The Portland daily press., 1863-01-03
MISCELLANY.

The FaNERAL OF THE GERMAN PoET
UHLAND.-The funeral obseques in honor o
the dead poet were of the most imposing and
magnificent character, as befitted the last tri-
butte OF the nation To the memory of its most
beloved singer and honored patriot. The
coffin, as is the custom at European funerals
was placed outside the door of the house, and
was completely covered with flowers. Twelve
laurel crowns adorned its top. AT the right
and left OF the head were the two crowns
brought by the German andSchwaben Singers
Union, decorated with the German colors be-
tween them, that brought by the Academic
Scholars OF the gymnasium; at the foot the
crown of laurel inwoven with roses, as the last
token Of love and devotion, by the Liederkrdaz
of hTchenhetm. Upon this crown lay the
single palm leaf-emblem of peace-the offer
ing OF the Singers Society OF Stuttgart. As
the coffin was lifted upon the hearse, the mem
bers of the Stuttgart Liederkranz and of the
Academy's Liedertafel joined in the beautiful
choral. "Shall not Love also weep?'
The hearse was drawn by four white horses,
draped in mourning, led by eight students, four
on each side.
The city was overfowing with strangers
from every direction, TAR and near, who had
come by the extra trains to tai e part in the
funeral ceremonies; Singers, Turner's, Fire
men, and Freeshooters came 1ocking to Tu-
bingen that day, not only in hundreds, but by
thousands-every society with its garlands and
crowns of laurel.
The imposing appearance ofthe fower-deck-
ed flag of the % Schrdbischen Sdager6unde,"
which five years ago, first waved in festa splen-
dor before the house of the poet, attracted uni
versal attention, and, owing to its hallowed
associations, was waved over the open grave.
On reaching the marrow house," the dead
mic Liedertafel sang the first verse of the
song.
..silently the singer sleeps.
Whose ear has listened a the gates of other spheres
Bishop Georgii Of Tubingen then followed
with the funeral discourse.
While the coffin was being lowered to its
last resting-pace, the Academic Leidertafei
sang the grand choral, Christ is my Life !"
and the bearers of banners waved them slow
ly, one after another above the open grave
Then came the countless thousands with
noseless tread and overhowing hearts. TO cast
last lingering looks upon the crowned coffin
that hid for evermore from mortal sight all
that was 'of the earth, earthly" of the dear
dead songster.
The oldest and dearest OF the poets poet
friends, his intimate companion for years, Karl
Mayer, spoke with faltering voice the last
tender farewell; the coffin was then covered
nearly foot in depth with garland and laurel
crowns, brought by private individuals and
societies. Prof. j. G. Fischer, standing be-
side the open grave, in clear and thrilling
tones, recited an ode, which ends as follows:
"And when thou comest, thou Spirit of the Future
Aud seekest among the names of German sons
The first who broke their country's path to glory,
Thou wilt cry-LuDwIG UHLAND!"
"Ludtcig Uhtdnd," respondeda a resounding
echo from the opposite hills-as if the spirit
OF the German people has thus confirmed the
answer.
The grave was then filled, by the throwing
of handfuls of earth upon the coffin by the
thousands who passed bv with dropping ban
ners and strains of mufiled music The grave
hill was completely buried with crowns.
As the shadows of evening darkened. the
students came with funeral tread, and march,
ed solemniy in torch-ight procession around
the crowned grave.
They afterwards repaired, together with the
University faculty, members of the clergy, and
Others, to one Of the city halls, where the last
funeral services were closed and the last Choir
ais chanted.-l Independent.