With reverence, though to one who knew it not. By her in stature the tall Amazon Had stood a pigmy's height: she would have ta'en Achilles by the hair, and bent his neck, Or with a finger stayed Ixion's wheel. Her face was large as that of Memphian sphinx, When sages looked to Egypt for their lore. As if the vanward clouds of evil days She laid, and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake Thy thunder, conscious of the new command, Rumbles reluctant o'er the fallen house; Which comes upon the silence, and dies off, So came these words and went. Among the Romans the seventh day of the week was sacred to Saturn, hence our name for that day, Saturday. Raphael's picture represents him with a scythe in his hand, seated in a chariot drawn by wingèd dragons, personifying the flight of Time. THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE GODS AND THE GIANTS. THE battle-field of this contest was in Phleg'ra in Macedonia. The fight lasted for a whole day, for the giants were very strong; but at last the gods gained the victory, and they crushed each of the giants beneath a huge moun tain, which did not kill him but prevented his ever getting up again. The most powerful of the giants that conspired against Jupiter was Enceladus. He tried to escape over the Mediterranean Sea, but the goddess Athené (Minerva), who was the daughter of Jupiter, tore off a great three-cornered piece of land and threw it after him. It hit him just as he was in the middle of the sea, and he fell down and was buried beneath it. After some time the land became covered with forests and cities, and it is now called the island of Sicily. Mount Etna marks the spot where the giant has lain ever since. The poets say that the flames of this volcano arise. from the breath of the giant, and whenever he turns on one side beneath the mountain, the people say, "It is an earthquake." Longfellow, in his poem, "King Robert of Sicily," says: "Under the angel's government benign The happy island danced with corn and wine, In the following poem he gives the popular legend: ENCELADUS. LONGFELLOW. Under Mount Etna he lies, It is slumber, it is not death; Are hot with his fiery breath. The crags are piled on his breast, The earth is heaped on his head, And the nations far away Are watching with eager eyes; And the old gods, the austere At the ominous sounds they hear, And tremble, and mutter, "At length !" Ah me for the land that is sown Where ashes are heaped in drifts His head through the blackened rifts See, see the red light shines! 'Tis the glare of his awful eyes! And the storm-winds shout through the pines Of Alps and Apennines, "Enceladus, arise !" THE MYTH OF PROMETHEUS. PROMETHEUS, son of the Titan, Japetus, was said to have made men of clay and water, after which Athené breathed a soul into them. The gods then held a meeting in order to adjust the duties and privileges of men. It was decided that Prometheus, as the advocate of man, should slay an ox and divide it into two parts, and that the gods should select one portion which in all future sacrifices should be set apart for them. In order to secure for man the portion suitable to be eaten, Prometheus wrapped the flesh in the skin, and the bones in the white fat. The animal thus divided was placed before Zeus that he might choose on the part of the gods. He pretended to be deceived, and chose the heap of bones, but he was so angry at the attempted deception that he avenged himself by refusing to mortals the gift of fire. Prometheus, however, resolved to brave the anger of the ruler of Olympus. He stole some sparks from the chariot of the Sun, and conveyed them to the earth hidden in a hollow tube. Furious at having been outwitted, Zeus determined to be revenged, first on mankind, and then on Prometheus. He had Prometheus chained to a rock on Mount Caucasus, where during the daytime a vulture devoured his liver, which grew again during the night. After thirteen generations had passed away, Heracles (Hercules) was permitted to kill the eagle, and Prome theus was released. |