▲KD WINE MAfCIKG. 



Don't fear pains. " " What my duty to," 

 The lawyer said, " I never miss." 



& A generous man old Noah vraa. 

 And freely filled the lawyer's glaM. 

 They drew a sample everywhere. 

 They tasted here, they tasted there ; 

 And when they had the stock gone through, 

 Took an inventory anew. 



6. Back came to Noah youth and life, 

 He thought no more of child and wife. 

 "Dear friend," said he, '* now put thatSdowB, 

 And head it with a golden crown. 

 Of all the wine that here you see, 

 The human race the heir shall he. 



(T. ** No death hells I Let the gohlets ring. 



And jolly boys my requiem sing. 



Each cask filled with the golden wine 



Shall be a monument of mine. 



Write this, and make, dear notary, 



Eternal thus my memory." 

 iQ«rman text by Qmner, translated bp /. A, SofumUtt,} 



There is a deep significance to me in the following, as 

 I look back through the past, and think of the genial 

 spirit now laid at rest, old "Father Muench,'* as he waa 

 familiarly called by his friends, to the closer circle of 

 whom it was my privilege to belong. One of the pio- 

 neers of German descent in Missouri, who served bis 

 adopted country in its legislative halls through all the 

 stormy period of the late war, and yet more by his nu- 

 merous writings in various fields of literature, ho was 

 one of the first who followed the then new industry of 

 grape culture ; and his earliest beginnings date back to 

 1846. His "American Vintner's School," a text-book 

 for the beginner, attained a deserved popularity, and 

 was translated from the German into English. Many 

 pleasant hours have wo spent together at his homoBtead 

 and at mine. At my farewell visit in 1881, he exprened 

 the wish to "die ia harness," without any previoua ill- 



