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

 The lawyer said, " I never miss." 



5. A generous man old Noah was, 

 And freely filled the lawyer's glass. 

 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 thatdown, 

 And head it with a golden crown. 

 Of all the wine that here you see, 

 The human race the heir shall be. 



7. " No death hells ! Let the goblets 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." 

 (German text by Gruner, translated by J. A. Schmidt.) 



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 was 

 familiarly called by his friends, to the closer circle of 

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

 neers of German descent in Missouri, who served his 

 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, he 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 we spent together at his homestead 

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

 the wish to "die in harness," without any previous ill- 



