Gods and Heroes; or, The Kingdom of JupiterFrancillon, R. E. (Robert Edward)
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Gods and Heroes; or, The Kingdom of Jupiter
Francillon, R. E. (Robert Edward)
Mythology, Classical -- Juvenile literature
Elysium, which is also called "the Elysian fields," or "the Islands of
the Blest," was a very delightful place, like the most beautiful
country in the finest weather, never too hot or too cold, and full of
sweet scents and sounds. There the souls of the happy enjoyed forever,
without ever getting tired, whatever had given them the most pleasure
upon earth--hunting, or war, or learning, or music, or whatever it
might be: only all their pleasures became innocent and noble, and
even if they fought, it was all in friendship and without harm.
Nothing was quite real there: it was more like a beautiful and happy
dream, lasting forever. Some of the very best and greatest human souls
were taken up into Olympus and made "Demi-gods," that is to say
"Half-gods"; but of course this was a very rare honor. The dream of
Elysium was thought to be reward enough for the souls which, in their
lives, had done more good than evil.
Tartarus, the place of torment, was a very different place, as I need
not say. It was farther below the earth than the earth is below the
sky, and was surrounded by three brazen walls, and by Phlegethon, the
river of Fire. The only entrance was through a high tower, with gates
which not even the gods could open, and guarded by the three-headed
dog Cerberus, which never slept; and the air was three times darker
than the darkest midnight, lighted only by the terrible flames of
Phlegethon. The jailers were Nemesis and the Furies. Nemesis is the
great stern power who never allows the guilty to escape from their
just punishment, nor the good to lose their just reward. If people are
happier or more fortunate than they deserve to be, she always, either
in this life or in Hades, gives them enough misery at last, until they
are just as happy or unhappy as they deserve to be, and neither less
nor more; and if they seem less happy or less fortunate than they
deserve, she makes it up to them in the end. She is often so strangely
slow in coming, that she has been called lame. But she always comes at
last: if she is slow, she is sure.
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