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

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the mountain where her life had been preserved. She is called also the ancient Vesta, to distinguish her from her daughter Vesta, who, with her mother, is also called Cybele. But the Deity of whom we now write is the earth, and is easy to distinguish from her daughter. In several temples of the ancients, the statues of Cybele were only a piece of stone, meant to represent the stability of the earth.

      This great Goddess saw and became enamoured of a shepherd, who repulsed her affection, being in love with a mortal nymph; and rather than submit to the tyrannical passion of Cybele, he is said to have destroyed himself, and the goddess metamorphosed him into a pine-tree.

Cybele and the Shepherd

      In the mythology of every country, this Deity is found, though under various names. She is represented with keys in her hand, her head crowned with rising turrets, and sometimes with the leaves of an oak. She is also seen with many breasts, to intimate that the earth gives aliment to all living creatures.

      To her daughter, who presided over the fiery element, Numa Pompilius consecrated an altar, where virgins, named Vestals, maintained perpetual fire. At Delphi and at Athens the priestesses were not virgins, as at the other temples, but widows who were past the time of marriage.

Vestals

      It was the employment of the Vestals to take care that the sacred fire of Vesta was not extinguished, for if it ever happened, it was deemed the prognostic of great calamities to the state: the offender was punished for negligence, and severely scourged by the high priest. The privileges of the Vestals were great: they had the most honourable seats at the public games and festivals, a lictor preceded them when they walked in public; they were carried in chariots when they pleased, and had the power of pardoning criminals if they encountered them on the way to execution, and the meeting was declared to be purely accidental.

      Such of them as forgot their vow, were placed in a large hole under the earth, where a bed was placed, with a little bread, wine, oil, and a lighted lamp: the guilty Vestal was stripped of the habit of her order, and compelled to descend into the subterranean cavity, which was immediately shut, and she was left to die of hunger.

      Vestal. Spare me! oh spare!

      Priest. Speak not, polluted one.

      Vestal. Yet spare me!

      Priest. Thou pleadst in vain—thy destiny is fixed.

      Vestal. Mercy—oh! mercy; tho' my sin be great,

      Life is so beautiful I cannot die;

      And earth seems smiling with intenser light,

      And flowers give forth an odour ever new,

      The stars look brighter still than when of old

      I watched them fading from the mountain top:

      Earth, sky and air, are all so beautiful,

      I cannot, dare not, will not, think of death!

      Priest. It is thy doom! thy living grave is near.

      Thou hast despoiled the Goddess of her due,

      The vow thou gavest to her thou hast broken,

      And thou must pay the awful penalty!

      Vestal. The grave—a living grave—thou meanst it not—

      To ope my eyes in th' ever during dark,

      To breathe a thick and frightful atmosphere,

      Drawn from my sighs and dampened with my tears!

      Priest. The Gods demand their victim!

      Vestal. 'Tis blasphemy to think it;

      Oh! if thou ever knew'st a father's love,

      A mother's sigh, a sister's soft caress,

      If but one human sympathy be left,

      Pardon, oh! pardon!

      Priest. Cling not around me, girl, touch, touch me not;

      The power to pardon lieth not in man.

      Thy hour hath come.

      Vestal, (clasping him). I will not quit thee;

      Thou art a man with human sympathies;

      Madness will touch my brain; I cannot, will not yield.

      Grant me some other death: poison or steel,

      Or aught that sends me suddenly from earth;

      But to be wrapt in clay, and yet not of it,

      To feel the earth crumbling around my brow,

      To scent its foul and noisome atmosphere,

      Is more than frail mortality can bear.

      Anon.

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      The nymphs of mount Ida, to whom Cybele had confided her son, educated him with great care; but his cries being likely to call the attention of Saturn and Titan, the priests invented a dance accompanied with noise, called the Dactyl, in which they interchanged blows on steel bucklers. His nourishment was received from a goat, who was afterwards placed among the heavenly constellations, having given his skin to form a shield, and one of his horns, which was presented to the nymphs, and named the Horn of Plenty. As Jupiter emerged from infancy, we have seen he had to strive with the Titans, who disputed with him the right to reign in Heaven.

      The first of their feats was to heap mountain on mountain in order to scale the walls of Heaven; they then threw fragments of rocks and burning trees against "high Olympus."

      "But vainly came Typhæus on,

      And vainly huge Porphyrion,

      Fierce Rhœtus of the vengeful stroke,

      And Minias strong as mountain oak,

      With bold Encelædas, to heaven who strove

      To dart the trees, uprooted, from the grove:

      For weak their might against the shield

      Which Pallas' matchless arm did wield;

      While quick against the giant foes

      Juno, and ardent Vulcan, rose;

      And to the fight the young Apollo sped,

      Glittering afar with bows and arrows dread,

      Who bathing in Castalian dew,

      His tresses loose of golden hue,

      Rejoicing in his youth is seen

      Amid the Lycian valleys green,

      Or in the Delian groves will sport oftwhile

      Amid the flowers that deck his native isle."

      Horace.

      The Gods at first defended themselves with great courage, but at the appearance of the hundred-headed Typhon, all, save Bacchus, sought safety in flight, and hid themselves in Egypt, where they obtained refuge under various forms: from the different disguises they then