James R. Lowell has taken the story of Rhœcus as the subject of one of his finest poems. "Hear now this fairy legend of old Greece, As full of freedom, youth and beauty still, As the immortal freshness of that grace Carved for all ages on some Attic frieze." Poem:-- The Hamadryad WALTER S. LANDOR XLVIII Janus is not the only one among the Greek and Latin deities whose name has been given to a part of the week or year. In Latin, the names of the days are--dies Solis (Sunday); dies Lunæ (Moon day); dies Martis (Mars' day); dies Mercurii (Mercury's day); dies Jovis (Jove's day); dies Veneris (Venus's day); dies Saturni (Saturn's day). XLIX Austin Dobson has a poem "The Death of Procris." Moore, in his Legendary Ballads, devotes one ballad to "Cephalus and Procris." L The finest poetic treatment of the sadness of Tithonus over his immortal old age is in Tennyson's "Tithonus." The following are a few lines from this poem, which should be read in its entirety:-- "Let me go; take back thy gift; Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? * * * * * "Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die." LI The story of Hercules's accepting Arete (Virtue) as his guide--the "Choice of Hercules"--may be found in The Tatler, No. 97. The Nemean games instituted by Hercules in honor of Jupiter were celebrated at Nemea, a city of Argolis. The most famous statue of Hercules is the Farnese Hercules in the National Museum at Naples. Another well-known piece of sculpture is The Infant Hercules Strangling a Serpent, in the Uffizi at Florence. Quite worth the student's consideration are the poems "Deïaneira" and "Herakles" in the classical but too-little-read "Epic of Hades" by Lewis Morris. The following is an extract from the description of the Centaur Nessus:-- "Take This white robe. It is costly. See, my blood Has stained it but a little. I did wrong; I know it, and repent me. If there come A time when he grows cold--for all the race Of heroes wander, nor can any love Fix theirs for long--take it and wrap him in it, And he shall love again." LII Poem:-- The Fortunate Isles ANDREW LANG The following is from Pindar:-- "The Isles of the Blest, they say, The Isles of the Blest, Are peaceful and happy, by night and by day, Far away in the glorious west.