• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Preface
 Table of Contents
 Saturn
 Jupiter and Juno
 Apollo
 Diana; and the story of Orion
 Minerva; or, wisdom
 Venus
 Mercury and Iris
 Neptune
 Hades
 The adventures of Perseus
 The golden fleece
 A lost secret
 The champion of Athens
 The hero of heroes
 The apple of discord
 Advertising
 Back Cover
 Spine














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Title: Gods and heroes or, The kingdom of Jupiter
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Physical Description: xii, 292 p., 8 leaves of plates : ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Francillon, R. E ( Robert Edward ), 1841-1919
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Place of Publication: Edinburgh
Publication Date: 1892
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Subject: Mythology, Classical -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page i
        Page ii
    Half Title
        Page iii
    Frontispiece
        Page iv
    Title Page
        Page v
    Dedication
        Page vi
    Preface
        Page vii
        Page viii
        Page ix
        Page x
    Table of Contents
        Page xi
        Page xii
    Saturn
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Jupiter and Juno
        Page 6
        The gods and the giants
            Page 6
            Page 7
            Page 8
            Page 9
            Page 10
        The first man; or, the story of Prometheus and Pandora
            Page 11
            Page 12
            Page 13
            Page 14
            Page 15
            Page 16
            Page 16a
            Page 17
        The great flood; or, the story of Deucalion
            Page 18
            Page 19
            Page 20
            Page 21
            Page 22
            Page 23
    Apollo
        Page 24
        The stories of Latona and Niobe
            Page 24
            Page 25
            Page 26
            Page 27
        The flayed piper; or, the story of Marsyas
            Page 28
            Page 29
            Page 30
            Page 31
            Page 32
        Too much gold; or, the first story of Midas
            Page 33
            Page 34
            Page 35
            Page 36
            Page 37
            Page 38
            Page 39
        The critic; or, the second story of Midas
            Page 40
            Page 41
            Page 42
            Page 43
        Some flower stories
            Page 44
            Page 45
            Page 46
            Page 47
            Page 48
            Page 49
            Page 50
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            Page 56
            Page 57
        Presumption; or, the story of Phaethon
            Page 58
            Page 59
            Page 60
            Page 61
            Page 62
            Page 63
    Diana; and the story of Orion
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Minerva; or, wisdom
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
    Venus
        Page 75
        The god of fire
            Page 75
            Page 76
            Page 77
            Page 78
            Page 79
            Page 80
            Page 81
            Page 82
            Page 83
        Love and the soul; or, the story of Cupid and Psyche
            Page 84
            Page 85
            Page 86
            Page 87
            Page 88
            Page 89
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            Page 94a
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    Mercury and Iris
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
    Neptune
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
    Hades
        Page 120
        The king and the queen of the dead
            Page 120
            Page 121
            Page 122
            Page 123
            Page 124
            Page 125
            Page 126
            Page 127
        The kingdom
            Page 128
            Page 129
            Page 130
            Page 131
            Page 132
            Page 133
            Page 134
        Orpheus and Eurydice
            Page 135
            Page 136
            Page 137
            Page 138
            Page 138a
            Page 139
        The man who never died
            Page 140
            Page 141
            Page 142
    The adventures of Perseus
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
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    The golden fleece
        Page 168
        Page 169
        Page 170
        Page 171
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    A lost secret
        Page 191
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
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        Page 196
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    The champion of Athens
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
        Page 203
        Page 204
        Page 205
        Page 206
        Page 207
        Page 208
        Page 209
        Page 210
        Page 211
        Page 212
        Page 212a
        Page 213
        Page 214
        Page 215
    The hero of heroes
        Page 216
        The oracle
            Page 216
            Page 217
            Page 218
            Page 219
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            Page 221
            Page 222
        His first labour: The lion
            Page 223
            Page 224
            Page 225
        His second labour: The hydra
            Page 226
            Page 227
            Page 228
            Page 229
        His third labour: The stag
            Page 230
            Page 231
            Page 232
        His fourth labour: The boar
            Page 233
            Page 234
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            Page 236
            Page 237
            Page 238
        His fifth labour: The augean stable
            Page 239
            Page 240
            Page 241
            Page 242
        More labours: And the cattle of Geryon
            Page 243
            Page 244
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            Page 246
            Page 247
            Page 248
            Page 249
            Page 250
        His eleventh labour: The garden of the Hesperides
            Page 251
            Page 252
            Page 253
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            Page 256
            Page 256a
            Page 257
            Page 258
        His twelfth labour: The descent into Hades
            Page 259
            Page 260
            Page 261
            Page 262
            Page 263
            Page 264
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        The choice of Hercules
            Page 266
            Page 267
            Page 268
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        The tunic of Nessus
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    The apple of discord
        Page 282
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GODS AND HEROES


OR


THE KINGDOM OF JUPITER






BY

R. E. FRANCILLON






littj digljt Ilfusfrations






WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS
EDINBURGH AND LONDON
MDCCCXCII




























TO

FRANCIS FELIX

FOR WHOM THIS BOOK WAS BEGUN
















PREFACE.


THESE stories will, I trust, explain their own
purpose; but a few words touching their form
are due to critical readers.
It will be seen that the Mythology adopted
throughout is strictly of the old-fashioned kind
which goes to Ovid as its leading authority, and
ignores the difference between the gods of Greece
and the gods of Rome. I have deliberately followed
this plan because, while there is not the remotest
fear-quite the contrary-that young people, when
or if they become scholars, will not be duly initi-
ated into the mysteries of scientific and compara-
tive mythology, there is considerable danger that
the stories of the gods and heroes which have
saturated literature, and have become essential por-
tions of the thought and life of ages, may become







PREFACE.


explained away only too thoroughly. It is easy
for my readers to acquire the science of the subject
hereafter; but where mythology is concerned, the
poetry must come before the prose, and it will be
a distinct loss for them if, under scientific teaching,
they have never been familiar with the ancient
stories as they were read by the makers of litera-
ture in the prte-critical times. Without the my-
thology of the Latin poets, modern literature in all
languages becomes almost a dead letter: hundreds
of allusions become pointless, and thousands of sub-
stances fade into shadows. Of the three mythol-
ogies, the Greek, the Roman, and the Poetic or
Conventional, I have selected the last, because-
among other reasons-
It is as useful, and as needful to be known, as
the others, on general grounds;
It is more useful, and more needful, than the
others as a portion of literature and as an intel-
lectual influence;
It is preferable as a means of exciting an in-
terest in the subject;
It is not in the remotest degree an obstacle to
more accurate knowledge, for which indeed it is an
almost indispensable preparation.
After these observations, there is no occasion to







PREFACE.


explain why I have made a point of employing
Latin names and Latin spelling.
Another point to which I should call attention
is the attempt to cover (within limits) the whole
ground, so that the reader may not be left in igno-
rance of any considerable tract of the realm of Jove.
The stories are not detached; they are brought, so
far as I have been able to bring them, into a single
saga, free from inconsistencies and contradictions.
Omissions owing to the necessarily prescribed lim-
its will, I think, always find a place to fall into.
Altogether, the lines of the volume diverge so
entirely from those of Kingsley, or Hawthorne, or
any other story-teller known to me, that I may feel
myself safe from the danger of fatal comparisons.
Of course this aim at a certain completeness has
implied the difficult task of selection among vari-
ants of the same story or incident. Sometimes I
have preferred the most interesting, sometimes the
version most consistent with the general plan. But
I have endeavoured, as a rule, to adopt the most
usual or familiar, as being most in accordance with
my original intention.
I need not, however, enumerate difficulties, which,
if they are overcome, need no apology; and, if they
are not, deserve none. The greatest and most







X PREFACE.

obvious, the strict observance of the Maxima
reverentia," will, and must always remain, crucial.
In this, at least, I trust I have succeeded, in what-
ever else I may have failed. These stories were
begun for one who was very dear to me, and who
was their first and best critic; and I shall be glad
if what was begun, in hope, for him should be of
use to others.
i. E. F.


NOTE.-Quantity is marked in proper names
when necessary, at their first occurrence.
























CONTENTS.





PAGE
SATURN, 1
JUPITER AND JUNO-
PART I.-THE GODS AND THE GIANTS, 6
PART II.-THE FIRST MIAN; OR, THE STORY OF
PROMETHEUS AND PANDORA, 11
PART III.-THE GREAT FLOOD ; OR, THE STORY OF
DEUCALION, 18
APOLLO-
PART I.-THE STORIES OF LATONA AND NIOBE, 24
PART II.-THE FLAYED PIPER ; OR, THE STORY OF
MARSYAS, 28
PART III.-TOO MUCH GOLD; OR, THE FIRST STORY
OF MIDAS, 33
PART IV.-THE CRITIC; OR, THE SECOND STORY
OF MIDAS, 40
PART V.-SOME FLOWER STORIES-
I.--THE LAUREL, 44
II.-THE HYACINTH, 47
III.-THE SUN-FLOWER, 50
IV.-THE NARCISSUS, 53
PART VI.-PRESUMPTION ; OR, THE STORY OF
PHAETHON, 58









CONTENTS.


DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION, 64
MINERVA; OR, WISDOM, 72
VENUS-
PART I.-THE GOD OF FIRE, 75
PART II.-LOVE AND THE SOUL; OR, THE STORY
OF CUPID AND PSYCHE, 84
MERCURY AND IRIS, 109
NEPTUNE, 114
HADES-
PART I.-THE KING AND QUEEN OF THE DEAD, 120
PART II.-THE KINGDOM, 128
PART III.-ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE, 135
PART IV.-THE MAN WHO NEVER DIED, 140
THE ADVENTURES OF PERSEUS, 143
THE GOLDEN FLEECE, 168
A LOST SECRET, 191
THE CHAMPION OF ATHENS, 200
THE HERO OF HEROES-
PART I.-THE ORACLE, 216
PART II.-HIS FIRST LABOUR: THE LION, 223
PART III.-HIS SECOND LABOUR: THE HYDRA, 226
PART IV.--BIS THIRD LABOUR: THE STAG, 230
PART V.-HIS FOURTH LABOUR: THE BOAR, 233
PART VI.--HIS FIFTH LABOUR: THE AUGEAN STABLE, 239
PART VII.-MORE LABOURS: AND THE CATTLE OF
GERYON,. 243
PART VIII.-HIS ELEVENTH LABOUR: THE GARDEN
OF THE HESPERIDES, 251
PART IX.-HIS TWELFTH LABOUR: THE DESCENT
INTO HADES, 259
PART X.-THE CHOICE OF HERCULES, 266
PART XI.-THE TUNIC OF NESSUS, 272
THE APPLE OF DISCORD, 282



















SATURN.




