goblet; for a moment she held it to her lips, and then dashed it away,
exclaiming--"It is poison! Hide me,--save me. I see it every where; in
those green leaves from whence it was distilled.--Oh! Francesco,
Francesco, let us be poor and happy!" The guests shrunk aghast from the
speaker, who, falling from her seat, expired in convulsions.

The power conferred by Gonzago's immense riches silenced the whispered
murmurs of the assembly. No man rose to higher eminence in the state
than the idolized husband of the beautiful Giacinta; but a dark cloud
hung upon his house, his children were all cut off in their infancy,
and, after a few brief years of outward felicity, struck from his horse
by the fragment of a building which fell upon him as he rode in pomp
through the city, he received a mortal wound, surviving the accident
only long enough to unburthen his soul to his confessor.

His dying words were addressed to Alessandro, from whom since the hour
of his nuptials he had been estranged; pressing his hand, he
exclaimed--"She was innocent! she heard not of the murder until it had
been accomplished."--_London Weekly Review_.

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THE SELECTOR; AND LITERARY NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.

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RAFTS AND RHINE SCENERY.