Chapter I

STORIES OF OLD GREECE AND ROME

[Illustration: Reading from Homer]

STORIES OF

OLD GREECE AND ROME

BY

EMILIE KIP BAKER

AUTHOR OF

"OUT OF THE NORTHLAND"

New York

THE MACMILLAN COMPANY

1913

_All rights reserved_

COPYRIGHT, 1913,

BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.

Set up and electrotyped. Published September, 1913.

Norwood Press

J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.

Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.

TO

FRANCES

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. IN THE BEGINNING 1

II. THE STORY OF PANDORA 7

III. THE DELUGE 16

IV. MINERVA 22

V. APOLLO AND KING ADMETUS 30

VI. APOLLO THE MUSICIAN 36

VII. THE LOVE OF APOLLO 44

VIII. DIANA 53

IX. THE STORY OF ENDYMION 60

X. MERCURY 64

XI. VENUS 73

XII. THE STORY OF CUPID AND PSYCHE 81

XIII. FAMOUS LOVERS

1. Echo and Narcissus 93

2. Pyramus and Thisbe 97

3. Hero and Leander 100

4. Pygmalion and Galatea 104

XIV. THE STORY OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE 107

XV. MARS AND VULCAN 115

XVI. THE STORY OF PROSERPINA 127

XVII. PLUTO AND THE UNDERWORLD 137

XVIII. NEPTUNE AND THE SEA-GODS 152

XIX. BACCHUS 167

XX. PAN AND THE NYMPHS 183

XXI. THE VESTALS 193

XXII. MINOR DEITIES

1. Æolus 200

2. Janus 204

3. Iris and Aurora 206

4. Vertumnus and Pomona 209

XXIII. HERCULES. Part I 212

XXIV. HERCULES. Part II 223

XXV. PERSEUS 235

XXVI. BELLEROPHON 251

XXVII. THE STORY OF JASON. Part I 262

XXVIII. THE STORY OF JASON. Part II 270

XXIX. THE CALYDONIAN HUNT 278

XXX. THESEUS. Part I 287

XXXI. THESEUS. Part II 295

XXXII. ŒDIPUS 306

XXXIII. THE APPLE OF DISCORD 317

ILLUSTRATIONS

Reading from Homer _Frontispiece_

FACING PAGE

Jupiter 6

Apollo Belvedere 30

Apollo and Daphne 46

Niobe 53

Diana of Versailles 56

Flying Mercury 64

Juno 73

Venus de Milo 78

Psyche 85

Charon and Psyche 91

Cupid and Psyche 92

Hero and Leander 104

Orpheus and Eurydice 112

The Abduction of Proserpina 127

The Three Fates 142

Fountain of Neptune 152

Faun 172

Vestals 193

Tuccia 196

Aurora 206

The Infant Hercules 212

Hercules and the Centaur 223

Hercules serving Omphale 230

Fortuna 232

Perseus 242

Medea 276

Cybele 286

Theseus 302

Œdipus and Antigone 312

Antigone and Ismene 315

Paris 320

GREEK AND ROMAN NAMES OF DEITIES

SATURN (CRONOS).

RHEA (CYBELE, OPS).

JUPITER (JOVE, ZEUS).

JUNO (HERA, HERE).

MINERVA (PALLAS, ATHENE).

APOLLO (PHŒBUS, SOL, HELIOS, PYTHEUS, CYNTHIUS).

DIANA (SELENE, ARTEMIS, PHŒBE, CYNTHIA).

VENUS (APHRODITE, DIONE, CYTHEREA).

MERCURY (HERMES, PSYCHOPOMPUS, ONEICOPOMPUS).

CUPID (EROS).

HEBE (JUVENTAS).

MARS (ARES).

VULCAN (HEPHÆSTUS).

NEPTUNE (POSEIDON).

PLUTO (HADES, DIS, ORCUS, AIDONEUS).

BACCHUS (DIONYSUS, LIBER).

CERES (DEMETER).

PROSERPINA (PERSEPHONE, CORA, PHEREPHATTA).

VESTA (HESTIA).

SOMNUS (HUPNOS).

MORS (THANATOS).

AURORA (EOS).

PAN (CONSENTES).

HERCULES (ALCIDES, HERACLES).

STORIES OF OLD GREECE AND ROME

Chapter I

In the Beginning

In the days of long, long ago when men built altars, and burned

sacrifices, and worshiped their gods in temples of pure white marble,

Jupiter, the greatest of the gods, sat upon his throne on high Olympus

and looked down upon the doings of men. The topmost peak of Mount

Olympus was covered with clouds,--so high it was above all the hills of

Greece,--and its slopes were thickly wooded. Just how high the mountain

really was could only be guessed, for no man had dared to climb even

as high as the first cloud line; though the story goes that once upon

a time a wandering shepherd, looking for a strayed lamb, had ventured

far up the mountain side and had soon lost his way. He groped about

blindly, as the mists began to thicken all around him, and the sound

of his own footsteps terrified him in the dreadful silence that seemed

to be suddenly creeping over him. Then a mighty tempest broke over

his head, and the mountain shook to its very base. From the hand of

wrathful Jupiter fierce thunderbolts were hurled, while the lightning

flashed and gleamed through the darkness of the forest, searching out

the guilty mortal who had dared to climb too high.