.- NCE upon a time, the Sky married
ii. \ the Earth. The Sky's name was
) Ccelus, and the Earth's was Terra.
'They had a great many children:
one of these, the eldest, was called
Titan, and another was called Saturn.
Terra, their mother Earth, was very good and
kind; but their father, Ccelus, was very unkind and
cruel. He hated his own children, and shut them
all up underground, so that he might get rid of
them-all of them, that is to say, except Saturn,
whom he allowed to have his freedom. Saturn
grow up; and he thought of nothing but how to
set his brothers free. At last one day he went
to his mother, and asked her what he could do.
Terra had come to hate her husband for his
A







SATURN.


cruelty: so she gave Saturn all the iron she had
in her veins-(you know that iron comes from
what are called the Veins of the Earth)-and he
made a great scythe with it. With this scythe he
wounded and punished his father so terribly that
old Ccelus was never good for anything again-in
fact, we never hear of him any more, except when
we turn his name into Ccelum, which is the Latin
for the sky," as you know.
Saturn instantly let all his brothers out from
their underground prison. They were very grateful
to him: and Titan, the eldest, said, "You shall be
king of us all, and of all the world, if you will only
promise me one thing." Saturn promised. It is
this," said Titan. "You know how our father
treated us; and how you treated him. Children
are plagues, and I don't want you to have anything
to do with them. Therefore promise me to eat up
all your children, if you ever have any, as soon as
they are born. They'll be too young to mind, and
you'll be safe from them. I think so much of this,
that if you don't eat them up, every one, I'll take
the kingdom away from you. For I'm the eldest,
and I might keep it if I pleased instead of giving
it up to you."
Saturn had no children then, and he gave the
promise. But some time afterwards he married
a goddess named Rhea, who was very good and
very beautiful. They, too, had a great many







SATURN.


children. But, alas there was that terrible prom-
ise that poor Saturn had made to Titan. Saturn
could not break his word, so he ate every child as
soon as it was born. Of course Rhea was very
unhappy and miserable: it was worse, thought she,
than if he had only shut them underground. But
there was -the promise-and she did not know
what to do.
But she thought and thought, and at last she
hit on a plan. When her next child was born, she
hid it away, and when Saturn asked for it to eat it,
she gave him a big stone instead of the baby.
Saturn must have had good teeth, for he ate it
up, and only thought that the new baby's bones
were uncommonly hard. The trick answered so
well that when the next child was born she did it
again,--and again she did it a third time. She
named the three children that she saved in this
way, Jupiter, Neptune, and Pluto.
Jupiter, the eldest, was a very fine strong child.
He made such a noise with his crying that his
mother Rhea was afraid Saturn would hear him.
So she sent him away to the island of Crete, where
he was brought up on goat's milk; and she ordered
his nurses to make all the noise they could with
drums, trumpets, and cymbals all day and all night
long, so that nobody could hear him cry and so
find out that he was alive.
But unluckily her secret was found out by







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Titan. Titan thought Saturn had been breaking
his word; so he made war on him, and very nearly
conquered him and took his kingdom from him.
Jupiter, however, heard the noise of the battle
through all the cymbals, trumpets, and drums. He
was only a year old, but so big and strong that he
rushed out of Crete, and fought a most desperate
battle against his uncles, the Titans, to save his
father, Saturn. The Titans were wonderful people.
All were giants; and one of them had a hundred
arms. They threw mountains instead of stones.
But Jupiter conquered them at last, and set his
father free.
But somehow Saturn was very much afraid of
his son. I think I should have been afraid of you
if you had been such a wonderful baby. In some
way or other-I don't know how-he tried to get
rid of Jupiter, and made himself so unpleasant that
Jupiter had to take his kingdom away from him,
and make himself king. That is how Jupiter
became king of all the gods and goddesses.
Saturn, when he lost his kingdom, went to Italy,
where a king named Janus received him very
kindly. Saturn and Janus became such friends
that Janus made him king with him; and Saturn
ruled so well that he made his people the happiest
iu all the world. Everybody was perfectly good
and perfectly happy. Saturn's reign on earth is
called the Golden Age. His wife, Rhea, was







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with him, and was as good as he;-so he had
peace at last after all his troubles, which had no
doubt taught him to be wise.

The Greek name for Saturn means "Time";
and Saturn is called the god of Time, who swallows
up all things and creatures. All creatures may be
called "the Children of Time." And the kingdom
of Time, we may say, must always come to an end.
The whole story means a great deal more than
this; but this is enough to show you that it is not
nonsense, and means something. One of the planets
is called Saturn.

In pictures Saturn is always made an old man,
because Time is old; and he carries his scythe,
because Time mows everything away, just as a
mower does the grass; or like "The Reaper whose
name is Death." Only Death, in the poem, is
kinder than Saturn or Time.









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JUPITER AND JUNO.




PART I.-THE GODS AND THE GIANTS.

7;7 TTTHErN Jupiter became god and king of
li.e whole world, he made his two
:'' others, Neptune and Pluto, kings
1 under him. He made Neptune god
and king of the sea: Pluto he made
god and king of Hades. Hades was a world under-
ground, in the middle of the earth, where men and
women go and live when they die.
The next thing that Jupiter did was to marry
Juno. Their wedding was the grandest and most
wonderful that ever was seen. Invitations were
sent out to all the gods and nymphs. The nymphs
were a sort of fairies-some of them waited upon
the goddesses : some of them lived in rivers, brooks,









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JUPITER AND JUNO.




PART I.-THE GODS AND THE GIANTS.

7;7 TTTHErN Jupiter became god and king of
li.e whole world, he made his two
:'' others, Neptune and Pluto, kings
1 under him. He made Neptune god
and king of the sea: Pluto he made
god and king of Hades. Hades was a world under-
ground, in the middle of the earth, where men and
women go and live when they die.
The next thing that Jupiter did was to marry
Juno. Their wedding was the grandest and most
wonderful that ever was seen. Invitations were
sent out to all the gods and nymphs. The nymphs
were a sort of fairies-some of them waited upon
the goddesses : some of them lived in rivers, brooks,






THE GODS AND THE GIANTS.


and trees. All of them came to the wedding, ex-
cept one nymph named Ch1lone.
She refused to come: and, besides that, she
laughed at the whole thing. When they told
her that Jupiter was going to marry Juno, she
laughed so loud that Jupiter himself could hear
her. I don't know why she thought it so ridic-
ulous, but I can guess pretty well. I expect
she knew Juno's bad temper better than Jupiter
did, and how Jupiter was just the sort of husband
to spoil any wife's temper. But Jupiter was very
fond of Juno just then, and he did not like to
be laughed at on his wedding-day. So he had
Chelone turned into a tortoise, so that she might
never be able to laugh again. Nobody ever heard
a tortoise laugh, nor ever will.
Jupiter and Juno set up their palace in the sky,
just over the top of Mount Olympus, a high
mountain in the north of Greece. And very
soon, I am sorry to say, his quarrels with Juno
began-so that, after all, poor Chelone had been
right in not thinking much of the grand wedding.
He always kept her for his Queen; but he cared for
a great many Titanesses and nymphs much more
than he did for her, and married more of them
than anybody can reckon, one after another. This
made Juno very angry, and they used to quarrel
terribly. But something was going to happen
which was almost as bad as quarrelling, and which







*JUPITER AND JUNO.


must have made Jupiter envy the peace and com-
fort of old Saturn, who had become only an earthly
king.
The Titans made another war. And this time
they got the help of the Giants, who were more
terrible even than the Titans. They were im-
mense monsters, some almost as tall as the tallest
mountain, fearfully strong, and horribly ugly, with
hair miles long, and rough beards down to their
middle. One of them had fifty heads and a hun-
dred hands. Another had serpents instead of legs.
Others, called Cyclopes, had only one eye, which
was in the middle of their foreheads. But the
most terrible of all was a giant named Typhon.
He had a hundred heads, each like a dragon's, and
darted flames from his mouth and eyes. A great
battle was fought between the gods and the giants.
The giants tried to get into the sky by piling
up the mountains one upon another. They used
oak-trees for clubs, and threw hills for stones.
They set whole forests on fire, and tossed them up
like torches to set fire to the sky. And at last
Typhon's hundred fiery mouths set up a hundred
different yells and roars all at once, so loud and
horrible that Jupiter and all the gods ran away
into Egypt and hid themselves there in the shapes
of animals. Jupiter turned himself into a ram,
and Juno became a cow.
But, when their fright was over, the gods came







TIHE GODS AND THE GIANTS.


back into their own shapes, and fought another
battle, greater and more terrible than before. And,
this time, the gods won. Some of the giants were
crushed under mountains or drowned in the sea.
Some were taken prisoners: and of these some were
beaten to death and others were skinned alive.
Atlas, who was the tallest, was ordered to spend all
his days in holding up the sky on his shoulders,-
how it was held up before, I do not know. Some
of the Cyclopes were set to work in making thunder-
bolts for Jupiter. They became the blacksmiths of
the gods, and Mount .Etna, which is a volcano, was
one of their forges.
After this, the gods lived in peace: though
Jupiter and Juno never left off quarrelling a good
deal. Jupiter made most of his children gods and
goddesses, and they all lived together over Mount
Olympus, ruling the earth and the sky, and the
air, the sun, and the stars. You will read the
stories of all of them. They used to eat a de-
licious food called Ambrosia, and their wine was a
wonderful drink called Nectar. Hebe, the goddess
of Youth, mixed and poured out the Nectar, and
Ganymede was Jupiter's own page and cup-bearer.
These gods and goddesses of the sky were a sort of
large family, with Jupiter and Juno for father and
mother. Of course Neptune with his gods of the
sea, and Pluto with his gods of Hades, were like
different families, and lived in their own places.







10 JUPITER AND JUNO.

Whenever it thunders, that is the voice of
Jupiter. One of the planets is named after him
-it is a beautiful large white star. In pictures,
he is a large strong man, with a thick brown
beard, looking like a king. He sits on a throne,
with lightning in his hand, and an eagle by his
side. Juno is a large beautiful woman, tall and
grand, looking like a queen, with a proud face and
splendid eyes. The peacock is her favourite bird,
just as Jupiter's is the eagle.

















PART II.-THE FIRST MAN; on, THE STORY
OF PROMETHEUS AND PANDORA.





ONE of the Titans left two sons, Prometheus and
Epimetheus. Prometheus means Forethought,
and Epimetheus means Afterthought. Now Pro-
metheus was not big and strong like the other
Titans, but he was more clever and cunning than
all of them put together. And he said to himself,
"Well, the gods have shown themselves stronger
than we. We can't conquer them by fighting, that's
clear. But there are cleverer ways of winning than
by fighting, as they shall see."
So Prometheus dug up a good-sized lump of clay,
more than six feet long, and nearly four feet round.
And now, said he to himself, I only want just one
little spark of Heavenly Fire."
Now the Heavenly Fire is only to be found in
the sky; and Jupiter had ordered that no Titan was
ever to enter the sky again. But Prometheus was







JUPITER AND JUNO.


much too clever to find any difficulty about that.
The great goddess Minerva, who is the goddess of
Wisdom, happened to be on a visit to the earth just
then, so Prometheus called upon her and said-
Great goddess, I am only a poor beaten Titan,
and I have never seen the sky. But my father and
my father's father used to live there in the good
old times, and I should like, just once, to see the
inside of the beautiful blue place above the clouds
which was once their home. Please, great goddess,
let me go in just once, and I'll promise to do no
harm."
Now Minerva did not like to break the rule.
But she was very trusting and very good-natured,
because she was very wise ; and besides, Prometheus
looked such a poor little creature, so different from
all the other Titans and Giants, that she said-
You certainly don't look as if you could do
us any harm, even if you tried. Very well-you
shall have a look at the sky, and I'll show you
round."
So she told Prometheus to follow her up Mount
Olympus; but she did not notice a little twig that
he carried in his hand: and if she had noticed it,
she would not have thought it mattered. Wise
people don't notice all the little things that cunning
people do. Then she opened the golden gate of the
sky, and let him in. She was very kind, and showed
him everything. He went over the palace of the







THE FIRST MAN.


gods, and saw Jupiter's great ivory throne, and his
eagle, and the brew-house where the nectar is made.
He looked at the places behind the clouds, where
they keep the rain and snow. Then they looked at
all the stars; and at last they came to the Stables
of the Sun. For you must know that the sun is a
great fiery car, drawn by four white horses from the
east to the west, and is put away in a stable during
the night-time, where the four horses eat wheat
made of gold.
"Now you have seen everything," said Minerva;
" and you must go."
"Thank you," said Prometheus. And he went
back to earth again. But just as he was leaving,
he touched one of the wheels of the sun with his
little twig, so that a spark came off upon the end.
The spark was still there when he got home.
He touched his lump of clay with the spark of
Heavenly Fire-and, lo and behold, the lump of
clay became a living man!
"There 1 said Prometheus. There's Something
that will give the gods more trouble than anything
that ever was made !"
It was the First Man.

