The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1909-09-17
PATRIOTISM THEIR
FAvORITE THEME
Won MOSChziSkGrS Wrote Poems
to Flag and Country.
BREATRED SPIRIT OF LIBERTY
Parents of Nominee For Supreme
Court Justice Figured Prominently
In Promoting the Cause of the Union
in the Dark Days of the Rebellion.


Admirers of Judge Robert Won
Moschzisker Republican candidate for
associate justice of the supreme court,
are directing their attention to the pa
triotic writings of his parents, which
breathed loyalty to the Union during
the Civil War.
Judge Won Moschziskers father,
Franz A. Won Moschzisker, was a ma
tive of Poland and his mother was an
American, Miss Clara Harrison, of
Philadelphia. The elder Won Mosch-
zisker was of distinguished lineage. on
the paternal side of the old Polish no.
bility and through his mother of the
ancient Saxon, being a direct descend.
ant OF the Elector of SaXony, who sus.
tanned Luther in his historic contest.
He was q patriot and a scholar Dur
ing the uprising of 1S4S he Joined the
forces under Kossuth, and in many
battles fought for the cause of liberty.
He was captured by the Austrians, but
after many exciting adventures es-
capped to England, where he became
professor OF German literature in
Kings college. London. Later he stud
led medicine, and after graduation in
Germany came to the United States
and settled in Philadelphia, where he
practiced his profession.
Both Or. Won Moschzisker and his
wife were enthusiastic supporters Of
the cause Cf the Union in the Civil
War. Dr. Won MOschzisker went to
Washington and submitted to con
gTess memorial urging the establish
mcnt of ophtha!mic hospitals and oy
other acts fully established his tho
ough sympathy with the Union. After
coming to the United States he never
returned to Europe, but transferred his
natural patriotism and devotion OF
country to the land Of his adoption. He
contributed to tic newspapers and
periodicals many patriotic articles and
poems. The intensity Of his syllpa
thies with the Unionists may be judg-
ed by a poem entitled The Seen and
Unseen Armies" written by him upon
the occasion of the great military re-
view al Washington.
The Seen and Unseen Armies.
1t reads:
With quickened breath and proud hur-
rah
We greet our armies back today;
Their bayonets, glistening in the sun,
Not brighter than their victories won;
Their blCod-stained flags, when now
unfurled,
Commanding homage from a world,
Each man his country's boast and joy,
| From gene % drummer boy!
And they, e. heroes of the hour,
What thou must in their breasts
hav> yer!
The men !, ose arms have dashed
away
The clGud that DER their country lay,
| When here, in first and last review,
! They bid that country saved adieu,
No mOnarch's praise these warriors
Their country's grateful love they
have.
Beneath those suits of war-worn blue
What Joy must thrill each tense nerve
through,
Their leaders, viewing them with
pride,
Hail them as comrades, true and tried,
While they, ,exulting, greet the form
That led them here through fiery
storm.
On winged thought our souls aspire,
Where purified by blood and fire
With downward glancing. spirit eyes,
They see that day, so blest arise
Around it's Chief, in bright array,
The army that has passed away!
Its Chief--not he who led the way
Through night to victory's perfect day,
But He, above whose martyr grave
The white-hued flowers of Peace shall
wave,
Implanted by the loving hand
| cfoin cfrio
land!
Upon the assassination of Abraham
Lincoln and while the body of the mar
tyred president lay in state in Phila-
delphia, DR.. Won Moschzisker wrote
these lines:
The State House Bell.
Toll forth, old bell,
With mourntul knell,
His requiem swell
Who lieth here
Cold on his bier!
Ten in each stroke
or fetters broke
BY action grand
or this pale hand!
The Nation greet,
Tell blood so sweet,
At country's feet,
was never pOuTeu
BY deed abAorred!
Yet on this head,
BY fiends low laid
On this dead face
Our sad eyes trace
Der martyrs crown
BY thorns pressed down
The Victory won,
With these closed eyes
Foul slavery dies!
Then toll on, oil bell,
With rlournful knell;
His requiem swell
Who lieth here
Cold on his bier!
Tell in each stroke
OF fetters broke
BY action grand
OF this pale hand!
Judge Won Moschziskers mother was
born in Philadelphia, where her fam
ny for four generations resided. Many
Of her ancestors were seafaring peo