example. Now do you, if you have any regard for your own interest or mine, join these two in one. The boy unbound his quiver, and selected his sharpest and truest arrow, then straining the bow against his knee, he attached the string, and, having made ready, shot the arrow right into the heart of Pluto In the vale of enna there is a lake embowered-* in woods. which screen it from the fervid* rays of the sun, while the moist ground is covered with flowers and Spring reigns perpetual. Here Proserpine was playing with her companions, gathering lilies and violets, and filling her basket and her apron with them when pluto saw her loved her. and for help her mother and companions and when in her fright she dropped the corners of her apron and let the flowers fall, childlike she felt the loss of them as an addition to her grief. The ravisher urged onhis steeds calling them each by name, and throwing loose over their heads and necks his iron-colored reins. When he reached the River Cyane, and it opposed his passage, he struck the river-bank with his trident, and the earth opened and gave him a passage to Ceres sought her daughter all the world over. Bright-haired aurora when she came forth in the morning, and Hesperus when he led out the stars in the evening, found her still busy in the search. But it was all unavailing#6. At length, weary and Id nights in the ir. under the sunlight and moonlight and falling showers. It was where now stands the city of Eleusis, then the home of an old man named Celeus. He was out in the field, gathering acorns and blackberries, and sticks for his fire. His little girl was driving home their two goats, and as she passed the goddess, who appeared in the guise of an old woman, she said to her, "Mother, and the name was sweet to the ears of Ceres,"why do you sit here alone upon the rocks? The old man also stopped though his load was heavy and begged her to come into his cottage such as it was#? She declined, and he urged her. " Go in peace, she replied, and be happy in your daughter; I have lost mine. As she spoke, tears-or something like tears, for the gods never weep--fell down her cheeks upon her bosom. The compassionate old man and his child wept with her. Then said he, Come with us, and despise not our humble roof, so may your daughter be restored to you in safety. ""Lead on, "said she I cannot resist that appeal! So she rose from the stone and went with them. As they walked he told her that his only son, a little boy, lay very sick, feverish, and sleepless She stoopedand gathered some poppies. As they entered the cottage, they found all in great distress, for the boy seemed past hope of recovery. Metanira, his mother received her kindly, and the goddess stooped and kissed the lips of the sick child Instantly the paleness left his face, and healthy vigor returned to his body. The whole45 example. Now do you, if you have any regard for your own interest or mine, join these two in one.” The boy unbound his quiver, and selected his sharpest and truest arrow; then straining the bow against his knee, he attached the string, and, having made ready, shot the arrow right into the heart of Pluto. In the vale of Enna there is a lake embowered41 in woods, which screen it from the fervid42 rays of the sun, while the moist ground is covered with flowers, and Spring reigns perpetual. Here Proserpine was playing with her companions, gathering lilies and violets, and filling her basket and her apron with them, when Pluto saw her, loved her, and carried her off. She screamed for help to her mother and companions; and when in her fright she dropped the corners of her apron and let the flowers fall, childlike she felt the loss of them as an addition to her grief. The ravisher urged on43 his steeds, calling them each by name, and throwing loose over their heads and necks his iron-colored reins. When he reached the River Cyane, and it opposed his passage, he struck the river-bank with his trident, and the earth opened and gave him a passage to Tartarus. Ceres sought her daughter all the world over. Bright-haired Aurora44, when she came forth in the morning, and Hesperus45 when he led out the stars in the evening, found her still busy in the search. But it was all unavailing46. At length, weary and sad, she sat down upon a stone, and continued sitting nine days and nights, in the open air, under the sunlight and moonlight and falling showers. It was where now stands the city of Eleusis, then the home of an old man named Celeus. He was out in the field, gathering acorns and blackberries, and sticks for his fire. His little girl was driving home their two goats, and as she passed the goddess, who appeared in the guise of an old woman, she said to her, “Mother,”——and the name was sweet to the ears of Ceres,—— “why do you sit here alone upon the rocks?” The old man also stopped, though his load was heavy, and begged her to come into his cottage, such as it was47. She declined, and he urged her. “Go in peace,” she replied, “and be happy in your daughter; I have lost mine.” As she spoke, tears——or something like tears, for the gods never weep——fell down her cheeks upon her bosom. The compassionate48 old man and his child wept with her. Then said he, “Come with us, and despise not our humble roof; so may your daughter be restored to you in safety.” “Lead on,” said she, “I cannot resist that appeal!” So she rose from the stone and went with them. As they walked he told her that his only son, a little boy, lay very sick, feverish, and sleepless. She stooped49 and gathered some poppies. As they entered the cottage, they found all in great distress, for the boy seemed past hope of recovery. Metanira, his mother, received her kindly, and the goddess stooped and kissed the lips of the sick child. Instantly the paleness left his face, and healthy vigor returned to his body. The whole