Jupiter very soon found out what Prometheus
had done, and was very vexed and annoyed. He
forgave Minerva, who was his favourite daughter,
but he said to the god of Fire: Make something







JUPITER AND JUNO.


that will trouble the man even more than the man
will trouble me."
So the god of Fire took another lump of clay,
and a great deal of Heavenly Flame, and made the
First Woman.
All the gods admired her very much, for she had
been made very nicely better than the man.
Jupiter said to her, "My child, go to Prometheus
and give him my compliments, and tell him to
marry you." The gods and goddesses thought it a
good idea, and all of them made her presents for
her wedding. One gave her beauty, another wit,
another fine clothes, and so on; but Jupiter only
gave her a little box, which was not to be opened
till her wedding-day.

Prometheus was sitting one day at his door,
thinking how clever he was, when he saw, coming
down Olympus, the most beautiful creature he had
ever seen. As soon as she came close-
Who are you ? he asked. From where do
you cole ? "
"My name is Pandora," said she. And I am
come from the skies to marry you."
With all my heart," said Prometheus. You
will be a very nice wife, I am sure. But-let me
see-Pandora means 'All Gifts,' doesn't it ? What
have you got to give me, to keep house upon ?"
"The gods have given me everything!" said







THE FIRST MAN.


Pandora. I bring you Beauty, Wit, Love, Wisdom,
Health, Wealth, Virtue, Fine Clothes-in a word,
everything that you can wish for."
"And that little box--what have you in that ?"
asked he.
Oh, that's only a little box that Jupiter gave
me-I don't know what's in that, for it is not to
be opened till after we're married. Perhaps it is
diamonds."
"Who gave it you ?" asked he.
"Jupiter," said Pandora.
Oho!" thought the cunning Prometheus.
"Secret boxes from Jupiter are not to my fancy.
My dear," he said to Pandora, on second thoughts,
I don't think I will marry you. But as you've had
so much trouble in coming, I'll send you to my
brother Epimetheus, and you shall marry him.
He'll do just as well."
So Pandora went on to Epimetheus, and he
married her. But Prometheus had sent him a
private message not to open the box that had been
given by Jupiter. So it was put away, and every-
thing went on very well for a long time.

But, at last, Pandora happened to be alone in
the house; and she could not resist the temptation
to just take one little peep into the box to see
what was inside. Such a little box could not hold
any harm : and it might be the most beautiful







JUPITER AND JUNO.


present of all. Anyhow, she could do no harm
by lifting the lid; she could easily shut it up
again. She felt she was doing what would dis-
please Epimetheus, and was rather ashamed of her
curiosity, but-well, she did open the box. And
then-out there flew thousands and thousands of
creatures, like a swarm of wasps and flies, buzzing
and darting about with joy to be free. Out at
the window, and over the world they flew. Alas !
they were all the evil things that are in the world
to torment and hurt mankind. Those flies from
Pandora's box were War, Pain, Grief, Anger, Sick-
ness, Sorrow, Poverty, Death, Sin. What could
she do ? She could not get them back into the box
again; she could only scream and wring her hands.
Epimetheus heard her cries, and did all he could:
he shut down the lid, just in time to keep the
very last of the swarm from flying away. By good
luck, it was the only one worth keeping-a little
creature called Hope, who still lives in the box to
comfort us when the others are stinging us, and to
make us say, "There is good in everything-even
in the box of Pandora."

But Jupiter, when he heard how Prometheus had
refused to marry Pandora, and had tried to outwit
him again, was very angry indeed. He sent down
one of the gods, who took Prometheus and carried
him to Mount Caucasus, and bound him to the













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" upiter sent down one of the gods, and bound him to the
highest and coldest feak with chains."-Page 16.







THE FIRST MAN.


highest and coldest peak with chains. And a vul-
ture was sent to gnaw his heart for ever.
So cunning could not conquer the strength of the
gods after all.

I have something to say about this story, which
you may not quite understand now, but which you
will, some day, when you read it again. Think
how Man is made of dead common clay, but with
one spark of Heavenly Fire straight from the sky.
Think how Woman is made, with less clay, but with
more of the Heavenly Fire. Think of that "After-
thought," which saved Hope when there was noth-
ing else to be saved. And think of the Pain sent
to gnaw the heart of Prometheus, who used all his
cleverness to make himself great in wrong-doing.
You will be glad to hear that, a long time after-
wards, the greatest and best man in all Mythology
came and killed the vulture, and set Prometheus
free. Yon will read all about it in time. But I
want you to know and remember the man's name
It was Hercules.

















PART III.-THE GREAT FLOOD; on, THE
STORY OF DEUCALION.





PROMETHEUS turned out to be quite right in
saying that men would give more trouble to
Jupiter than the Titans or the Giants, or anything
that had ever been made. As time went on, men
became more and more wicked every day.

Now there lived in Thessaly, on the banks of a
river, a man and his wife, named Deucalion and
Pyrrha. I think they must have been good people,
and not like all the other men and women in the
world. One day, Deucalion noticed that the water
in the river was rising very high. He did not think
much of it at the time, but the next day it was
higher, and the next higher still. At last the river
burst its banks, and spread over the country, sweep-
ing away houses and drowning many people.
Deucalion and Pyrrha escaped out of their own







THE GREAT FLOOD.


house just in time, and went to the top of a moun-
tain. But, to their terror, the waters still kept on
spreading and rising, until all the plain of Thessaly
looked liked a sea, and the tops of the hills like
islands.
The water will cover the hills soon," said Deuca-
lion, "and then the mountains. What shall we do?"
Pyrrha thought for a moment, and then said-
I have heard that there is a very wise man on
the top of Mount Caucasus who knows everything.
Let us go to him, and perhaps he will tell us what
to do and what all this water means."
So they went down the other side, and went on
and on till they reached the great Caucasian moun-
tains, which are the highest in all Europe, and are
always covered with snow. They climbed up to
the highest peak, and there they saw a man, chained
to the ice, with a vulture tearing and gnawing him.
It was Prometheus, who had made the first man.
Deucalion tried to drive the horrible bird away.
But Prometheus said-
"It is no use. You can do nothing for me. Not
even the Great Flood will drive this bird away, or
put me out of my pain."
"Ah! the Great 'Flood!" cried Deucalion and
Pyrrha together. We have left it behind us-are
we safe up here ?"
"You are safe nowhere," said Prometheus.
" Soon the waters will break over the mountains







JUPITER AND JUNO.


round Thessaly and spread over the whole world.
They will rise and rise till not even this peak will
be seen. Jupiter is sending this flood to sweep
away from the face of the earth the wickedness of
man. Not one is to be saved. Even now, there is
nobody left alive but you two."
Deucalion and Pyrrha looked: and, in the dis-
tance, they saw the waters coming on, and rising
above the hills.
But perhaps," said Prometheus, "Jupiter may
not wish to punish you. I cannot tell. But I will
tell you what to do-it may save you. Go down
the mountain till you come to a wood, and cut
down a tree." Then he told them how to make a
boat-for nobody knew anything about boats in
those days. Then he bade them good-bye, and they
went down the hill sorrowfully, wishing they could
help Prometheus, and doubting if they could help
themselves.
They came to the wood, and made the boat-just
in time. The water rose; but their boat rose with
the water. At last even the highest peak of
Caucasus was covered, and they could see nothing
but the sky above them and the waters round.
Then the clouds gathered and burst, and the sky
and the sea became one great storm.
For nine days and nights their little boat was
tossed about by the winds and waves. But on the
tenth day, as if by magic, the sky cleared, the water







THE GREAT FLOOD.


went down, and their boat was left high and dry on
the top of a hill.
They knelt, and thanked Jupiter, and went down
the hill hand in hand-the only man and the only
woman in the whole world. They did not even
know where they were.
But presently they met, coming up the hill, a
form like a woman, only grander and more beauti-
ful. They were afraid. But at last they had cour-
age to ask-
"Who are you ? And where are we ?"
"This hill is Mount Parnassus; and I am
Themis, the goddess of Justice," said she. I have
finished my work upon the earth, and am on my
way home to the sky. I know your story. Live,
and be good, and be warned by what has happened
to all other men."
But what is the use of our living ?" they asked,
"and what is the use of this great world to us two ?
For we have no children to come after us when we
die."
"What you say is just," said the goddess of
Justice. "Jupiter will be pleased enough to give
this empty world to a wiser and better race of men.
But he will be quite as content without them. In
short, you may have companions, if you want them,
and if you will teach them to be better and wiser
than the old ones. Only you must make them for
yourselves."







JUPITER AND JUNO.


But how can we make men ? asked they.
"I will tell you. Throw your grandmother's
bones behind you without looking round."
"Our grandmother's bones ? But how are we to
find them after this flood, or to know which are
hers ?"
The gods," said Themis, tell people what to
do, but not how it is to be done." And she
vanished into the air.
I think Themis was right. All of us are taught
what we ought to do; but we are usually left to
ask ourselves whether any particular thing is right
or wrong.
Deucalion and Pyrrha asked one another; but
neither knew what to say. The whole world, after
the Great Flood, was full of bones everywhere.
Which were their grandmother's, and where ? They
wandered about over half the world trying to find
them, but all in vain, till they thought they would
have to give it up in despair.
At last, however, Pyrrha said to Deucalion-
"I have a thought. We are all called the children
of Jupiter, you know, because he is called the
father of gods and men. And Jupiter and all the
gods are the children of Ccelus and Terra. Now,
if we are the children of Jupiter, and Jupiter is the
child of Terra, then Terra must be our grandmother.
And Terra is the Earth; so our grandmother is
the Earth, you see."







THE GREAT FLOOD.


But," asked Deucalion, what about the
bonos ? "
"What are the bones of the Earth but the
stones ? said Pyrrha. The stones must be our
Grandmother's Bones."
I don't think you're right," said Deucalion.
"It's much too easy a thing-only to throw a few
stones. But there's no harm in trying."
So they gathered two heaps of stones, one for
him and one for her, and threw the stones behind
them, over their shoulders, without turning round
-just as Themis had told them.
When they had thrown away all their stones,
they looked to see if anything had happened. And
lo! every stone thrown by Pyrrha had become a
woman, and every stone thrown by Deucalion had
become a man.

So they kept on throwing stones till the world
was full of men and women again. And Deucalion
and Pyrrha became their king and queen.




























S. I-.l i ful Titaness named Latona.
Th',i made Juno terribly angry: so
-j .* -.nt a huge and horrible snake,
called Python, to hunt Latona all
ove the world And she went to Terra, and
APOLLO.










mde her swear not to give Latona a resting-place
, *i :[" 1 ', ~,,-Z *'~ -. ill-.iful Titaness named Latona.



or a iding-place anywhere. terribly angry: so
iSo poor L atona was huge and horiven about by
called Python, to hunt Latona all
over the world. And she went to Terra, and
made her swear not to give Latona a resting-place
or a hiding-place anywhere.
So poor Latona was hunted and driven about by
Python night and day. She also went to our
Grandmother Earth, and begged for a corner to rest
in or a cave to hide in. But old Terra said, No.
I have sworn to Juno that you shall have no rest
in me."




























S. I-.l i ful Titaness named Latona.
Th',i made Juno terribly angry: so
-j .* -.nt a huge and horrible snake,
called Python, to hunt Latona all
ove the world And she went to Terra, and
APOLLO.










mde her swear not to give Latona a resting-place
, *i :[" 1 ', ~,,-Z *'~ -. ill-.iful Titaness named Latona.



or a iding-place anywhere. terribly angry: so
iSo poor L atona was huge and horiven about by
called Python, to hunt Latona all
over the world. And she went to Terra, and
made her swear not to give Latona a resting-place
or a hiding-place anywhere.
So poor Latona was hunted and driven about by
Python night and day. She also went to our
Grandmother Earth, and begged for a corner to rest
in or a cave to hide in. But old Terra said, No.
I have sworn to Juno that you shall have no rest
in me."







