which was in his throat, the others in his head, body, and limbs. No sooner was the pontiff informed of the death of his son, and that he had been thrown, like filth, into the river, than giving way to his grief, he shut himself up in a chamber, and wept bitterly. The cardinal of Segovia, and other attendants on the Pope went to the door, and after many hours spent in persuasions and exhortations, prevailed upon him to admit them. From the evening of Wednesday, till the following Saturday, the Pope took no food; nor did he sleep from Thursday morning till the same hour on the ensuing day. At length, however, giving way to the entreaties of his attendants, he began to restrain his sorrow, and to consider the injury which his own health might sustain, by the further indulgence of his grief.»-Roscoe's Leo Tenth, vol. I, page 265. THE CURSE OF MINERVA, A POEM. -Pallas te hoc vulnere, Pallas Immolat, et pænam scelerato ex sanguine sumit. THE CURSE OF MINERVA. SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile; On such an eve, his palest beam he cast, When, Athens! here thy wisest look'd his last: How watch'd thy better sons his farewell ray, And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes; But, lo! from high Hymettus to the plain, The Again the Ægean, heard no more afar, ulls his chafed breast from elemental war; |