is
solicitude for the education of the people, and all those who have
observed his conduct with regard to the higher branches of education,
know how constantly his influence was directed to favour their
progress and to remove obstacles. In other departments of the civil
service into which he was successively called, as Master of Requests,
Counsellor of State, President of the Section of the Interior,
Director of Protestant Worship, (for he was an enlightened and liberal
Protestant, and watched over the interests of his co-religionists with
constant solicitude,) and at last as a Peer of France--in all these he
displayed the same superiority of talent. The office of Censor of the
Press, which was offered to him, he, to his eternal honour, refused.
Such was the man whose loss the world has now to deplore: but the mind
that traced her age and history--in the wrecks of ages dug from her
bosom--will live for ever in his works to enlighten and instruct
mankind.--_Foreign Quarterly Review._

Cuvier is said to have died of a paralytic affection of the
oesophagus. His body was examined by several eminent pathologists:
his brain is stated to have presented a mass of extraordinary volume,
weighing three pounds thirteen and a half ounces; a fact which will
be treasured up by contemporary phrenologists as evidence of Cuvier's
great intellectual capabilities.

[Cuvier was Professor of Geology in the College of France. The chair,
vacant by his death, has just been filled by the appointment of
M. Elie Beaumont, celebrated for his investigation of mountain
formations.]

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NEW BOOKS

LEGENDS OF THE RHINE.

[These are three novel-sized volumes from the prolific pen of Mr.
Grattan, whose _Highways and Byeways_ have probably started off
hundreds of scribbling tourists to the Continent, much to the
annoyance of the keepers of old castles and other necromantic
haunts. These Legends, however, have little to do with the Rhine,
which is perhaps fortunate for their success, as most of the
traditionary stories of the romantic river have been dished up in
as many forms and fashions as French cooks are accustomed to serve
up eggs. A few of our Correspondents have tried their taste,
but we hope not the reader's patience, in _Rhin_-onomy; and Mr.
Planche, moreover, has wandered and sailed up and down the
district, picking to new van its mystic stori