THE STORIES OF LATONA AND NIOBE.


At last, in her despair, she went to Neptune,
and prayed him to hide her in his waters, since
Earth had refused her. Neptune said, I wish
I could, with all my heart; but what place is there,
in the sea or on the land, where you can hide from
the Queen of the Sky? But wait-there's one
thing that nobody knows of but me. There is an
island under the sea; and this island is always
moving and wandering about, so that nobody can
see it, or tell where it may chance to be, for it
is never in the same place two minutes together.
It isn't sea, because it's land; but it doesn't belong
to Terra, because it's under the sea, and has no
bottom. I'll tell you what I'll do for you. I'll
fix it where nobody can find it, and you'll be safe
there, because it's neither earth nor sea."
So Neptune anchored the floating island in a
part of the IEgean Sea. The island is called Delos;
and it is there still, just where it was fixed by
Neptune for Latona.
Latona went and lived there, safe from Juno
and Python. After a time she had two children, a
son and a daughter. The son was named Apollo,
and the daughter Diana.
Both were beautiful, but Apollo was the most
beautiful boy ever born. He was a wonderful
child in every way. The very instant he was born
he made a bow and arrow, and went across the sea,
and found Python, and killed him. When he was







APOLLO.


four years old, he built one of the wonders of
the world a great altar to the gods, made of
the horns of the goats that his sister Diana used
to hunt and shoot in the mountains. With two
such children to help her, Latona no longer felt
afraid of Juno. So she left Delos, and came, with
her two children, into a country of Asia Minor,
called Lydia.

Now there was a princess in Thebes named Niobe,
who had fourteen beautiful children-seven daugh-
ters and seven sons. She was very fond and proud
of them, and she did not like to hear people talking
about Latona's wonderful children. "What signi-
fies a miserable couple of children, when I have
fourteen ? she used to say. I don't think much
of Latona;" and, in her jealousy, she never lost
a chance of insulting the mother of Apollo and
Diana.
Of course these insults came to Latona's ears.
Apollo and Diana heard of them too; and they
resolved to punish the proud princess who insulted
and scorned their mother. I scarcely like to tell
you of how they punished Niobe, for I cannot think
of anything more cruel.
Each of them took a bow and seven arrows.
Apollo shot with his arrows all the seven sons
of Niobe. Diana shot six of Niobe's seven daugh-
ters, leaving only one alive. "There !" said they;







THE STORIES OF LATONA AND NIOBE.


"what signifies a miserable one child, when our
mother has two ? "
When poor Niobe saw her children killed before
her she wept bitterly, and she could not stop her
tears. They flowed on and on, until she cried
herself into stone.

As for Apollo, he kept on growing handsomer
and stronger until he became a god-the most
glorious of all the gods in the sky. Jupiter made
him the god of the Sun, and made his sister, Diana,
goddess of the Moon. He was also the god of all
beautiful and useful things: of music, painting,
poetry, medicine. Several names were given to
him. One of his names is Phoebus," which means
bright and splendid like the sun. Apollo means
"the Destroyer ": people must guess for themselves
why he was called the Destroyer."
In pictures and statues he is always made grace-
ful, beautiful, and young. He has no hair on
his face, but wears long waving hair. Sometimes
he carries a lyre-a sort of small harp-and some-
times a bow. Very often he wears a wreath of
laurel. You must take a great deal of notice of
Apollo or Phcebus, because he is the most famous
of all the gods next to Jupiter. It will help you
to know him if you think of him as always beauti-
ful, wise, and bright, but rather cruel and hard.
















PART IT.-THE FLAYED PIPER; on,
THE STORY OF MARSYAS.




THE men who filled the earth after the Great
Flood were a great deal cleverer than people
are now. A king's son named Cadmus invented
the alphabet-which is, perhaps, the most wonder-
ful thing in the world. And when he wanted to
build the city of Thebes, he got a great musician,
named Amphlon, to play to the stones and trees,
so that they, by dancing to his tunes, built them-
selves into walls and houses without the help of
any masons or carpenters. At last men became so
wonderfully clever in everything, that a physician
named .Esculapius, who was a son of Apollo, found
out how to bring back dead people to life again.
But when Jupiter heard that -Esculapius had
really made a dead man live, he was angry, and
rather frightened too. For he thought, "If men
know how to live for ever, they will become as







THE FLAYED PIPER.


great and as wise as the gods, and who knows what
will happen then ?" So he ordered the Cyclopes
to make him a thunderbolt, and he threw it down
from heaven upon AEsculapius and killed him. No
other man knew the secret of sEsculapius, and it
died with him.
But Apollo was very fond and proud of his son,
and was in a great rage with Jupiter for having killed
him. He could not punish Jupiter, but he took
his bow and arrows and shot all the Cyclopes who
had made the thunderbolt.
Then it was Jupiter's turn to be angry with
Apollo for killing his servants, who had only done
what they were told to do. He sentenced him to
be banished from the sky for nine years.
So Apollo left the sky and came down to the
earth, bringing with him nothing but his lyre.
You know that Mount Olympus, where the gods
live, is in Thessaly, so that Thessaly was the coun-
try in which Apollo found himself when he came
down from the sky. He did not know what to do
with himself for the nine years, so he went to a
king of Thessaly named Admetus, who received him
very kindly, and made him his shepherd. I don't
think Admetus could have known who Apollo was,
or he would hardly have set the great god of the
Sun to look after his sheep for him.
So Apollo spent his time pleasantly enough in
watching the king's sheep and in playing on his lyre.






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Now there was a very clever but very conceited
musician named Marsyas, who had invented the
flute, and who played on it better than anybody in
the world. One day Marsyas happened to be pass-
ing through Thessaly, when he saw a shepherd
sitting by a brook watching his sheep, and playing
to them very beautifully on a lyre. He went up
to the shepherd and said-
You play very nicely, my man. But nobody
can do much with those harps and fiddles and
trumpery stringed things. You should learn the
flute; then you'd know what music means I"
Indeed ? said Apollo. I'm sorry, for your
sake, that your ears are so hard to please. As
for me, I don't care for whistles and squeaking
machines."
Ah said Marsyas, that's because you never
heard Me!"
"And you dare to tell me," said Apollo, "that
you put a wretched squeaking flute before the lyre,
which makes music for the gods in the sky ?"
And you dare to say," said Marsyas, that a
miserable twanging, tinkling lyre is better than a
flute? What an ignorant blockhead you must
be !"
At last their wrangling about their instruments
grew to quarrelling; and then Apollo said-
We shall never settle the question in this way.
We will go to the next village and give a concert.







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You shall play your flute and I will play my lyre,
and the people shall say which is the best-yours
or mine."
With all my heart," said Marsyas. "I know
what they will say. But we must have a wager on
it. What shall it be ?"
"We will bet our skins," said Apollo. If I
lose, you shall skin me; and if you lose, I will skin
you."
"Agreed," said Marsyas.
So they went to the next village, and called the
people together to judge between the flute and the
lyre.
Marsyas played first. He played a little simple
tune on his flute so beautifully that everybody was
charmed. But Apollo then played the same tune
on his lyre, even more beautifully still.
Then Marsyas took his flute again and played
all sorts of difficult things-flourishes, runs, shakes,
everything you can think of-in the most amazing
manner, till the people thought they had never
heard anything so wonderful. And indeed never
had such flute-playing been heard.
But Apollo, instead of following him in the same
fashion, only played another simple tune-but
this time he sang while he played.
You can imagine how gloriously the god of Music
sang! You can fancy how much chance Marsyas
had of winning when Apollo's voice was carrying






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the hearts of the people away. There," said
Apollo, when he had finished, beat that if you can
-and give me your skin !"
It is not fair said Marsyas. This is not a
singing match: the question is, Which is the best
instrument-the flute or the lyre ? "
It is fair," said Apollo. If you can sing while
you are playing the flute, then I have nothing to
say. But you can't sing, you see, because you have
to use your lips and your breath in blowing into
those holes. Is not that instrument the best which
makes you sing best-Yes or No ? And if I mustn't
use my breath, you mustn't use yours."
You must judge for yourself which was right.
But the people decided for Apollo. And so Apollo,
having won the wager, took Marsyas and skinned
him, and hung his body on a tree.

















PART III.-TOO MUCH GOLD; oi, THE FIRST
STORY OF MIDAS.




THERE were other beings besides men upon the
earth in those days. You ought to know
something about them now, because Apollo, while
he was banished from the sky, had a great deal to
do with them. These beings were called Nymphs,
Fauns, and Satyrs.
The Nymphs were a kind of beautiful she-
fairies.
Dryads were nymphs who lived in forests.
Hamadryads were nymphs who lived in trees.
Every tree has a Hamadryad, who lives in it, who
is born when it first grows, and who dies when it
dies. So that a Hamadryad is killed whenever a
tree is cut down.
Naiads were nymphs belonging to brooks and
rivers.. Every stream has its Naiad.
Reads were nymphs who lived upon hills and
c






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mountains. They used to attend upon Apollo's
sister Diana, who went hunting every moonlight
night among the hills.
The Fauns and Satyrs were he-creatures, like
men, with the hind-legs of goats, short horns on
their foreheads, and long pointed ears. But there
was a difference between the Fauns and Satyrs.
The Fauns were handsome, gentle, innocent, and
rather foolish. The Satyrs were hideous, clumsy,
hairy monsters, with flat faces, little eyes, and
huge mouths, great gluttons, often drunk, and
sometimes mischievous: most of them were dull
and stupid, but many of them had plenty of sense
and knowledge. The Fauns and Satyrs lived
among the woods and hills, like the Dryads and
Oreads.
The king of all these Nymphs, Fauns, and
Satyrs was a god named Pan, who was himself
a very hideous satyr. He had nothing to do with
the gods of Olympus, but lived on the earth, chiefly
in a part of Greece called Arcadia. "Pan is the
Greek for all "-you may remember the same
word in the name of Pan-dora." He was called
"Pan because he was the god of "all" nature-
all the hills and mountains, all the woods and
forests, all the fields, rivers, and streams.
The ugliest, fattest, greediest, tipsiest, cleverest,
and wisest of all the satyrs was named Silenus.
He was hardly ever sober, but he knew so much






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and understood the world so well, that one of the
gods, named Bacchus, made Silenus his chief ad-
viser and counsellor. You will hear more of
Bacchus later on. I will only tell you now that
he was not one of the great gods of Olympus, but
lived on the earth, like Pan. Only, while Pan was
the god of all wild, savage nature, Bacchus was the
god of nature as men make it: Bacchus taught
men to turn Pan's wild woods into corn-fields and
gardens, to put bees into hives, and to make wine.
I think Silenus had an especially great deal to do
with the wine-making. You will often hear Bac-
chus called the god of wine, and so he was; but he
was a great deal more and better.
This has been a long beginning to my story;
but if you will get it well into your head, you will
find it easy to remember, and will make a great
step in understanding mythology.

