I 013 789 593 6 # pH8J E 675 Stand by the Republican Colors! 14745 ■ — Copy 3 SPEECH HON. HENEY WILSON, OF ]MA.SSA.CHtJSIi:TTS, AT GREAT FALLS, NEW HAMPSHIRE, FEBRUARY 24, 1H672. Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen : During the year on which we have entered the people of the United States will be sum- moned to elect a Chief Magistrate. There are seven million persons in the country entitled to the right of suffrage. They are now ranged into two great political parties. One calls itself the Democratic party ; the other takes the name of the Republican party. Each of those political organizations has a history, a platform of priYiciples, and a pro- gramme of policy. To one or the other of these parties the -people of the United States will commit, for four years, the precious inter- eats of the Republic. It devolves upon the citizens of New Hampshire to give the first vote of the campa'ign upon which we are enter- iQg-^ Whatever mav be' the result, it will be deemed and taken i^tlTugirout the countryas an indication of publfc sentiment, and the victory, to whichever party it may come, will give to that party in the nation more num- bers than it has voters in the State of New Hampshire. I come here to-night in behalf of the Repub- lican party of the United States, three and a half million strong, to speak to the Re- publicans of New Hampshire; to ask them to call the battle-roll anew, and to redeem their State, and place her where she has so long been, and where she ought to be aga^n, at the head of the Republican column. I am not here to belittle the Democratic party. I know ithas power, I know ithaselemejits of strength, I know it will fight a great battle this year for the control of the Government. I pity the weakness or despise the fully that underrates the power of the Democratic party. It has va§t elements of strength ; it has wealth, preju- dice, passion, and pride of race. I know it has able men in its ranks, and I have no sym- pathy with that disposition which prompts us always to belittle whatever we oppose. I do not come here to apologize for the Re- publican party. I would as soon apologize for the spots on the sun that has bathed the world today in light and beauty. The Repub- lican party needs no apology and no defense. There is no body of men in America to-day who from their past history or present po^iilion have a right to arraign it before the nation, before the nations, or before God. There was a struggle, beginning in 1832, and continuing until the spring of 1861 — the period of one generation — between these antagonistic forces; but it was a struggle of thought, of voice, of the press, a struggle of votes. Liberty at last triurciphed. Then the slave-masters raised the banners of rebellion, hurled their section into a wicked and brutal, barbarous and bloody civil war. These are historic facts. They will go into the his- tory of our country; and when we who are here to-night, when the men of this generation shall all have passed away, i;^ other days, with clearer lights than those of the present, the human family will recognize these facts, and historians will record them for the study and ad* miration or condemnation of after generations. We have had a serious contest, a bloody struggle, in which some of the bravest and noblest have gone down and sleep in soldiers' graves. In this struggle; where stood these two great parties that divide the nation to-d4y? Where stood the Democratic party ? Where stood the Republican party? Here to- night I assert it, and there is not a man on God's earth can contradict it, for the record is against him, that from the year 1832, when William Lloyd Garrison and eleven other faithful and fearless men signed their names to the declar- ation that black men had a right to liberty, and that they would do what they could, sanc- tioned by law, humanity, and religion, to eman- cipate the bondman, and to lift up the poor and lowly in the land, from that day to this hour, every moment of the time, and on every distinct issue, the Democratic party has been on the side of privilege, the side of caste, the side of a brutal, ignorant, degraded bar- barism. Measured by the standards of the philosophers and statesmen of the ages, meas- ured by the law of the living God, there has not been" a moment when it was not clearly, plainly, distinctly, unqualifiedly wrong. Ithas been wrong, and it is wrong now, and I fear it will continue to be wrong. The Republican party, made up as it has been of men who came out of other orgau; izations because they were convinced that th» party of freedom and humanity was the party of the country, has at all times, in every strug- gle, in peace and in war, been on the side of the country, the side of liberty, the side of justice, the side of humanity, the side of a progressive Christian civilization. There has not been a moment during these forty years, whether Garrison Anti-Slavery men, Liberty- Party men, Free-Soilers, or Republicans, start- ing from only a dozen men and growing up to the three and a, half millions who will vote in November next — I say that there has not been a moment in all those years when the champions of human rights have not occupied a position that the Christian men and women who belong to it or sympathize with it could not take it into their closets, and, on their bended knees, invoke the blessing of God upon it. I do not know that there are not some men so forgetful of the position of the Democratic party that they might ask the blessing upon it of that Being who bids us remember those in bonds. But I cannot imagine how a man who lias spoken for, apologized for, voted for, or fought for slavery, privilege, and caste, the side the Democratic party has taken — I do not see how such a man would dare ask the bless- ing of God upon the violation of the doctrines of the New Testament, that teach us to love our neighbor. I have briefly referred to this history to show where the Democratic party has stood and now stands, and where the Republican party has stood and now stands. The Democratic party, unmindful of its record of forty years, is asking the toiling men of New Hampshire to give it their confidence and their support. I should quite as soon think that the Dem- ocratic party would go to South Carolina, and ask the men whom we Republicans have made free — the men from whose limbs we have smit- ten the fetters, the men into whose souls we have breathed the spirit of manhood, the men whom we lifted up and put upon their feet, made them citizens of the United States, secured to them civil and political rights, and made them our equals and our peers — I should quite as soon have supposed the Democratic party would go to South Carolina and ask the votes of those men, whom we converted from things into human beings, with human rights, as that it would ask the votes of the toiling men who stand on the hills of New Hamp- shire. They will tell us that these men were black men. I have only to say this, that the man who would make a black man a slave -would make a white man a slave, if he had the ipower to do it. I see before me men whom I recognize as 'toiling men ; men who have to support the wives of their bosoms and the children of their love by manual labor. I call the earnest attention of these men to this terrible struggle through which we have passed, and to what has been achieved for the poor toiling men of this country during the last twelve years. I feel that I have the right to speak for toiling men and to toiling men. I was born here in your county of Strafford. I was born in pov- erty ; want sat by my cradle. I know what it is to ask a mother for bread when she has none to give. I left my home at ten years of age and served an apprenticeship of eleven years, receiving a month's schooling each year, and at the end of eleven years of hard work, a yoke of oxen and six sheep, which brought me eighty-four dollars. Eighty-four dollars for eleven years of hard toil! I never spent the amount of one dollar in money, counting every penny, from the time I was born until I was twenty-one years of age. I know what it is to travel weary miles and ask my fello*-men to give me leave to toil. 1 remember that in October, 1833, I walked into your village from my native town, went throdgh your mills, seeking employment. If anybody had offered me nine dollars a month I should have accepted it gladly. I went to Salmon Falls, I went to Dover, I went to New- market, and tried to get work, without success, and I returned home footsore and weary, but not discouraged. I put my pack on my back and walked to where I now live, in Massachu- setts, and learned a mechanic's trade. I know the hard lot that toiling men have to endure in this world, and every pulsation ot my heart, every conviction of my judgment, every aspi- ration of my soul, puts me on the side of the toiling men of my country — ay, of all coun- ' tries. I became an anti-slavery man thirty-six 'years ago, because the poor bondman was the lowest, most degraded, and helpless type of manhood. An anti-slavery man from convio- ^ tion is by logical necessity not only the inflex- ^^r