Sappho makes a sarcastic reference to Leto and Niobe as very dear comrades (E. 140), and gives Niobe nine children of either sex (E. 168). She knows the love of the Moon for Endymion in the cave on Mt. Latmus (E. 167); she wrote about Theseus (E. 169), Prometheus (E. 170), Medea (E. 185), and Philomela and Procne, “the heavenly swallow, Pandion’s daughter” (E. 122). Perhaps Sappho pictured the story of Hero and Leander (cf. p. 31). Stebbing changes the sex of Hero and makes a long poem on _Champion, Athlete, and Harpist_: “Hero” of Gyaros; Hellas cannot forget his name. The lovely, gallant youth, a paragon in women’s eyes. The divinities in Sappho are primarily Aphrodite, Peitho, Ares, Hecate, Hera, Hermes, Hephaestus, and the Muses. There is much reverence in the beautiful Hymn to Hera, the latter half of which Edmonds (E. 40) has so very tentatively restored on the hypothesis that this was written in Syracuse before Sappho embarked to return to Mytilene on hearing of the amnesty of Pittacus. Sappho was not only the poet of ardent love, as we have seen, but the greatest composer of wedding-songs of antiquity, and much of such poetry in later days is nothing but a translation or a transfusion of Sappho. Her _Epithalamia_ were written for actual wedding ceremonies, but I cannot agree with a great German critic who says that they were not literary productions. I do not mean to say that she published these songs, for I believe that they were not collected into a ninth book until later days. We have already quoted what may be an introductory poem to the Epithalamies; perhaps even some of the other fragments which we have mentioned, such as that perfect weaving-song, which may reflect the awakening of love in the heart of the bride, and certainly the verses on the _Evening Star_ (p. 64) belong to her Epithalamies. The wonderful new poem (E. 66) with its Homeric genitives and datives and its Homeric forms of words on the _Marriage of Hector and Andromache_ could be used as a wedding-song at any wedding: HOME-COMING OF HECTOR WITH HIS BRIDE (Recitation for “_The Wedding Day_”) Sustained by sturdy limbs a herald came Swiftly to folk of Ida. Quick as flame The rumor ran, ere he the tidings told, Through wide-wayed Ilium that Hector bold And his fair bride Andromache, so dear Already to the town for fame as peer In beauty of the woman that with hate They passed upon the street with eyes avert (The Grecian Helen, whom, as seers assert, Her name had doomed to be the torch of Troy— ‘Destroyer’), and more dear because the joy She was of Priam’s most beloved son, Were at the landing. All the people run Out of the gates; the young men yoke their steeds To chariots, and each his charges speeds, With harness jingling, to be first, and bring Hector and Hector’s bride to Priam king.