Now once upon a time Silenus got very drunk
indeed-more drunk even than usual. He was
travelling about with Bacchus, but had strayed
away by himself, and, when night came on, could
not find his way back into the road. He could
do nothing but blunder and stagger about in the
middle of the thick dark forest, stumbling and
sprawling over the roots of the trees, and knocking
his head against the branches. At last he gave a
tremendous tumble into a bush, and lay there, too






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drunk and too fat to pick himself up again. So he
went to sleep and snored terribly.
Presently some huntsmen passed by, and thought
they heard some wild beast roaring. You may
guess their surprise when they found this hideous
old satyr helplessly drunk and unable to move.
But they did not catch a satyr every day: so they
took him by the head and shoulders, and brought
him as a prize to the king.
This king was King Midas of Phrygia, which is
a country in Asia Minor. As soon as King Midas
saw the satyr, he guessed him to be Silenus, the
friend of Bacchus: so he did everything to make
him comfortable till his drunkenness should pass
away. It passed away at last; and then King
Midas sent all round about to find where Bacchus
was, so that Silenus might go back to him. While
the search was being made, the king and the satyr
became great friends, and Silenus, keeping fairly
sober, gave Midas a great deal of good advice, and
taught him science and philosophy.
At last Bacchus was found; and Midas himself
brought Silenus back to him. Bacchus was ex-
ceedingly glad to see Silenus again, for he was
beginning to be afraid that he had lost him for
ever. Ask any gift you please," he said to King
Midas, and it shall be yours."
Grant me," said Midas, that everything I touch
shall turn into gold."







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Bacchus looked vexed and disappointed. But he
was bound by his promise, and said-
"It is a fool's wish. But so be it. Everything
you touch shall turn to gold."

Midas thanked Bacchus, said good-bye to Silenus
and went home. How rich he was going to be-
the richest king in the whole world He opened his
palace door, and lo the door became pure, solid
gold. He went from room to room, touching all the
furniture, till everything, bedsteads, tables, chairs,
all became gold. He got a ladder (which turned
into gold in his hands) and touched every brick
and stone in his palace, till his whole palace was
gold. His horses had golden saddles and golden
bridles. His cooks boiled water in golden kettles:
his servants swept away golden dust with golden
brooms.
When he sat down to dinner, his plate turned
to gold. He had become the richest man in the
world, thought he with joy and pride, as he helped
himself from the golden dish before him. But
suddenly his teeth jarred against something hard-
harder than bone. Had the cook put a flint into
the dish ? Alas it was nothing of the kind. His
very food, as soon as it touched his lips, turned to
solid gold !
His heart sank within him, while the meat be-
fore him mocked his hunger. Was the richest man







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in the world to starve ? A horrible fear came upon
him. He poured out wine into a golden cup, and
tried to drink, and the wine turned into gold! He
sat in despair.
What was he to do ? What was the use of
all this gold if he could not buy with it a crust of
bread or a draught of water ? The poorest plough-
man was now a richer man than the king. He
could only wander about his golden palace till
his hunger became starvation, and his thirst a fever.
At last, in his despair, he set out and followed
after Bacchus again, to implore the god to take back
the gift of gold.
At last, when nearly starved to death, he found
him. "What! said Bacchus, "are you not con-
tent yet ? Do you want more gold still ? "
Gold !" cried Midas, "I hate the horrible word !
I am starving. Make me the poorest man in the
whole world. Silenus taught me much; but I
have learned for myself that a mountain of gold
is not the worth of a single drop of dew."
"I will take back my gift, then," said Bacchus.
"But I will not give you another instead of it,
because all the gods of Olympus could not give you
anything better than this lesson. You may wash
away your folly in the first river you come to.
Good-bye-and only don't think that gold is not a
good thing because too much of it is a bad one."







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Midas ran to the banks of the river Pactolus,
which ran hard by. He threw off his golden
clothes, and hurried barefoot over the sands of the
river-and the sand, wherever his naked feet touched
it, turned to gold. He plunged into the water, and
swam through to the other side. The Curse of the
Golden Touch left him, and he ate and drank, and
never hungered after gold again. He had learned
that the best thing one can do with too much gold
is to give it away as fast as one can.
The sand of the river Pactolus is said to have
gold in it to this day.

















PART IV.-THE CRITIC; on, THE SECOND
STORY OF MIDAS.




ONCE upon a time the god Pan fell in love with
a Naiad, or water-nymph, named Syrinx. She
was very beautiful, as all the nymphs were; but
Pan, as you know, was very ugly-so ugly that she
hated him, and was afraid of him, and would have
nothing to do with him. At last, to escape from
him, she turned herself into a reed.
But even then Pan did not lose his love for her.
He gathered the reed, and made it into a musical
instrument, which he called a Syrinx. We call it
a Pan-pipe, after the name of its inventor, and be-
cause upon this pipe Pan turned into music all his
sorrow for the loss of Syrinx, making her sing of
the love to which she would not listen while she
was alive.
I suppose that King Midas still kept up his
friendship for Silenus and the satyrs, for one day







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he was by when Pan was playing on his pipe of
reeds, and he was so delighted with the music that
he cried out, How beautiful! Apollo himself is
not so great a musician as Pan!"

You remember the story of Marsyas, and how
angry Apollo was when anybody's music was put
before his own ? I suppose that some ill-natured
satyr must have told him what King Midas had
said about him and Pan. Anyway, he was very
angry indeed. And Midas, the next time he looked
at himself in his mirror, saw that his ears had been
changed into those of an Ass.
This was to show him what sort of ears those
people must have who like the common music of
earth better than the music which the gods send
down to us from the sky. But, as you may sup-
pose, it made Midas very miserable and ashamed.
All my people will think their king an Ass," he
thought to himself, and that would never do."
So he made a very large cap to cover his ears,
and never took it off, so that nobody might see
what had happened to him. But one of his ser-
vants, who was very prying and curious, wondered
why the king should always wear that large cap,
and what it was that he could want to hide. He
watched and watched for a long time in vain.
But at last he hid himself in the king's bed-
room; and when Midas undressed to go to bed,







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he saw, to his amazement, that his master had Ass's
ears.
He was very frightened too, as well as amazed.
He could not bear to keep such a curious and sur-
prising secret about the king all to himself, for he
was a great gossip, like most people who pry into
other people's affairs. But he thought to himself,
" If I tell about the king's ears he will most cer-
tainly cut off my own! But I must tell somebody.
Whom shall I tell ? "
So, when he could bear the secret no longer, he
dug a hole into the ground, and whispered into it,
"King Midas has the Ears of an Ass!" Then,
having thus eased his mind, he filled up the hole
again, so that the secret might be buried in the
earth for ever.

But all the same, before a month had passed,
the secret about the king's ears was known to all
the land. How could that be? The king still
wore his cap, and the servant had never dared to
speak about it to man, woman, or child. You will
never be able to guess how the secret got abroad
without being told.
It was in this way. Some reeds grew up out of
the place where the servant had made the hole,
and of course the reeds had heard what had been
whispered into the ground where their roots were.
And they were no more able to keep such a won-







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derful secret to themselves than the servant had
been. Whenever the wind blew through them they
rustled, and their rustle said, King Midas has the
Ears of an Ass The wind heard the words of the
reeds, and carried the news through all the land,
wherever it blew, King Midas has the Ears of an
Ass!" And all the people heard the voice of the
wind, and said to one another, "What a wonderful
thing-King Midas has the Ears of an Ass !"


















PART V.-SOME FLOWER STORIES.




I.-THE LAUREL.

ONE day, Apollo, while following his flock of
sheep, met a little boy playing with a bow
and arrows.
"That isn't much of a bow you've got there,"
said Apollo.
Isn't it ? said the boy. Perhaps not; but
all the same, I don't believe you've got a better,
though you're so big and I'm so small."
Now you know that Apollo never could bear to
be told that anybody could have anything, or do any-
thing, better than he. You remember how he treated
Marsyas and Midas for saying the same kind of
thing. So he took his own bow from his shoulder,
and showed it to the boy, and said, "As you think
you know so much about bows and arrows, look at
that; perhaps you'll say that the bow which killed







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the great serpent Python isn't stronger than your
trumpery little toy."
The boy took Apollo's bow and tried to bend it:
but it was much too strong for him. But never
mind," said he. My little bow and arrows are
better than your big ones, all the same."
Apollo was half angry and half amused. "You
little blockhead! how do you make out that ?"
asked he.
"Because," said the boy, "your bow can kill
everybody else-but mine can conquer you. You
shall see."
And so saying he let fly one of his arrows right
into Apollo's heart. The arrow was so little that
Apollo felt nothing more than the prick of a pin:
he only laughed at the boy's nonsense, and went on
his way as if nothing had happened.

But Apollo would not have thought so little of
the matter if he had known that his heart had been
pricked by a magic arrow. The boy's name was
Cupid: and you will read a good deal about him
both in this book and in others. Oddly enough,
though the boy was one of the gods of Olympus,
Apollo had never seen him before, and knew
nothing about him. Perhaps Cupid had not been
born when Apollo was banished from the sky.
However this may be, there is no doubt about what
Cupid's arrows could do. If he shot into the







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hearts of two people at the same time with two of
his golden arrows, they loved each other, and were
happy. But if he shot only one heart, as he did
Apollo's, that person was made to love somebody
who did not love him in return, and perhaps hated
him: so he became very miserable.
So it happened to Apollo. He became very
fond of a nymph named Daphne. But though he
was so great and glorious a god, and she only a
Naiad, she was only afraid of him and would have
nothing to do with him-because Cupid, out of
mischief, shot her heart with one of his leaden
arrows, which prevented love. Apollo prayed her
to like him; but she could not, and when she
saw him coming used to hide away at the bottom
of her river.
But one day she was rambling in a wood a
long way from her home. And, to her alarm, she
suddenly saw Apollo coming towards her. She
took to her heels and ran. She ran very fast
indeed; but her river was far away, and Apollo
kept gaining upon her-for nobody on the earth
or in the sky could run so fast as he. At last she
was so tired and so frightened that she could run
no longer, and was obliged to stand still.
Rather than let Apollo touch me," she said, I
would be a Hamadryad, and never be able to run
again !"
She wished it so hard, that suddenly she felt her






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feet take root in the earth. Then her arms turned
to branches, and her fingers to twigs, and her hair
to leaves. And when Apollo reached the spot, he
found nothing but a laurel bush growing where
Daphne had been.

That is why Daphne" is the Greek for
" Laurel." And for ever after Apollo loved the
bush into which Daphne had been turned. You
may know Apollo in pictures by his laurel wreath
as well as by his lyre and bow.
It is a very ancient saying that "Love con-
quers all things." And that is exactly what Cupid
meant by saying that his toy-bow was stronger
even than the bow which had killed Python,
and could conquer with ease even the god of
the Sun.


II.-THE HYACINTH.

You remember that Apollo and Diana were born in
the island of Delos. The part of Delos where they
were born was a mountain called Cynthus ; and for
that reason Apollo was often called Cynthius, and
Diana, Cynthia. Bear this in mind, in order to
follow this story.

While Apollo was on earth, Amyclas, the King of
Sparta, engaged him to be the teacher of his son.






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This boy, named Hyacinthus, was so handsome and
so amiable that Apollo became exceedingly fond of
him; indeed, he could not bear to be away from his
pupil's company.
But the west wind, whose name is Zephyrus,
was also very fond of the boy, whose chief friend he
had been before Apollo came. He was afraid that
the son of Amyclas liked Apollo best; and this
thought filled him with jealousy. One day, as lie
was blowing about the king's garden, he saw Apollo
and the boy playing at quoits together. Quoits "
are heavy rings made of iron: each player takes
one, and throws it with all his strength at a peg
fixed in the ground, and the one who throws his
quoit nearest to the peg wins the game. Zephyrus
was so angry and jealous to see the two friends
amusing themselves while he was blowing about all
alone, that he determined to be revenged upon both
of them.
First of all the boy threw his quoit, and came
very near to the peg indeed-so near that even
Apollo, who could do everything better than any-
body, thought he should find it very hard to
beat him. The peg was a great way off, so Apollo
took up the heaviest quoit, aimed perfectly straight,
and sent it flying like a thunderbolt through the
air. But Zephyrus, who was waiting, gave a great
blast, and blew Apollo's quoit as it was flying, so
that it struck the boy, who fell to the ground.