No human eye had ever seen the glories of Olympus, no human foot had

ever stepped within its sacred halls, where the ceiling was of gold and

the pavement of pearl and the thrones of the gods shone with a thousand

glittering jewels. Here

"the gods have made,

So saith tradition, their eternal seat;

The tempest shakes it not, nor is it drenched

By showers, and there the snow does never fall.

And in the golden light that lies on all

Day after day the blessed gods rejoice."

--_Odyssey_, Book VI, line 53.

Of the life that was lived among the dwellers on Olympus, not even the

poets could claim to know; but sometimes a tired soldier dozing by his

camp fire dreamed dreams of this wonderful country where the immortal

gods walked by night and day; and sometimes a lonely fisherman, looking

across the blue waters of the Mediterranean to the crimsoning sunset,

saw visions of youth and beauty and life that lasted for ever and ever

and ever.

It was long before the memory of man that the gods first came to live

on Mount Olympus, and it was still longer ago that all the great

powers of the universe fought with each other for the right to rule

the world. In this mighty war, which rent the very heavens with the

crash of battle, Jupiter at last conquered all his jealous enemies,

and made himself ruler of the gods and of the world.[1] On that day

he established his dwelling place on Mount Olympus, and set the earth

below him for a footstool. From his throne in the high heavens he

looked down upon the kingdoms that he had portioned out to each of his

brothers; and he saw Neptune, the god of the sea, driving through the

waves his chariot drawn by huge, misshapen sea-beasts that beat up

the thick white foam until it glistened on the sea-king's beard and

on his crown of shells and seaweed. The other kingdom was so far away

that even the all-seeing eyes of Jupiter were strained to catch any

glimpse of the shapes that moved noiselessly there, for this was the

realm of Pluto, god of the underworld, that dread country of darkness

and unending gloom, where no ray of sunlight ever came, and where the

sad spirits of the dead wept for the lost world of love and light and

laughter.

Sometimes the great billows of clouds that rolled at the foot of the

red-gold throne shut out for a moment all sight of the earth at his

feet; but however thickly the mists gathered, Jupiter could always see

old Atlas standing on the shore of Africa with the heavens resting on

his bent shoulders. This giant had stood so long that forests of huge

trees had sprung up around his feet, and they had grown so tall during

the ages and ages that had passed, that their topmost branches reached

to the giant's waist and almost hid him from the sight of men. No

one offered to relieve him of his burden, not even his two brothers,

Prometheus and Epimetheus, to whom had been given the less difficult

task of creating man and placing him in the rich gardens of the earth.

There was every kind of plant and animal life in the gardens, and all

things were very beautiful in this morning of the world--so beautiful

that the gods, who must forever dwell in Olympus, felt sad that no eyes

like their own could look upon the green meadows and flower-covered

hillsides. So they bade Prometheus and Epimetheus fashion a being

which should be like and yet unlike themselves. There was nothing

but clay out of which to make this new creature called man, but the

brothers spent much time over their task, and, when it was finished,

Jupiter saw that the work was good, for they had given to man all the

qualities that the gods themselves possessed--youth, beauty, health,

strength,--everything but immortality.

Then Prometheus grew ambitious to add even more to the list of man's

blessings; and one day, as he sat brooding by the seashore, he

remembered that there was as yet no fire on the earth; for the only

flame that burned in all the world was glowing in the sacred halls of

Jupiter. For a long time he sat on the seashore, and before night fell

he had formed the daring plan of stealing some of the divine fire that

burned for always and always on Mount Olympus, and carrying it to the

earth that men might revel in its warmth and light.

It was a bold thing to dream of doing, but Prometheus forgot the fear

of Jupiter's wrath, so determined was he to carry out his plan; and one

night, when the gods were in council, seated around the great red-gold

throne, he crept softly into the hall, unseen and unheard. The sacred

fire was burning brightly on a hearth of polished silver. Some of it

Prometheus secreted in a hollow reed and hurried with it back to the

earth. Then he waited, with terror at his heart, for he knew that

sooner or later the vengeance of Jupiter would search him out, even

though he fled to the uttermost parts of the earth.

When the council of the gods was over, Jupiter looked down through the

clouds and saw a strange light on the earth. For a while he did not

realize that it was man, building himself a fire; but when he learned

the truth, his wrath became so terrible that even the gods trembled and

turned away in fear. In a moment Prometheus was seized and carried off

to the Caucasus Mountains, where he was securely chained to a rock,

and a hungry vulture was sent to tear out his liver and devour it. At

night the vulture, having gorged itself, slept on the rocks above its

victim's head; and at night the liver of the wretched Prometheus grew

again, only to be torn out and eaten by the vulture as soon as the sun

rose. This terrible punishment kept on for years and years; for though

Jupiter heard the cries of Prometheus, and many tales were told of his

sufferings, the ruler of the gods never forgave the theft of the sacred

fire, nor would he set Prometheus free. But the story tells us that at

last there came an end to this cruel vengeance, for Hercules, son of

Jupiter, went wandering one day among the mountains, found the tortured

Prometheus, and broke his chains, after killing the vulture that had

been enjoying this hateful feast.

Though the gods were rejoiced at his freedom, the name of Prometheus

was never spoken on Mount Olympus for fear of Jupiter's all-hearing

ears; but on the earth men uttered his name in their prayers and taught

their children to honor the Fire-giver as one of the greatest among

heroes.[2]

[Illustration: Jupiter]

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