In this continuation of Frederick Douglass’s account of his 1842 visit to Pittsfield, N.H. (part one here), he tells of his encounter with Moses Norris Jr. and mentions an earlier episode involving Norris and George Storrs. A brief primer about these men and about certain events involving them might be helpful.
Norris was 42 years old when the 24-year-old Douglass came to Pittsfield. He was a local lawyer and Democratic state representative at the time.
|Moses Norris Jr.|
Norris’s clash with George Storrs, an itinerant Methodist minister, had occurred six years earlier on March 31, 1836. The U.S. House was weeks away from adopting a gag rule to block further debate and discussion of abolition in Congress. After preaching against slavery in a Pittsfield pulpit, Storrs was arrested as another pastor was giving the closing prayer of the service. The warrant accused him of being “a transient person” and “a common railer and brawler against the dignity of the State.”
Norris prosecuted the case the same day. The judge convicted Storrs and sentenced him to serve three months at hard labor in Pittsfield’s House of Correction and to pay the $15.80 cost of the prosecution. An appeals court dismissed the case.
Norris was elected to Congress in 1842, the year he met Douglass, and later to the U.S. Senate. As a congressman, he opposed efforts to check the extension of slavery to new states. He accused abolitionists of having “liberty and philanthropy on the folds of their flag [while] arming themselves to overthrow the Constitution and break up the Confederacy.” He died in 1855 and is buried in Floral Park Cemetery in Pittsfield.
We pick up Douglass’s story in the Old Meeting House Cemetery, next to the building where he has just spoken. It is drizzling and he is alone, hungry and tired. He reflects that at least in a cemetery there is “an end to all distinctions between rich and poor, white and colored, high and low.” This account comes from The Life and Times of Frederick Douglass:
|The abolitionist George Storrs, a|
native of Lebanon, N.H., became
a supporter of the Millennialist
preacher William Miller.
“While thus meditating on the vanities of the world and my own loneliness and destitution, and recalling the sublime pathos of the saying of Jesus, ‘The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head,’ I was approached rather hesitatingly by a gentleman, who inquired my name. ‘My name is Douglass,’ I replied. ‘You do not seem to have any place to stay while in town.’ I told him I had not. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I am no abolitionist, but if you will go with me I will take care of you.’ I thanked him, and turned with hi toward his fine residence. On the way I asked him his name. ‘Moses Norris,’ he said. ‘What! Moses Norris?’ I asked. ‘Yes,’ he answered. I did not, for a moment, know what to do, for I had read that this same man had literally dragged the Reverend George Storrs from the pulpit for preaching abolitionism. I, however walked along with him, and was invited into his house, when I heard the children running and screaming, ‘Mother, mother, there’s a nigger in the house! There’s a nigger in the house!’ and it was with some difficulty that Mr. Norris succeeded in quieting the tumult. I saw that Mrs. Norris, too, was much disturbed by my presence, and I thought for a moment of beating a retreat; but the kind assurances of Mr. Norris decided me to stay.
|A plaque in Pittsfeld marks the place where Moses|
Norris and Frederick Douglass met.
“I spoke again in the evening, and at the close of the meeting there was quite a contest between Mrs. Norris and Mrs. Hilles as to which one I should see home. I considered Mrs. Hilles’ kindness to me, though her manner had been formal. I knew the cause, and I thought, especially as my carpet-bag was there, I would go with her. So giving Mr. and Mrs. Norris many thanks, I bade them good-bye., and went home with Mr. and Mrs. Hilles, where I found the atmosphere wondrously and most agreeably changed. Next day, Mr. Hilles took me, in the same carriage in which I did not ride on Sunday, to my next appointment, and on the way told me he felt more honored by having me in it than he would if he had the President of the United States. This compliment would have been a little more flattering to my self-esteem had not John Tyler then occupied the Presidential chair.”