Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1866-11-02
aGNi8f9lIanGQn8.
The Residence of Robert Browning the
POet-Yisit to GOtfried KinkeI and
Other Celebrities.

The foreign correspondent Of the Cincin-
natl Commercial writes from London the
following interesting literary gossip.
A PoETICAL NmGHBoRuooD.
In the northern corner of London, near
he beautiful open fields of Kensal Green
and Kilburn, there is formed by the juno
ton OF two Canalsa very pretty lakelet on
one side OF which is a noble row of houses
forming Warwick Crescent, while the 9th
er side IS built in villas and called Bloomfield
Road. One ofthe finest houses in Warwick
Crescent was the London residence of the
gifted BROWNING, and Is still occupied by
her husband the poet ROBERT BROWNING.
Friends in passing, point to an upper win
dow of the elegant mansion and say, "that
was the room in which Mrs Browning stud
led and wrote. Almost any fine day, the
past three years. you would have seen
crowd Of people collected on the bridge and
watching the magnificent rowing Of young
fellow on the little lake. That young fellow
is the son, of Florentine BIRTH so often and
so exquisitely referred to in the poems Of
Mrs. BROWNING. Whether or not he will
ever develop any Of the literary genius of
his parents, he is unquestionaby a splendid
boatman lie is now about seventeen
goes to Oxford this year and viii be good
muscular christian, even it he does not
excel as poet and scholar Just across the
lakelet, in one of the villas Of Bloomfield
Road lives another man Of mark and fame
in the world poet, an orator, a patriot
and an exile. 1t is GOTFRIED KINIIEL, the
story of whose release from the Prussian
prison by the daring ingenuity of Carl
Shurz was recently told in a Paris paper,
Il Treatment, " thence translated for the
New York Times by its Paris correspondent
and thence copied into the C0n3HlercjdL As
/ have lived for three years a neighbor Of
DIR. KINLEI. and have had the honor of his
acquaintance, | presented to him the num-
Der of the COnDlercjdl which contained the
account of his escape. | had my doubts
about its truth-for other versions Of the
story are in circulation here. OF course /
did not obtain from him any verdict uponthis
subject The exact truth Will never be re
yealed during the lifetime Of the present
generation-for it would cost the lives Of
many " no aided the gallant Shurz, and who
are still living within the grasp Of German
despotsm.
I remember as a boy, seeing DR.. KINKEL
on his visit to the United States What
magnificent specimen of manly beauty, and
even of majesty, he was, When, after the
lapse Of so many years, | met him again in
London, | found the same noble dignity aud
lofty grace yet there were traces Of time,
of toll, of anxiety, disappointment and
grief His hair which once was as black as
the ravens plume is now white he is get
ting bald and that athletic Frame which
Prussian cruelty could not bow, is beginning
to yield to the weight Of years and sorrow.
He has had deep domestic sorrows, Of
al, fi1a
of his heart must be the blighting of the
patriot hope for Germany. He has toiled
most industri0usly, first in Edinburg then
In London. He has achieved the highest
position as lecturer on art and literature,
and now the crown Of honor and Of success
in his recent appointment to prOtessoTShlp
in the renowned University of Zurich, lie
has accepted the position, aud will enter
upon its duties in September. In that
Office Of dignity he viii probably spend his
last days Let US hope that in the calmnes5
Of the University his muse Will be reused
to its old strains, and that he will give to
the world works worthy OF his fame and the
promise Of his dawning manhood.
Before tkkng my reaa r97 thl7 beau
tiful spot by the little London Lake, let me
mention the names Of some other ceie0u-
ties who live near. just round q corner
and down street, you come into West.
bourne Terrace. where lives the Hon. and
Rev. BAPTIST NOEL. and where the great
RICHARD CoBDEN used to dwell. Seen
from the back windows Of DR.. kINIlEL 5
house, is the residence of fCAMPANELLA, the
Italian exile, to call upon whom GARIBAL-
DA, two years ago startled our quiet neigh
borhood by his more than regal presence.
A little way from CAMpANELLA's s house Is
& street called St John 5 Wood Road, where
lives the artist Sir EDWIN LANDsEER. In
the little churchyard of st. Marys which
is near our lakelet on another side, are the
graves Of Mrs, SIDD0Ns and Of poor TON
HAYDEN, the artist.