In History and Biography, European Continental literature has not been doing very much lately. There is a new or newer volume, the eleventh, of THIERS'S _Consulate and Empire_, and a Paris journalist of high repute, M. DE LA GUERRONNIERE commences a promised series of _Portraits Politiques Contemporains_ ("Portraits of Political Contemporaries"), with a monograph of that "nephew of his uncle," the Prince-President of the French Republic. A. M. LEONARD GALLOIS publishes in four volumes, with illustrations, a _Histoire de la Revolution de 1848_ ("History of the Revolution of 1848"), written from a republican-of-the-morrow point of view. SAINT-BEUVE contributes to _The Constitutionnel_ graceful sketches of the lately-deceased Duchess of ANGOULEME, and of RIVAROL, the Royalist pamphleteer and man-of-all-work in the first revolution, famed for the plaintive epigram, "MIRABEAU is paid, not sold; I am sold but not paid," one of the saddest predicaments that poor humanity can find itself in. A. M. COINDET has compressed WARBURTON'S _Prince Rupert and the Cavaliers_ into a handy _Histoire de Prince Rupert_ ("History of Prince Rupert"). The Germans send us the _Leben and Reden Sir Robert Peel's_ ("Life and Speeches of Sir Robert Peel"), tolerably compiled by one KUNZEL, and Italy has produced a new _Life of Paganini_. Worthy of more extensive notice is EDOUARD FLEURY'S _Saint-Just et la Terreur_ ("Saint Just and the Reign of Terror"), a biography of the "great Saint of the Mountain," the fellow-triumvir of ROBESPIERRE, and partaker of his fate, though not five-and-twenty; the fanatic young man who, scarcely beginning life, declared, "for revolutionists there is no rest but in the tomb!" FLEURY is a clever and active young journalist in the department of the Aisne, SAINT-JUST'S birth-country--the same who lately brought out the very interesting "Memoir of Camille Desmoulins," and an equally interesting historical study, "Babaeuf and Socialism in 1796." FLEURY has gone about his biographical task in the proper way; roamed up and down the country side, sketching the scenery in which his subject spent "a sulky adolescence," and collecting anecdotes and reminiscences. One of these is worth retailing. An old woman who knew SAINT-JUST well when a boy, pointed out "an alley of old trees" where he used to stalk and spout: when he came into the house, after one of these soliloquies, quoth the old woman, "he would say terrible things to us!" * * * * *