To him the Southerners were always the red-faced, swashbuckling slave-drivers he had fancied and pictured them in the days of his abolition oratory.
More and more he lived in a rut of his own fancies, wise in books and counsels, gentle in his relations with the few who enjoyed his confidence; to the last a most captivating personality.
Though fastidious, Schurz was not intolerant.

Yet he was hard to convince--tenacious of his opinions--courteous but insistent in debate.
He was a German; a German Herr Doktor of Music, of Letters and of Common Law.

During an intimacy of more than thirty years we scarcely ever wholly agreed about any public matter; differing about even the civil service and the tariff.

But I admired him hugely and loved him heartily.
I had once a rather amusing encounter with him.

There was a dinner at Delmonico's, from whose program of post-prandial oratory I had purposely caused my own name to be omitted.