The Sun. — 1853-10-24 (London, England)

CLXXXVI. Murray A more attractive number of the Quarterly has not for a long time appeared. There are in it only seven contributions, but the subject of each will be found even by the generality of readers to be fraught with fascination. A peculiar interest, moreover, has been attached to the introductory article, the one relating to " The Institute of France," at the very moment of its publication. It was indeed " almost needless" for the writer to add in a note to the current number of the Quarterly, that the paper in question was the"in m lamented death of M. Arago, one of the most illustrious of modern philosophers. "If we could have foreseen the event," says the Quarterly reviewer, " we could hardly have spoken with greater warmth of his genius, though," he adds, c 4 we certainly should not have selected such an occasion to comment upon what we thought his injurious importation of political feeling into the regions of science." His admirers will accept that satisfactorycm remark t en de is wi tt with honorable.this efl e eetPu latigtaii that tuiwleahr illye observation—coup any coupled party as, ,h Ie ttahti ess into which he may have been led have expired with himself, his discoveries and writings will always survive, to attest his right to be ranked among the most brilliant savans of the age." After all it cannot be surpriing that the Quarterly should lack sympathy for the patriotism of M. Arago, however much it admires his genius as a philosopher—his patriotism having identified him in a remarkable manner with the interests of democracy. Au elaborately minute and detailed account of the "Murderso of Thomas a'Becket," is the next contribution. carefully are the different statements authenticated,.th that almost every page is minutely soill-dn foot-cii.,,,rii., n notes—referring the reader to Roger Pthe recent paper was avowedly . suggested the subsequent one labours of Dr. Giles, just as uchesne. For Gamier, and Benedict, andeteditezrhsayte hen. This the Q tarterly relates the history the third article ill-fatedinn ofl children, "King Louis of that most immediately afterwards we the Seventeenth. was suggested by those of M. Bea ynew delcrus adventured onya not by steel-clad knights . but by black-coated upon An excellent review of the "Diary • diplomatists., . th . of Casaubon is en given by another contributor have n es essay yv very recounting curious essay ae 4 c Electro-Biology and Mesmerism"— , to the Quarterly. Afterwards comes an admirable chapter upon  EwS PAPE it  --C7 -.air{ followed in its turn by a criticism on that " Life of may be regarded, without extratagfav_ Haydon" which for the last month or so has met rect definition of his perfo ' be:, .r us at every tarn in our survey of periodical litera- tage of thus acquiring in : --:,k i. ~..,_.,").Yra-:,.1 tare. really trustworthy account o t .ww-tyP L 4 , , from the invasion of the ' ' -(: owii' down to the accession of Lo .- , —hi readers are indebted once more ' the en ( Mr. Routledge—that most indefgab am the publishers of cheap and wholesome literature.  Bipeds and Quadrupeds._ By Harry Hieover. T.  C. Newby. The humanity which dictated this little essay is something beautiful. Although insignificant both in extent and elaboration when compared with the other writings which have emanated from the same pen, we believe that, once perused, the argument here submitted to the public must ultimately prove calculated to extend, and that rather considerably, its author's reputation. It appears from the Preface that the original design was to have intrusted the composition of the treatise to one of a profession more popularly associated with the inculcation of the sentiments of benevolence. From the ambiguous phraseology employed in this part of the writer's explanation we are led to conjecture that the author at first proposed must perforce have been an ecclesiastic. However this may be, that earlier intention was abandoned, and the responsibility of Bringing the projected volume before the community was thereupon intrusted—the reader cannot but feel (after a glance through the pages of this unpretending production) most judiciously—to Harry Hieover, the Nimrod of Now-a-days ! It is as if Martin's Act were enforced by an illustra