And to the crow, "O falsë thief," said he, In token that through thee my wife is slain." And made him black, and reft him all his song, And for this cause be all crowës black. A poet of our own times, John G. Saxe, has rendered the same story into verse in his own lively serio-comic fashion. We select from his works, however, the story of Phaethon, son of Apollo. PHAËTHON; OR, THE AMATEUR COACHMAN. Dan Phaethon - so the histories run Was a jolly young chap, and a son of the Sun,— Now old Father Phoebus, ere railways begun Drove a very fast coach by the name of "The Sun," Running, they say, Trips every day, (On Sundays and all in a heathenish way,) Of lanterns that shone with a brilliant display, To darken the brow of the son of the Sun ! 66 I swear I will grant you whate'er you desire." "I'll mount the coach when the horses are fed! For there's nothing I'd choose, as I'm alive, Like a seat on the box and a dashing drive!" "Nay, Phaethon, don't, Just stop a moment and think upon't! You're quite too young," continued the sage, "To tend a coach at your tender Besides, you see, 'Twill really be age! Your first appearance on any stage! Desist, my child, The cattle are wild, And when their mettle is thoroughly 'riled,' Depend upon't, the coach'll be 'spiled,' They're not the fellows to draw it mild! Desist, I say, You'll rue the day, So mind and don't be foolish, Pha!" But the youth was proud, And swore aloud, 'Twas just the thing to astonish the crowd, He'd have the horses and wouldn't be cowed! In vain the boy was cautioned at large, He called for the chargers, unheeding the charge, He had given his word in such a hurry, He gave the youth a bit of advice; (A 'stage direction' of which the core is, "Don't use the whip, they're ticklish things, But, whatever you do, hold on to the strings!) Be shy of the stones, and keep in the road! Now Phaethon, perched in the coachman's place Whack-crack Resounded along the horses' backs! Through thick and thin away they dash, When all at once, with a dreadful crash, 6 The whole establishment' went to smash! As all agree, Off the coach was suddenly hurled Into a puddle, and out of the world! MORAL. Don't rashly take to dangerous courses, It's one of Old Nick's Diabolical tricks To get people into a regular 'fix,' And hold 'em there as fast as bricks! In the first book of the "Iliad," Apollo is represented as the god of pestilence. He it is who brings unnumbered woes to Greece by means of a contagious disease which "heaped the camp with mountains of the dead." The story of Phaëthon gives us Apollo as the sungod. Among the Romans the seven days of the week were dedicated each to a god or goddess, and the first was sacred to Apollo, hence our name Sunday. The greatest of Christian artists, Raphael, found in these myths subjects not unworthy of his genius, and among the famous paintings in the Vatican galleries are seven by this master, called "The Days of the Week," representing Apollo, Diana, Mars, Mercury, Jove, Venus, and Saturn. DIANA, Lat.; SĒLĒ'NE, Gr. SELENE, daughter of Hyperion and Thea, represented the moon. The name signifies wanderer among the stars. She was supposed to drive her chariot across the sky whilst her brother Apollo was reposing after the toils of the day. When the shades of evening began to enfold the earth, the two milk-white steeds of Selene rose out of the mysterious depths of Oceanus. Seated in a silvery chariot appeared the mild and gentle queen of the night, with a crescent on her fair brow, a gauzy veil flowing behind, and a lighted torch in her hand. It was said that Selene loved Endym'ion, on whom Jupiter had bestowed the gift of perpetual youth, but united with perpetual sleep, and that she descended to gaze on him every night on the summit of Mount Lăt'mos, the place of his repose. The name Endymion denotes the sudden plunge of the sun into the sea. Longfellow makes use of this myth in the following poem. D ENDYMION. The rising moon has hid the stars; Lie on the landscape green, And silver white the river gleams, Had dropt her silver bow |