HORACE.

was the son of Saturn, and brother to Jupiter, Pluto, and Juno; being

restored to life by the draught administered to Saturn, the portion of the

kingdom allotted to him was that of the sea. This, however, did not seem

equivalent to the empire of heaven and earth, which Jupiter had claimed; he

therefore conspired with the other gods to dethrone his brother. The

conspiracy was discovered, and Jupiter condemned Neptune to assist in

building the walls of Troy, and to be subservient to his sceptre for a

year. When the work was completed, Laomedon refused to reward the labours

of the god, and in retribution, his territories were soon afterwards laid

waste by the god of the sea, and his subjects visited with a pestilence

sent by Apollo.

Besides the dispute this deity had with Minerva, related in her history, he

claimed the isthmus of Corinth from Apollo; and Briareus, the Cyclops, who

was mutually chosen umpire, gave the isthmus to Neptune, and the promontory

to Apollo.

Neptune, as god of the sea, was entitled to more power than any of the

other deities, except Jupiter. Not only the oceans, rivers, and fountains,

were subjected to him, but he could also cause earthquakes at pleasure, and

raise islands from the sea by a blow of his trident.

----------------"King of the stormy sea!

Brother of Jove, and co-inheritor

Of elements Eternally before

Thee, the waves awful bow. Fast, stubborn rock;

At thy feared trident, shrinking, doth unlock

Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.

All mountain-rivers, lost, in the wide home

Of thy capacious bosom, ever flow.

Thou frownest, and old Aeolus, thy foe,

Skulks to his cavern, mid the gruff complaint

Of all his rebel tempests. Dark clouds faint

When, from thy diadem, a silver gleam

Slants over blue dominion. Thy bright team

Gulfs in the morning light, and scuds along

To bring thee nearer to that golden song

{100}

Apollo singeth, while his chariot

Waits at the door of heaven. Thou art not

For scenes like this; an empire stern hast thou;

And it hath furrowed that large front: yet now,

As newly come of heaven, dost thou sit,

To blend and inter-knit

Subdued majesty with this glad time.

O shell born king sublime!

We lay our hearts before thee evermore--

We sing and we adore!"

Heathen mythology, Illustrated by extracts from the most celebrated writers, both ancient and modern · 第 137 / 388 题