The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1879-02-07
A German Tribute to Bayard Taylor.

AT the funeral OF Bayard Taylor IN Ber-
lin, Berthold Auerbach was called upon by
DIR. Thompson to pay short tribute to the
departed. The poet stepped forth from the
circle of sorrowing relatives, says the corre-
spondent of the London Zsmes-a thick-set,
sturdy, simple-looking man, Of great earn
estness of speech and modest demeanor, ro-
bust in mind, apparently, as well as in
body, the very reverse Of sickly introspec-
tive singer. Thus, then, in voice CULVER
ing with emotion, he began, addressing the
mourners in his native tongue.
"Here, under flowers which have grown
on German soil, rests the perishable incas-
ing wherein for 53 years was enshrined the
richly endowed spirit which bore the name
of Bsyard Taylor. Coming races will name
thee who never looked into thy kindly
countenance, never grasped thy honest
hand, never heard word from thy mouth.
And yet, mo the breath of the lips fadeth
away, but thy words, thy words of song.
will endure. In exhortation to thy surviv-
ing dear ones, from the impulse of my heart
as thine Oldest friend in the Old World, as
thou vert wont to call me, and as represent
ing German literature, I bid thee now
parting farewell. What thou hast become
and art to remain in the empire of mind
history will determine. To-day our hearts
do quake vith grief and sorrow, and yet
they are exalted. Thou vert born in the
fatherland of Benjamin Franklin, and, like
him, to thine honor, raised thyself from
manual labor to apostle of the spirit of pu-
rity and freedom, and to be representative
of thy people among an alien nation. No,
not in land of strangers, for thou vert at
home among us, thou hast died in the land
Of Goethe, to whose high spirit thou didst
always with devotion turn thou hast raised
him up monument among thine own peo-
Pile and wouldst erect him another in pres
ence of all men but that design has disap-
peared with thee. But thou thyself hast
been and art one Of them whose coming he
announced-a disciple of the universal lit
erature, i'll the free and boundless air of
which the everlasting element in man,
scorning the limits of nationality, mounts
on bold adventurous flights and ever on new
poetic fancies sunward scars. In thy very
latest work thou didst show how thou
livedst in that religion which embraces in
it all creeds and in the name of no one sep
arates one from another. Nature gifted
thee with grace and strength, with soul
clear and full Of chaste enjoyment, with
melody and the tunetul voice to search and
proclaim the workings of nature in the
eternal and unexhausted religion of being,
as well as to sing the earthly and ever-new
joys Of married and ilial love, of friend
ship, truth, and patriotism, and the ever
higher ascending revelations of the history
of man. Born in the New World, travelled |
in the old, and, oh, SO soon torn from the !
tree of life, thou hast tuught thy country |
the history of tho German people, sosthat |
they know each other as brothers, and of |
this let us remain mindful. In tunefnl |
words didst thoa fer thy people atter the
jubilee acclaim OF their anniversary. When I
it returns and the husks of our souls do lie
ike this one here, then will the lips of mil
ions yet unborn pronounce the name of /
Bayard Taylor. May thy memory be
blessed p