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It was a cruel thing altogether. Apollo thought
that he himself had struck his friend by aiming
badly : the boy thought the same, for neither could
tell it was Zephyrus,-nobody has ever seen the
wind.
So perished Hyacinthus: nor could Apollo do
anything to show his love and grief for his friend
except change him into a flower, which is called
Hyacinth to this day. It is said that, if you look,
you will find Hya written in Greek letters upon
every petal of the flower. Some people, however,
say that it is not Hya" at all, but Aiai," which
means alas." I don't know which is true; but
if you will some day look at the petal of a
hyacinth through a microscope (the stronger the
better, I should say) you will find out for your-
self and be able to tell me.

Apollo seems to have been rather fond of turning
his friends into trees and flowers. There was
another friend of his named Cyprissus, who once,
by accident, killed one of Apollo's favourite stags,
and was so sorry for what he had done, and pined
away so miserably, that the god, to put him out
of his misery, changed him into a cypress tree.
" Cypress" comes from Cyprissus, as you will
easily see. And we still plant the cypress in
churchyards, because it is the tree of tears and
mourning that cannot be cured.
D






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III.-THE SUN-FLOWER.

THERE was a nymph named Clytie, who was so
beautiful that Apollo fell in love with her. She
was very proud and glad of being loved by the god
of the Sun, and loved him a great deal more than
he loved her. But she believed that his love was
as great as her own: and so she lived happily for
a long time.
But one day, Apollo happened to see a king's
daughter, whose name was LeuctthWe. He thought
she was the most beautiful creature he had ever
seen: so he fell in love with her, and forgot Clytie
as much as if there was nobody but Leucothoe in
the world. Clytie, however, knew nothing of all
this, and only wondered why Apollo never came to
see her any more.
Now the king, whose name was Orchamus, kept
his daughter very strictly: and did not wish her to
have anything to do with Apollo. I suppose he was
afraid of Apollo's loving her for a time, and then
leaving her to be miserable and unhappy, as hap-
pened to many nymphs and princesses in those
days besides Clytie. So when King Orchamus found
that Apollo was making love to Leucothoe, he shut
her up in his palace, and would not allow her to go
out or anybody else to go in.
But Apollo was much too clever to be beaten in







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that way. He disguised himself as Leucothoe's own
mother, and so came to see her whenever he pleased,
without anybody being anything the wiser. And so
everything went on just as he wished, if it had not
been for Clytie, whom he had treated just as King
Orchamus was afraid he would treat Leucothoe.
Clytie wondered why Apollo never came to see
her till she could bear it no longer; and she watched
him, to find out what was the reason of it all. She
watched till at last she saw somebody who looked
like a queen go into the palace of King Orcha-
mus. But she knew Apollo much too well to be
taken in by any disguise. She secretly followed
him into the palace, and found him making love
to Leucothoe.
In her misery and jealousy, she went straight to
King Orchamus, and told him what she had seen.
Perhaps she hoped that the king would send his
daughter away altogether, so that Apollo would then
come back to her. She could not possibly foresee
what would really happen. King Orchamus was
so enraged with his daughter for receiving Apollo's
visits against his commands that he ordered
Leucothoe to be buried alive. Of course he could
not punish Apollo: because Apollo was a god, while
he was only a king.
Perhaps you will think that Apollo might have
managed to save Leucothoe from such a terrible
death as her father had ordered for her. As he did







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not, I suppose that King Orchamus had her buried
before anybody could tell the news-at any rate
she was dead when Apollo arrived at her grave.
All he could do for her was to show his love and
his sorrow by turning her into a tree from which
people take a sweet-smelling gum called myrrh.
As to Clytie, whose jealousy had caused the death
of the princess, he refused ever to speak to her or
look at her again: and he turned her into a sun-
flower, which has no perfume like the myrrh-tree
into which he had changed Leucothoe. But, in
spite of his scorn and of everything he could do to
her, Clytie loved him still: and though he would
not look at her, she still spends her whole time in
gazing up at him with her blossoms, which are her
eyes. People say that the blossoms of the sun-
flower always turn towards the sun-towards the
east when he is rising, towards the west when he
is setting, and straight up at noon, when he is in
the middle of the sky. Of course, like all other
blossoms, they close at night, when he is no longer
to be seen. As for the sun himself, I expect he has
forgotten both Clytie and Leucothoe long ago; and
sees no difference between them and any other trees
or flowers.







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IV.-THE NARCISSUS.

THIS story has nothing to do with Apollo: but
I may as well tell it among the other flower
stories.

There was a very beautiful nymph named Echo,
who had never, in all her life, seen anybody hand-
somer than the god Pan. You have read that Pan
was the chief of all the Satyrs, and what hideous
monsters the Satyrs were. So, when Pan made
love to her, she very naturally kept him at a dis-
tance: and, as she supposed him to be no worse-
looking than the rest of the world, she made up
her mind to have nothing to do with love or love-
making, and was quite content to ramble about the
woods all alone.
But one day, to her surprise, she happened to
meet with a young man who was as different from
Pan as any creature could be. Instead of having a
goat's legs and long hairy arms, he was as graceful
as Apollo himself: no horns grew out of his fore-
head, and his ears were not long, pointed, and
covered with hair, but just like Echo's own. And
he was just as beautiful in face as he was graceful
in form. I doubt if Echo would have thought even
Apollo himself so beautiful.
The nymphs were rather shy, and Echo was the







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very shyest of them all. But she admired him so
much that she could not leave the spot, and at last
she even plucked up courage enough to ask him,
" What is the name of the most beautiful being in
the whole world ?"
"Whom do you mean ? asked he. Yourself ?
If you want to know your own name, you can tell
it better than I can."
No," said Echo, I don't mean myself. I mean
you. What is your name ?"
My name is Narcissus," said he. But as for
my being beautiful-that is absurd."
"Narcissus !" repeated Echo to herself. It is
a beautiful name. Which of the nymphs have you
come to meet here in these woods all alone ? She
is lucky-whoever she may be."
I have come to meet nobody," said Narcissus.
"But-am I really so beautiful ? I have often
been told so by other girls, of course; but really
it is more than I can quite believe."
And you don't care for any of those girls ? "
Why, you see," said Narcissus, when all the
girls one knows call one beautiful, there's no reason
why I should care for one more than another.
They all seem alike when they are all always saying
just the same thing. Ah I do wish I could see
myself, so that I could tell if it was really true.
I would marry the girl who could give me the wish
of my heart-to see myself as other people see me.







SOME FLOWER STORIES.


But as nobody can make me do that, why, I sup-
pose I shall get on very well without marrying
anybody at all."
Looking-glasses had not been invented in those
days, so that Narcissus had really never seen even
so much of himself as his chin.
What !" cried Echo, full of hope and joy ; if
I make you see your own face, you will marry
me ?"
I said so," said he. "And of course what I
say I'll do, I'll do."
Then-come with me !"

Echo took him by the hand and led him to the
edge of a little lake in the middle of the wood, full
of clear water.
Kneel down, Narcissus," said she, and bend
your eyes over the water-side. That lake is the
mirror where Diana comes every morning to dress
her hair, and in which, every night, the moon and
the stars behold themselves. Look into that water,
and see what manner of man you are !"
Narcissus kneeled down and looked into the lake.
And, better than in any common looking-glass, he
saw the reflected image of his own face-and he
looked, and looked, and could not take his eyes
away.
But Echo at last grew tired of waiting. Have
you forgotten what you promised me ? asked she.







APOLLO.


" Are you content now ? Do you see now that what
I told you is true ? "
He lifted his eyes at last. Oh, beautiful crea-
ture that I am said he. I am indeed the most
divine creature in the whole wide world. I love
myself madly. Go away. I want to be with my
beautiful image, with myself, all alone. I can't
marry you. I shall never love anybody but myself
for the rest of my days." And he kneeled down
and gazed at himself once more, while poor Echo
had to go weeping away.
Narcissus had spoken truly. He loved himself
and his own face so much that he could think of
nothing else: he spent all his days and nights by
the lake, and never took his eyes away. But un-
luckily his image, which was only a shadow in the
water, could not love him back again. And so he
pined away until he died. And when his friends
came to look for his body, they found nothing but
a flower, into which his soul had turned. So they
called it the Narcissus, and we call it so still. And
yet I don't know that it is a particularly conceited
or selfish flower.

As for poor Echo, she pined away too. She
faded and faded until nothing was left of her but
her voice. There are many places where she can
even now be heard. And she still has the same







SOME FLOWER STORIES.


trick of saying to vain and foolish people whatever
they say to themselves, or whatever they would
like best to hear said to them. If you go where
Echo is, and call out loudly, I am beautiful!"-
she will echo your very words.











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PART VI.-PRESUMPTION; oR, THE STORY
OF PHAETHON.




THERE was a nymph named Clmnmne, who had a
son so handsome that he was called Phalthon,
which means, in Greek, Bright, radiant, shining,"
like the sun. When he grew up, the goddess
Venus was so charmed with him that she made
him the chief ruler of all her temples, and took
him into such high favour that all his friends
and companions were filled with envy.
One day, when Phaithon was foolishly i1.r...i.,
about his own beauty and greatness, and how much
he was put by a goddess above other men, one
of his companions, named Epqphus, answered him,
scornfully-
Ah you may boast and brag, but you are a
nobody after all! My father was Jupiter, as every-
body knows ; but who was yours ? "







PRESUMPTION.


So Phaethon went to his mother Clymene, and
said-
"Mother, they taunt me for not being the son
of a god; me, who am fit to be a god myself for
my grace and beauty. Who was my father ? He
must at least have been some great king, to be
the father of such a son as I."
"A king!" said Clymene. "Ay and a
greater than all kings! Tell them, from me, that
your father is Phcebus Apollo, the god of the
Sun! "
But when he went back and told his friends,
My father is Phcebus Apollo, the god of the Sun,"
Epaphus and the others only scorned him and
laughed at him the more. You've caught your
bragging from your mother," said they. You're
her son, anyhow, whoever your father may be."
When Clymene heard this, she felt terribly
offended. Then I will prove my words," said
she. "Go to the Palace of the Sun and enter
boldly. There you will see the Sun-god in all
his glory. Demand of him to declare you to be
his son openly before all the world, so that even
the sons of Jupiter shall hang their heads for
shame."
If Apollo had been still banished upon earth, of
course Phaithon could have found him very easily.
But the nine years of banishment were over now,
and the only way to find the god of the Sun







APOLLO.


was to seek him in his palace above the sky.
How Phaithon managed to get there I have never
heard; but I suppose his mother was able to
tell him the secret way. You may imagine the
glorious and wonderful place it was-the House
of the Sun, with the stars for the windows that
are lighted up at night, and the clouds for curtains,
and the blue sky for a garden, and the Zodiac for a
carriage-drive. The sun itself, as you have heard,
is the chariot of Apollo, drawn by four horses
of white fire, who feed on golden grain, and are
driven by the god himself round and round the
world. Phaithon entered boldly, as his mother
had told him, found Apollo in all his glory, and
said-
My mother, Clymene, says that I am your
son. Is it true ?"
Certainly," said Apollo, it is true."
"Then give me a sign," said Phauthon, that all
may know and believe. Make me sure that I
am your son."
Tell them that I say so," said Apollo. There
-don't hinder me any more. My horses are har-
nessed: it is time for the sun to rise."
No," said Phaithon, "they will only say that
I brag and lie. Give me a sign for all the
world to see- a sign that only a father would
give to his own child."
"Very well," said Apollo, who was getting







PRESUMPTION.


impatient at being so hindered. Only tell me
what you want me to do, and it shall be
done."
"You swear it-by Styx ?" said Phaethon.
Now you must know that the Styx was a
river in Hades by which the gods swore; and that
an oath "by Styx" was as binding upon a god
as a plain promise is upon a gentleman.
"I swear it-by Styx! said Apollo, rather
rashly, as you will see. But he was now in a
very great hurry indeed.
Then," said Phaethon, let me drive the horses
of the Sun for one whole day !"

