The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1876-03-17
SOME GOOD READING FOR BOYS.
Death fthe Father Of Carl Schurz-H0w the Great
German Orator was Educated.

Christian Schurz, the father of Sena-
tor Carl Schurz, now of New York, and
Ms. Edmund Jussen, of this city, died
at Monee, VIII county, ILL.,, on the 18th
instant He was born in 1876, in the
small village of Duisdorf, in the Rhenish
Provinces of Germany. He was a school
teacher in the village of Liblar, near
Cologne, where his son Carl was born.
and formed no exception to the general
rule which consigns the German teacher
to lifelong poverty. But in spite of his
poverty he resolved to give his son the
best education then to be obtained in
that part of Germany. In fact he seemed
to have had no other object in life than
to educate his bright and promising boy.
| The best years of his life and most of his
scanty means were reGgiously devoted
to this all-absorbing purpose. The un-
tiring energy and ambition of the life of
the elder Schurz in this direction We're
truly remarkable. He compelled his son
Carl to walk almost daily distance of
nearly ten miles, when he was still of
very tender years, to take lesson on the
piano; and when the boy had reached
the age of ten years, he performed with
great success at several concerts, to the
infinite satisfaction of his father. At
very early age Christian Schurz placed
his boy at the Gymnasium of Cologne,
one of the best educational institutes in
the Rhenish Provinces, and, though he
was poor, he managed to raise funds to
keep Carl at this school until he passed
an examination for admittance to the
University at Bonn. But he made Carl
appreciate thoroughly that he was ma
king extraordinary efforts in his behalf,
and exercised a strictness and a superin-
tendence over his child of which the
average American boy can form no idea.
Carl came home only once to enjoy his
fall vacation, when, instead of the best
testimonial (No. 1, AZ he could produce
only No. 1, and the boy hovered around
the father-house and perambulated the
adjoining forest for almost day before
he could summon courage enough to
cross the threshold. Next door to the
village home of Carl Shurz there was
one of those wide and simple public halls
which on feast days served as ball
room for the young people of the village |
Here was the first theatre of Carl Schurz's |
eloquence. The old gentleman used to |
conduct his son Carl to this hall and |
place him Oh the platform erected for |
the village musicians and command him |
to recite either some composition of his |
own or to declaim the classic poems of |
Goethe and Schiller. And while the |
shrill, bovish voice of the young student |
was resounding through the room, the |
old man, solitary and alone, would pace |
up and down before the improvised ros-
trum, and sharply criticize the youth
full orator. He made Carl understand
that he wanted him perfect in every
thing; the usual plays and trolics of
boys were fit only for the children of rich
parents; and that if he desired to make
his way in the world he must study and
labor necessarily. And thus he imbued |
Carl with an ambition and a love for |
study which have served him well |
throughout an eventful life. The revo-
luton of 1910 brought dark hours of |
sorrow and grief to Christian Schurz.-
A true republican at heart himself, he
was proud of the eminent position which
his son held among the rebels. But the
day came when Carl was taken prisoner
at Rastall and was sentenced to be shot.
He wrote to his father last farewell,
and the griefstricken old man at once
started to Rastail to recover. if possible
the body of his son. In tears, and stag
gering under his terrible grief, he called |
on the commander of the Prussian gar
rison and demanded the remains of the
young martyr to liberty. His joy may
be imagined when he was told that Carl
had escaped from the fort the night be-
fore the morning fixed for his execution.
He returned home with light and joy
GUS heart, and did not sight his son again
until he met him on the soil of the Uni
ted States Republic in 1852. Since then
the old man has led a truly happy life.
He has lived for his birds and his flowers
and fairly reveled in the ever-increasing
renown of his boy, until Saturday last
he was carried to his grave, the casket
containing his remains being decked
with profusion of lilies and roses, and
blessed with the love of his children and
friends, who will ever cherish and honor
his memory.-C Chicago Inter Ocean.
A BIT OF BLARNEY-''A bright morn
in to yer fair face, Misthress Murphy
said an Irishman, as he entered a shop.
''Well good morning, John"
"Ocb, Misthress Murphy, whiniver /
see a rale shiny Irish mornin' like this, it
puts me in mind of the dear ould coun-
thry, and of the time whin lived wild
yer fadtfier (bless his sowD. A dacenter
man niver dhrew breath, and sorra a
poor crayther iver passed his doors wild
out bite or sup"
''Troth he was, john"
''Misthress Murphy quilting flask out
of mis- pocket would you thrust me Tor
haIf-pint till 1 jist go down to the
wharf. And may the divil fly away wild
the roof of my jacket but I'll pay ye be-
fore the sun goes to bed"
Burn the dhrap, John, till ye pay
me for the half-pint ye got Yesterday"
Misthress Murphy, (emphatically) /
knowed yer modher, and she was an old