Heathen mythology, Illustrated by extracts from the most celebrated writers, both ancient and modern. Various

the seven wonders of the world, but was burned by Erostratus, the same day that Alexander the Great was born. This madman had no other end, than to render his name for ever notorious, and he succeeded, notwithstanding the Ephesians having decreed that his name should never be mentioned.

      In one of the temples where Diana was worshipped, the presiding priest was always a slave who had slain his predecessor in office, and warned by the fate he had inflicted on others, he never went without a dagger, to protect himself from those who might be ambitious of his office, and reckless of his crime.

      In another, she had an altar, whereon they immolated all those whom shipwreck had thrown on their inhospitable shores.

      "Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go

      Over those hoary crests, divinely led!

      Art thou that huntress of the silver bow

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      What art thou like? sometimes I see thee ride

      A far bound galley on its perilous way,

      Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray—

      Sometimes I watch thee on from steep to steep,

      Timidly lighted by thy vestal torch,

      Till in some Latmian cave I see thee creep

      To catch the young Endymion asleep,

      Leaving thy splendour at the jagged porch!

      "Oh! thou art beautiful, however it be,

      Huntress, or Dian, or whatever named,

      And he the veriest Pagan, that first framed

      A silver idol, and ne'er worshipped thee!

      It is too late, or thou shouldst have my knee;

      Too late now for the old Ephesian vows,

      And not divine the crescent on thy brows:

      Yet call thee nothing but the mere, mild moon,

      Behind those chesnut boughs

      Casting their dappled shadows at my feet;

      I will be grateful for that simple boon

      In many a thoughtful verse, and anthem sweet,

      And bless thy dainty face whene'er we meet.

      "So let it be: before I lived to sigh,

      Thou wert in Avon, and a thousand rills,

      Beautiful Dian! and so whene'er I lie

      Trodden, thou wilt be gazing from thy hills.

      Blest be thy loving light, where'er it spills,

      And blessed thy fair face, O mother mild!

      Still shine, the soul of rivers as they run,

      Still lend thy lonely lamp, to lovers fond,

      And blend their plighted shadows into one:

      Still smile at even on the bedded child,

      And close his eyelids with thy silver wand."

      Hood.

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      Semele, daughter of Cadmus, king of Thebes, had yielded to the licentious Jupiter, and felt within her the effect of her indiscretion. Jealous at the object who had again taken her lord's affections, Juno sought for some mode in which to punish her, and taking the form of a nurse, suggested the desire of beholding the king of the Gods, arrayed in all his celestial glory. In vain did Jupiter, when pressed by Semele, implore her not to ask him to assume that form, which was too much for mortal eye to bear. Woman's wit and woman's fondness prevailed, and, in a moment of weakness, the God swore by the Styx, he would perform her request, and by this oath he was forced to abide. Armed with thunder, as a proof of his divinity, and in all the glory and majesty of his godhead, he presented himself to the presumptuous mortal, who, unable to bear his presence, fell scorched by his thunderbolt.

      Jupiter, however, took the infant which Semele bore him, and confided it to the guardianship of the nymphs of the mountain of Nysa, who, for their care of the son of Jupiter, in process of time, were translated into heaven. When Bacchus, for thus was he named, had grown out of their guidance, Silenus became his preceptor and foster-father. This god, who is generally represented as fat and jolly, riding on an ass, crowned with flowers, and always intoxicated, could scarcely be considered as a tutor from whom Bacchus was likely to derive much good. In spite of the education he received through the medium of this being, however, the love of glory shone forth conspicuously in Bacchus.

      After having valiantly combatted for Jupiter against the Giants when they invaded Olympus, he undertook his celebrated expedition into the East, to which he marched at the head of an army, composed of men as well as of women, all inspired with divine fury, armed with thyrsuses, and bearing cymbals, and other musical instruments. The leader was drawn in a chariot by a lion and a tiger, and was accompanied by Pan, Silenus, and all the satyrs. His conquests were easy and without bloodshed; the people easily submitted, and gratefully elevated to the rank of a god, the hero who taught them the use of the Vine, the cultivation of the earth, and the manner of making honey; amidst his benevolence to mankind, he was relentless in punishing all want of respect to his divinity. The refusal of Pentheus to acknowledge the godhead of Bacchus was fatal. He forbad his subjects to pay adoration to this new God, and when the Theban women had gone out of the city to celebrate his orgies, he ordered the God himself who conducted the religious multitude, to be seized. His orders were obeyed, but the doors of the prison in which Bacchus was confined, opened of their own accord. Pentheus became more irritated, and commanded his soldiers to destroy the band of Bacchanals. Bacchus, however, inspired the monarch himself with an ardent desire of witnessing the orgies.

      Accordingly he hid himself in a wood on Mount Cithœron, from whence he hoped to view all the ceremonies unperceived. But his curiosity proved fatal; he was descried by the Bacchanals, who rushed upon him. His mother was the first to attack him, her example was instantly followed by his two sisters, and his body was torn to pieces.

      As Bacchus was returning triumphantly in his ship, from the conquest we have recorded, crowned with vine leaves, and flushed with victory, in passing near a beautiful island, he heard a plaintive voice and beheld a female, who implored him to yield her his support.