This put Apollo in terrible alarm, for he knew
very well that no hand, not even a god's, can drive
the horses of the Sun but his own. But he had
sworn by Styx-the oath that cannot be broken.
All he could do was to keep the world waiting for
sunrise while he showed Phaithon how to hold the
reins and the whip, and pointed out what course to
take, and warned him of the dangers of the road.
But it's all of no use. You'll never do it," said
he. "Give it up, while there is yet time! You
know not what you do."
"Oh, but I do, though," said PhaLthon. "I
know I can. There-I understand it all now,
without another word." So saying, he sprang into
the chariot, seized the reins, and gave the four fiery







APOLLO.


horses four lashes that sent them flying like comets
through the air.
Hold them in-hold them hard cried Apollo.
But Phaethon was off, and too far off to hear.

Off indeed and where ? The world must have
been amazed that day to see the sun rise like a
rocket and go dashing about the sky, north, south,
east, west-anywhere, nowhere, everywhere Well
the horses knew that it was not Apollo, their
master, who plied the whip and held the reins.
They took their bits between their teeth, and-
bolted. They kicked a planet to bits (astronomers
know where the pieces are still): they broke holes
in the chariot which we can see, and call "sun-
spots," to this day: it was as if chaos were come
again. At last, PhaGthon, whose own head was
reeling, saw to his horror that the horses, in their
mad rush, were getting nearer and nearer to the
earth itself-and what would happen then ? If
the wheels touched the globe we live on, it would
be scorched to a cinder. Nearer, nearer, nearer it
came-till a last wild kick broke the traces, over-
turned the sun itself, and Phaithon fell, and fell,
and fell, till he fell into the sea, and was drowned.
And then the horses trotted quietly home.

The story of Phaithon is always taken as a warn-
ing against being conceited and self-willed. But







PRESUMPTION. 63

there are some curious things about it still to be
told. The Greeks fancied that the great desert of
Sahara, in Africa, is the place where the earth was
scorched by the sun's chariot-wheel, and that the
African negroes were burned black in the same way,
and have never got white again. And the poplars
are Phaethon's sisters, who wept themselves for his
death into trees.










evr- consteation; and each is sup-









creature or thin"-such as the Great Bear, the
DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION.




_:fancied t'OU know that the fixed stars are

'which t.' tons. A m ame e has been given to
'stellatin -- every constellation; and each is sup-
posed to be like the shape of some
creature or thing--such as the Great Bear, the
Swan, the th e ge, the Dragon, and so on.
Most of their names were given by the Greeks, who
fancied they could see in them the shapes after
which they were named. We have kept the old
names, and still paint the supposed figure of each
constellation on the celestial globe, which is the
image or map of the sky.
Now the grandest, brightest, and largest of all
the constellations is named Orion. It is supposed
to represent a giant, with a girdle and a sword,







DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION.


and is rather more like what is fancied than
most of the constellations are. You are now going
to read the story of Orion, and how he came to be
placed among the stars. You may notice, by the
way, that the planets, the sun, and the moon are
named after gods and goddesses; the fixed stars
after mortals who were raised to the skies.

There was once a man named Hyrieus, whose
wife died, and he loved her so much, and was so
overcome with grief that he vowed never to marry
again. But she left him no children. And when,
in course of time, he grew old, he sadly felt the
want of sons and daughters to make his old age
less hard and lonely.
One day it happened that Jupiter, Neptune, and
Mercury (who was one of the gods, and Jupiter's
chief minister and messenger) were on a visit to
earth. The night fell, and they grew tired and
hungry. So they wandered on to find rest and
food; and, as luck would have it, they came to the
cottage of Hyrieus, and asked for shelter. Hyrieus
thought they were only three poor benighted trav-
ellers who had lost their way. But he was very
good and charitable, so he asked them in and gave
them the best fare he had-bread, roots, and wine-
he himself waiting upon them, and trying to make
them comfortable. He poured out a cup of wine,
and offered it first to Neptune. But Neptune, in-






66 DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION.

stead of drinking it, rose from his seat and gave
the cup to Jupiter, like a subject to a king who
should be first served. You may not think there
was much to notice in this; but Hyrieus noticed
it, and then, looking intently upon the stranger to
whom Neptune had given the cup, he was struck
by a sudden religious awe that told him he was in
the presence of the king and father of gods and
men. He straightway fell on his knees and said-
I am poor and humble; but I have in my stall
one ox to plough my field. I will gladly offer him
up as a sacrifice for joy that Jupiter has thought
me worthy to give him bread and wine."
You are a good and pious man," said Jupiter.
"Ask of us any gift you please, and it shall be yours."
My wife is dead," said Hyrieus, and I have
vowed never to marry again. But let me have a
child."
Take the ox," said Jupiter, and sacrifice him."
So Hyrieus, being full of faith, sacrificed his ox,
and, at the bidding of Jupiter, buried the skin.
And from that skin, and out of the ground, there
grew a child, who was named Orion.

Orion grew and grew till he became a giant, of
wonderful strength and splendid beauty. He took
the most loving care of Hyrieus, and was the best
of sons to him. But when the old man died,
Orion went out into the world to seek his fortune.







DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION.


And the first service he found was that of Diana,
the sister of Apollo, and queen and goddess of the
Moon.
Diana, however, had a great deal to do besides
looking after the moon. She was three goddesses
in one-a goddess of the sky, a goddess of earth,
and a goddess of Hades besides. In heaven she
was called Luna, whose duty is to light the world
when Apollo is off duty. In Hades she was called
H1cte,, who, with her sceptre, rules the ghosts of
dead souls. And on earth her name is Diana, the
queen of forests and mountains, of wild animals
and hunters. She wears a crescent on her forehead
and a quiver at her back; her limbs are bare, and
she holds a bow, with which she shoots as well as
her brother Apollo. Just as he is called Phlo-
bus, so she is often called Phcebe. She goes hunt-
ing all night among the hills and woods, attended
by the Nymphs and Oreads, of whom she is queen.
There are not so many stories about her as about
the other gods and goddesses, and yet she is really
the most interesting of them all, as you will see
some day.
This great strange goddess had sworn never to
love or marry-had sworn it by Styx, I suppose.
But Orion was so beautiful and so strong and so
great a hunter that she went as near to loving him
as she ever did to loving any one. She had him
always with her, and could never bear him to leave







68 DIANA; AND TIE STORY OF ORION.

her. But Orion never thought of becoming the
husband of a goddess, and he fell in love with a
mortal princess, the daughter of CEnopion, King of
Chios, an island in the JEgean Sea.
When, however, he asked the king for his daugh-
ter, (Enopion was terribly frightened at the idea of
having a giant for his son-in-law. But he dared
not say No." He answered him-
"My kingdom is overrun with terrible wild
beasts. I will give my daughter to the man who
kills them all." He said this, feeling sure that
any man who tried to kill all the wild beasts in
Chios would himself be killed.
But Orion went out, and killed all the wild
beasts in no time, with his club and his sword.
Then Cnopion was still more afraid of him, and
said-
"You have won my daughter. But, before you
marry her, let us drink together, in honour of this
joyful day."
Orion, thinking no harm, went with (Enopion
to the sea-shore, where they sat down and drank
together. But CEnopion (whose name means The
Wine-Drinker") knew a great deal more about what
wine will do, and how to keep sober, than Orion.
So before long Orion fell asleep with the strong
Chian wine, which the king had invented; and
when Orion was sound asleep, CEnopion put out
both his eyes.







DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION.


The giant' awoke to find himself blind, and did
not know what to do or which way to go. But at
last, in the midst of his despair, he heard the sound
of a blacksmith's forge. Guided by the clang, he
reached the place, and prayed the blacksmith to
climb up on his shoulders, and so lend him his
eyes to guide him.
The blacksmith consented, and seated himself on
the giant's shoulder. Then said Orion-
Guide me to the place where I can see the first
sunbeam that rises at daybreak in the east over the
sea."
Orion strode out, and the blacksmith guided
him, and at last they came to the place where the
earliest sunbeam first strikes upon human eyes. It
struck upon Orion's, and it gave him back his sight
again. Then, thanking the blacksmith, he plunged
into the sea to swim back to Diana.

Now Apollo had long noticed his sister's affec-
tion for Orion, and was very much afraid for fear
she should break her vow against love and marriage.
To break an oath would be a horrible thing for a
goddess to do. While Orion was away, making
love and killing wild beasts in Chios, there was no
fear; but now he was coming back, there was no
knowing what might happen. So he thought of a
trick to get rid of Orion, and he said-
"My sister, some people say that you can







70 DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION.

shoot as well as I can. Now, of course, that is
absurd."
Why absurd ? asked Diana. I can shoot
quite as well as you."
We will soon see that," said Apollo. Do you
see that little dark speck out there, in the sea ? I
wager that you won't hit it, and that I can."
"We will see," said Diana. So she drew her
bow and shot her arrow at the little dark speck, that
seemed dancing on the waves miles and miles away.
To hit it seemed impossible. But Diana's arrow
went true. The speck was hit-it sank, and rose
no more.

It was the head of Orion, who was swimming
back to Diana. She had been tricked into killing
him with an arrow from her own bow. All she
could do was to place him among the stars.

So her vow was kept; and from that time she
never allowed herself to be seen by a man. Women
may see her; but if men see her, they go mad or
die. There is a terrible story of a hunter named
Action, who once happened to catch a glimpse of
her as she was bathing in a pool. She instantly
turned him into a stag, so that his own dogs fell
upon him and killed him. And another time, when
she saw a shepherd named Endymion on Mount
Latmos, and could not help wishing to kiss him for







DIANA; AND THE STORY OF ORION. 71

his beauty, she covered herself with clouds as she
stooped, and threw him into a deep sleep, so that
he might not see her face, or know that he had
been kissed by the moon. Only from that hour he
became a poet and a prophet, full of strange fan-
cies; and it is said that every man becomes a mad-
man or a poet who goes to sleep in the moonlight
on the top of a hill. Diana comes and kisses him
in his dreams,










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*` n -r








MINERVA; OR, WISDOM.




6 -_.--'-^ NE day Jupiter had a very bad head-
Sa'che. He had never had one be-
.. ) fore, so he did not know what
'--'- it was or what to do. One god
recommended one thing and another
proposed another, and Jupiter tried them all; but
the more things he tried the worse the headache
grew. At last he said-
"I can't stand this any more. Vulcan, bring
your great sledge-hammer and split open my skull.
Kill or cure."
Vulcan brought his sledge-hammer and split open
Jupiter's skull with a single blow. And out there
came a fine, full-grown goddess, clad in complete
armour from head to foot, armed with a spear
and shield, and with beautiful large blue eyes.







MINERVA; OR, WISDOM.


She was Minerva (or, in Greek, Athine), the
Wisdom that comes from Jupiter's brain, and makes
it ache sometimes.
Minerva was wonderfully good as well as won-
derfully wise : not that there is much difference
between goodness and wisdom. She is the only
goddess, or god either, who never did a foolish, an
unkind, or a wrong thing. By the way, though, she
once took it into her head that she could play the
flute, and the gods laughed at her; but when she
looked into a brook and saw what ugly faces
she made when she played, she knew at once what
made the gods laugh, laughed at herself, threw the
flute away, and never played it again; so she was
even ,wise enough not to be vain, or to think she
could do well what she did badly.
The only bad thing about good people is that
there are so few good stories to tell of them. She
was Jupiter's favourite daughter, and no wonder;
and she was the only one of all the gods and
goddesses whom he allowed to use his thunder. She
was the only one he could trust, I suppose. She
was rather too fond of fighting, considering that she
was a lady, but she was as good at her needle as
her sword. She was so good at spinning, that a
woman named Arachne, who was the best spinner
and seamstress in the world, hanged herself in
despair because she could not spin a web so neatly
and finely as Minerva. The goddess turned her







MINERVA; OR, WISDOM.


into a spider, who is still the finest spinner in
the world, next to Minerva alone.
Once the people of Attica wanted a name for
their capital, which they had just been building.
They asked the gods, and the gods in council de-
creed that the new city should be named by the god
who should give the most useful new present to
mankind. Neptune struck the earth with his tri-
dent, and out sprang the horse, and nobody thought
that his gift could be beaten. But Minerva planted
the olive, which is the plant of peace. So the gods
gave the honour of naming the new city to Minerva,
because the emblem of peace is better than the
horse, who is the emblem of war. The name she
gave was from her own-Athnm;; and the city is
called Athens to this day. The Athenians always
paid their chief worship to their goddess-godmother.

