Ah, here, the soul can look abroad
      Beyond each cold and narrow stream,
   Enrich'd with gold from mines and ford,
      Brought sparkling to the solar beam;
   Yet be no miser with its hoard,–––
      No dreamer of the common dream.

Thus sang Dr. Kinkel, in our imperfect
translation thus inadequately echoed; and
here he wrought hard in his vocation, amidst
the smiles of some of the loveliest of Nature's
scenes.

But besides the possession of all these books,
and of this wonderful window, Dr. Kinkel
was yet more fortunate in his domestic
relations. He was married to an amiable, highly
educated, and accomplished lady, who
endeavoured, by all the means in her power, to assist
his labours, and render them less onerous by
her own exertions. She was a very fine
musician, and a superior pianoforte player–––
one of the favourite pupils of Moscheles, and
afterwards, we believe, of Mendelssohn. She
divided her time equally between assisting
her husband, educating their child, and giving
private lessons in music; and because this
accomplished hard-working couple did not
find their energies quite worn out by toiling
for thirteen hours a day, they gave a private
concert at the Castle once a month, at which
a whole opera of Mozart or Weber was often
gone through–––both the instrumental and
vocal parts being by amateurs, or pupils of
Madam Kinkel.

So, once again, we say, notwithstanding all
these labours, Dr. Kinkel's life in the Castle
of Popplesdorf, was that of a fortunate and
happy man. At this period he was about two
and thirty years of age. He could not have
been more; probably he was less.

      PICTURE THE THIRD.

It is the year 1848, and the Continental
Revolutions are shaking all the foreign
thrones. Everybody, not directly or
indirectly in the pay of a Court, feels that the
lot of the people should be ameliorated. The
populations of all nations have borne enormous
burdens, with extraordinary patience, for a
very long time–––say a thousand years–––and
at last they have no more patience left. But
what is all this to abstract thought, to learning
and science, to poetic raptures and picturesque
ease? It has hitherto been regarded as too
grossly material, or of too coarse. and common
a practicality for the great majority of those
whose lives were passed in abstract studies
and refinements. Ay–––but this must not
continue. The world has come to a pass at
which every soul must awake, and should be
"up and doing."

Dr. Gottfried Kinkel, now, besides his other
honours and emoluments, and private
earnings, is installed as a salaried Professor in the
University of Bonn. It cannot be but such a
man must awake, and take an interest in these
Continental revolutions which are boiling up
all round him. Still, it is not likely he will
step into the vortex, or approach it. His
worldly position is strong against it–––all his
interests are against it; moreover, he has a
wife, and besides he has now three children.

Howbeit, Dr. Kinkel does rise with these
events, and his wife, so far from restraining
him, feels the same enthusiastic patriotism,
and exhorts him to step forward, and swell
the torrent of the time. He feels strongly
that Prussia should have a constitution; that
her intellect and sober character deserves a
constitutional monarchy, like ours in England,
with such improvements as ours manifestly
needs, and he places himself at the head of
the popular party in Bonn, where he delivers
public orations, the truthful eloquence and
boldness of which startle, delight, and
encourage his audiences.

He is soon afterwards elected a member of
the Berlin parliament. He sides with the
Left, or democratic party; he advocates the
cause of the oppressed people and the poor;
he argues manfully and perseveringly the real
interests of all governments, in granting a
rational amount of liberty, showing that in
the present stage of the moral world, it is the
only thing to prevent violence, and to secure
good order. His speeches breathe a prophetic
spirit.

The revolution gathers fuel, more rapidly
than can be well disposed, and it takes fire
at Baden. The flames reach near and far–––
many are irresistibly attracted. They have
seen, and too well remember, the faithlessness
and treachery of governments–––they believe
the moment has come to strike a blow which
shall gain and establish the constitutional
liberty they seek. Dr. Kinkel immediately
leaves his Professorship; he believes he
ought now to join those who wield the sword,
and peril their lives in support of their
principles. He proposes to hasten to Baden,
to defend the Constitution framed by the
Frankfort parliament. His patriotic wife
consents, and in the evening he takes leave of
her, and of his sleeping children.

It must not be concealed that with this
strong feeling in favour of a constitutional
monarchy, there was an infusion of principles
of a more sweeping character; nor would it
be going too far to say that amidst the
insurgents of Baden were some who entertained
opinions not far removed from red republicanism.
Be this as it may, we are persuaded
that Dr. Kinkel's political principles and aims
were purely of a constitutional character,
however he may have been drawn into the
fierce vortex of men and circumstances which
surrounded him.

Dr. Kinkel serves for eleven days in a
free corps in Baden, where the army of
the insurgents have assembled. At the
commencement of the battle, he is wounded, and
taken prisoner with arms in his hands. The
sequel of these struggles is well enough
known; but the fate of the prisoners who
survived their wounds, must be noticed.