The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-02-02
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When. during the Austrian war. the
German gener:tls desired 10 push on and
invade Hungary. Bismarck strenuously
opposed the pref 81; but his arguments
we're in vain. & ,;sgrined at his failure
10 convince them, he suddenly left the
room went iato the next. threw himself
npen The bed. and wept and groaned
aloud after Il while,o he SAYS, 'sthere
was silence in the other room, and then
the pan was abandoned" His tears
had conquered where his arguments had
failed
His mode Of lie is peculiar. Being
often sleepless. his usual hour of rising
is 10 III the morning. His breakfast is
simple, consisting generally of a cup of
tea. two eggs and piece of bread. At
dinner he eats and drinks like true
Pomeranian, eopiously and freely. His
princely appetite, indeed. is described
as being truly voraeious. His table
groans with superabundance of rich.
and intligestible food, and dizzy con-
coctions of champagne and porter
sherry and tea. THE German people"
said he on one occasion, alluding to the
many hampers of his known favorite
meats. fish and fruits sent him from all
quarters, .'are resolved TO have a fat
chancellor"
Sometimes, like lesser folk, Bismarck
has fits of the blues and of brooding;
which can scarcely be wondered at when
we consider his self indulgence at the
table On these occasions he distresses
those around him by the most forlorn
reflections. Once he declared that he
had made nobody happy by his public
acts-neither himself, nor his family,
nor his country. II have had" he went
on, gloomily, ''little or no pleasure out
of ali | have done-on the contrary,
much annoyance, care and trouble" In
brighter moods, he takes all this back,
and revels, with almost boyish exulta-
ton. in the splendor of his state strokes
and the new face he has put upon the
worlds events.
'.Where is my dogPn was Bismarck's
first exclamation when, on his last visit
to Vienna. he aiighted from the railway
train. Never did man cherish fonder
affection for the brute creation than this
king maker and world mover. He
watched by the side of his dying Sultan
as he might have done over a favorite
child, and begged to be left alone with
him in the final hour. When the faith
full old friend gasped his last breath,
Bismarck, with tears in his ewes, turned
TO his son and said: Our German
forefathers had a kind belief that, after
death, they would meet again, in the
celestial hunting grounds, all the good
dogs that had been their faithful COM
panions in life. | wish | could believe
THAR For children Bismarck has an
ardent fondness, and his bright little
grandchildren are the very joy of his
old age. On every occasion be seems to
take delight in humoring and pleasing
the young CAUTIOUSLY commingled in
his large nature are sentiment and
satire, kindness and humor.
There can be no doubt of Bismarck's
sturdy personal courage. One striking
incident in his career has proved that to
ali time. One day in 1866. as be was
from the palace through the
Inter den Linden. he was shot from be-
hind by an assas n. He turned short,
seized the miscrrant, and, though feel
ing himself wounded, held the man with
iron grasp until some soldiers came up.
He then walked rapidly home, sat down
with his family and ate a hearty dinner.
After the meal was over he walked up to
his wife and said: you see am quite
well, adding, ''vou must not be anx-
ious my child. Somebody has fired at
me; but it is nothing. as you see. 1t
was the first intimation she had of the
attempted tragedy rooklgm Eagle