Minerva was very handsome, but rather manly-
looking for a goddess, and grave; her most famous
feature was her blue eyes. The Blue-eyed Maid"
is one of her most usual titles in poetry. She
wore a large helmet with waving plumes; in one
hand she held a spear; on her left arm she car-
ried the shield on which was the head of the
Gorgon Medusa, with living snakes darting from it.
But sometimes she carried a distaff instead of a
spear. The olive was of course sacred to her, and
her favourite bird is the owl, who is always called
the Bird of Wisdom.











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VEN-U S.




PART I.-THE GOD OF FIRE.

S OU may remember reading, at the end
,:' of the story of "The Gods and the
,, I Giants," that the quarrels of Jupiter
and Juno never ceased to disturb
the peace of the sky where the gods
dwell. Juno's temper was terrible, and so was her
jealousy, and her pride was beyond all bounds. On
the other hand, her character was without reproach,
while Jupiter was the worst husband in the whole
of heaven. To such a pitch did their quarrels at
last reach, that Juno went away to earth, vowing
never to see Jupiter again.
I suppose, however, that Jupiter loved Juno in
the depth of his heart, or else he was afraid of the











- _' --, -.


VEN-U S.




PART I.-THE GOD OF FIRE.

S OU may remember reading, at the end
,:' of the story of "The Gods and the
,, I Giants," that the quarrels of Jupiter
and Juno never ceased to disturb
the peace of the sky where the gods
dwell. Juno's temper was terrible, and so was her
jealousy, and her pride was beyond all bounds. On
the other hand, her character was without reproach,
while Jupiter was the worst husband in the whole
of heaven. To such a pitch did their quarrels at
last reach, that Juno went away to earth, vowing
never to see Jupiter again.
I suppose, however, that Jupiter loved Juno in
the depth of his heart, or else he was afraid of the







VENUS.


scandal that would follow upon a separation between
the King and Queen of Heaven. At any rate he
consulted his friends as to how the quarrel could
be made up, and was advised by one of them, King
Cithreron of Platmea, to have it announced that he
was about to make some other goddess his queen.
On hearing the news, back flew Juno in a rage to
the sky to stop the marriage, and finding that there
was no marriage to stop, consented to remain, and
to forgive her husband once more.
But to quarrel once always makes it easier and
easier to quarrel again, and harder and harder to
keep love or friendship alive. And before long
came another quarrel-the worst of all. Juno
scolded furiously, and Jupiter at last said-
Enough. You shall destroy the peace of
heaven no longer. Out you shall go."
"All the better," said Juno. I will go back
to earth as I did before. And I am not going to
be tricked by your false stories a second time."
No," said Jupiter; "the happiness of the earth
is as dear to me as the happiness of the sky. You
shall neither go to earth nor stay in heaven."
Taking a long golden chain, he fastened it round
her, under her shoulders. Then he sent for one of
the Cyclopes' anvils, and fastened it to her feet.
Securing the other end of the chain to the key-
stone of the rainbow, he let her down, so that Juno
hung suspended in mid-air, neither upon the earth







THE GOD OF FIRE.


nor in the sky, while the anvil at her feet prevented
her from swinging and from climbing up again by
the chain.
It was a terrible position for Juno. Her anger
was still at full heat, and such a degradation, in
full sight of gods and men, was a heavy wound to
her pride, not to speak of the bodily pain which
she had helplessly to bear. But she scorned to
beg for pardon. So there she hung, plotting re-
venge, until night came-till Apollo was asleep
under the sea, and Diana was away hunting, and
Jupiter, making the most of his long-lost quiet, was
dozing upon his throne. Then Juno, who certainly
could not sleep with an anvil dragging at her legs
and a chain at her shoulders, heard a whisper from
above, "Hush! Don't start-don't scream; keep
quite still, and I'll soon draw your majesty up
again."
Not that Juno had thought of starting or scream-
ing-she was much too dignified. Besides, the
whisper, though rather rough and hoarse, was very
pleasant to hear just then. For she recognized the
voice of Vulcan, her own son, and she knew that
he was going to help her.
So she kept quite quiet as she was bidden, and
presently she felt herself, anvil and all, being drawn
very slowly upwards, just as you may have seen a
heavy sack drawn up by a machine to a warehouse
window. It must have been rather painful being







VENUS.


dragged up while the anvil 1,... ..1 her down; but
she found herself on firm sky at last, and sighed
with relief when Vulcan, whipping out his knife,
cut the cord at her feet, and let the anvil go thun-
dering down upon the earth below.
You can fancy what a clatter it made. People
started out of their sleep-not that that mattered.
But it did matter that Jupiter started out of his.
He sprang from his throne, and saw at once what
had happened. The next moment, with a tremen-
dous kick, he sent Vulcan flying after the anvil.
Vulcan fell and fell, spinning through space, till
he lost his senses, and then-

The anvil had fallen upon the island of Lemnos,
and the islanders, rushing out of their houses to see
what the crash and clatter could be about, were
amazed to see what looked like a confused bundle
of legs and arms tumbling and whirling through
the air. As it came nearer, it seemed to be a
human figure. So the people made a sort of net-
work of their arms, to catch it and prevent its being
dashed to pieces.
And lucky it was for Vulcan that they did. For
when he came to himself he found himself with
nothing worse the matter than one leg badly
broken.
God though lie was, he always remained lame,
and he was naturally somewhat deformed. But







THE GOD OF FIRE.


neither lameness nor deformity prevented his hav-
ing amazing strength; and he was as clever as he
was strong. The people of Lemnos treated him
kindly, and he in return taught them to work in
metals. They built him a palace, and he set up
forges and furnaces, and made all sorts of useful and
curious things. He used to work at the forges himself,
blowing the fires and wielding the hammer. Among
the curious things he made were two mechanical
statues, which seemed alive, walked about with him,
and even helped him in his work. And at last
there came into his head a plan for getting called
back into heaven. So he shut himself up in his
smithy with his two mechanical workmen, and let
nobody know what he was doing there. Those
mechanical workmen were among the most useful
things he made, for he could trust them to help
him in his most secret work without understanding
it or being able to tell how it was done.

One day the gods up in heaven were excited by
the arrival of a splendid golden throne-a present
from the earth for Jupiter. How it came there
nobody knew. But there it was, and all agreed
that nothing so magnificent in its way had ever
been seen before even in the skies. Jupiter was
about to try how it felt to sit upon, when Juno,
jealous even of that, went quickly before him and
seated herself.






VENUS.


"All! that is a comfortable throne!" she ex-
claimed. "There is nothing like gold to sit upon,
after all."
Jupiter was annoyed with Juno's behaviour, as
indeed he was with most things she did. As, how-
ever, he did not like to make another scene before
all the gods and goddesses, he waited patiently for
her to get up again. But she did not move.
At last-" I think that is my throne," he hinted,
in a tone. which seemed gentle, but which Juno
understood exceedingly well. Still she did not
move.
Thrones are not meant to go to sleep upon,"
he said in a yet more meaning way.
And still she did not move.
"Get up!" he thundered at last, his patience
gone.
I can't !" was all she could say, as she made a.
vain effort to rise. The throne is holding me with
its arms !"
And so it proved. Juno was held so tightly
by the throne that she could scarcely struggle.
It was very strange. And presently it became
stranger still. Neither the authority of Jupiter,
nor all the strength and skill of all Olympus
together, could loosen the clutch of the magic
throne.
Ah !" said Mercury-who, you may remember,
was Jupiter's chief messenger, and the quickest and







THE GOD OF FIRE.


cleverest of all the gods-"if only Vulcan were
here! He understands these things."
"And why is he not here ?" asked Jupiter,
sternly.
But nobody dared answer, though everybody
knew. However, Mercury took the hint, vanished
for an instant or two, and, while the gods were
vainly tugging at the arms of the. throne, reap-
peared, followed by a limping figure all black and
hot from the forge-in short, by Vulcan.
What is the matter ?" asked Vulcan, as inno-
cently as if he had nothing to do with it at all.
Ah I see. A clever invention; but-- By the
way, I can't afford another broken leg: so if I help
my mother this time---"
Seeing from the face of Jupiter that he had noth-
ing to fear, he pressed the tip of his grimy finger
upon a secret spring-the arms instantly opened,
and Juno was free. What they did with the throne
I cannot tell you; but you may be certain that no-
body ever sat on it again.

After that, Vulcan remained among the gods as
the god of Fire, and was the chief blacksmith of
nature. He opened vast forges in the middle of
the earth, where he made weapons and armour for
gods and heroes, and thunderbolts for Jupiter. The
Cyclopes, the giants with one eye in the middle
of their foreheads, were his workmen. The chim-
F







VENUS.


neys of his furnaces are called volcanoes, of which
the chief is Mount AEtna in the island of Sicily;
and one can tell when some great work is going on
by the smoke and flame that bursts out of these.
Volcano, you will no doubt notice, is very nearly
the same word as Vulcan.

And so things went on quietly till one day a very
wonderful thing happened. Nobody has ever been
able to account for it or understand it; so I must
just tell you the story as it stands. One lovely
spring morning, when there was scarcely the softest
breeze to stir the sea, shining like a mirror in the
sun, a light amber-coloured froth that floated upon
the ripples was seen, by watchers upon the shore of
the island of Cyprus, to gather into a delicate rosy
cloud that presently began to tremble as if it were
trying to be alive. It still rested lightly upon the
water-so lightly that the breeze, soft and gentle as
it was, might have blown it away ; but its delicate
trembling carried it upwards till at last it seemed
to breathe, then to take shape, and at last blossomed
into the most beautiful woman-if woman it was
-that had ever been seen in the world, or even in
heaven. With wonderful grace she glided to the
shore; and poets have told how the zephyrs, or soft
west winds, guided her as she came, and the four
seasons received her on the shore. The people of
Cyprus could only wonder and worship; and this







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was the birth of the great goddess Venus, the Queen
of Love, whom the Greeks called Aphrodite, which
means born of the Foam of the Sea.
And this wonderful goddess of Love and Beauty
Jupiter chose to give in marriage to Vulcan, the
deformed and limping god of Fire.
















PART II.-LOVE AND THE SOUL; on, THE
STORY OF CUPID AND PSYCHE.




THE fact was, that Jupiter himself had fallen in
love with the beautiful new goddess. But
she would have nothing to say to him: and so,
just out of anger and revenge, he ordered her
to marry Vulcan, because he was ugly, deformed,
and always black with working at his forges.
Altogether it was an unlucky day when Venus
came into the sky. Her beauty turned the heads
of the gods, and filled the goddesses with envy
and jealousy. But all that mattered nothing to
her, for she had a magic zone, or girdle, called
"Cestus" in Latin: and whenever she put it
on she became so irresistibly charming that every-
body forgave her everything. Not only the gods,
but men also, became her lovers, her own favourite
among them all being Mars, the god of War-
a cruel and savage god, very unlike the rest,




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