My Genealogy Hound

MOECKER, HERMAN. It is always a pleasant duty, as we journey through life, to make pencilings by the way, and take note of those who in any relation, social or otherwise, have made their mark, and left enduring footprints in the walks of life; but it is more gratifying when we feel justified in chronicling the deeds of those who seem actuated alone by philanthropic aims, and an earnest desire, during their day and generation, to bestow some benefit upon their fellows and associates. Of such characteristics and disposition is the subject of this sketch. Though born on foreign soil, Prussia, Germany, in 1836, he found himself at a tender age in this land by accident more than intent, and began the battle of life, actuated by native honesty of purpose and integrity which found its friction in later years. Landed in New Orleans without money or influence; with nothing but a strong will, speaking no other language but his native tongue. Remaining in New Orleans until the years of the great epidemics of 1853 and 1855, and having the yellow fever twice, also finding that the North held out more inducements to one of his ambitious temperament, he ascended the Mississippi river to St. Louis, remaining there but a short time, until coming as far north as Quincy, where he sought and won Miss Lizzie Sunderman, who is now his devoted, loving and cherished wife. By strict attention to business, he has been able to build and own the Pacific Hotel and other city property. In connection with his hotel, in the last year he has opened a railroad ticket office, where tickets are sold to all points of the United States and Europe. May we hope that it will be left to time and not sorrow to whiten his locks with an honored old age, and when he shall come to “shuffle off this mortal coil,” that he may be
“Like one who draws the drapery of his couch about him! And lies down to pleasant dreams.”