tford nor the solid sense of
Thirlwall could long preserve them from eclipse. The light of the former
indeed has long grown dim. He is always blundering, and his blunders are
always on the Tory side. Arnold's good word has kept him a few years
longer on our bookshelves. Dr. Thirlwall has higher qualities, but, not
to mention that he has damaged himself by writing against Mitford
instead of ignoring him, he is terribly dry, and Mr. Grote leaves him
far behind in appreciation of all that belongs to Greece, in loving
industry, in warmth of sympathy, and, well read scholars as they both
are, in deep knowledge of his subject. The cheaper and more compendious
histories of course are not affected. The light and credulous Goldsmith
is still left to contend with the more correct but duller Keightley for
the patronage of ingenuous youth. Perhaps both yield to the meritorious
little work published by the Society for the Diffusion of Useful
Knowledge. But a place, and an honorable place, is still left for any
one who can tell the story of Greece in a succinct and lively form,
availing himself of the light which Mr. Grote has shed upon the subject,
cultivating candor and right sympathies, cutting short the
ante-historical period, bringing strongly out the great states and the
great men, limiting himself to two moderate volumes, and addressing
himself especially to the unlearned and the young.

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UNIVERSITY OF NEW YORK.--At a recent meeting of the trustees and
faculty, the Rev. George W. Bethune, D.D., was unanimously elected
Chancellor of the University, in the place of the Hon. Theodore
Frelinghuysen. At the same meeting Mr. G. C. Anthon, formerly of the
College of Louisiana, son of the Rev. Dr. Anthon of this city, was
chosen professor of Greek language and literature.

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NINEVEH

By Edwin Atherstone.

Of NINEVEH, the mighty city of old;
The queen of all the nations. At her throne
Kings worshipp'd; and from her their subject crowns,
Humbly obedient, held; and on her state
Submiss attended; nor such servitude
Opprobrious named. From that great eminence
How, like a star, she fell, and passed away;
Such the high matter of my song shall be

The vision comes upon me! To my soul
The days of old return: I breathe the air
Of the young world: I see her giant sons.
Like to a gorgeous pageant in the sky
Of summer's evening,