre on Mr. Burlingame; to
defeat him, Irishmen were naturalized by scores,
and some of them appeared to be fresh from
the emigrant ships. Some, we have heard,
, assum
ing the name of some absentee, and gallantly
voting to bind us still together with the chains
of slavery. Thank heaven, the black man votes
here! Had it not been for this, slavery would
have triumphed, and we should have lost our
tried friend Burlingame. Every black man in his
district, who was entitled to vote, voted for him.
Men who were hundreds of miles away from
home, were here to vote that day. We learn
that some who had recently gone to California,
but who are entitled to vote, came home to
vote. Some who could not go the Republican
platform and ticker, because the party disclaims
to be an anti-slavery party, scratched Fremont,
but voted for Burlingame. Some black men,
we hear, claim the honor of doing more than
others, and I do not wonder at it, for it was an
honor which every man appeared anxious to
claim. Every man was a vigilance, and a rally
ing committee in himself, and worked faithfully.
The pimps of North Street, the cotton mer
chants of Milk Street, and the aristocrats of
Mount Vernon and Beacon Streets all arrayed
themselves cheek by jowl to defeat him. The
old Whig forgot his tariff, and the Democrat
his free trade; their eternal hatred was banished,
and all appeared determined to glory in their
shame. We are proud to say that this motly
group "sunk" on the 4th of November, "to
rise no more." Every lover of freedom feels
proud of that day's work.
ROCK.