Apuleius won more than mere applause. Carthage decreed a statue in his honour (_Florida_ 16), and conferred on him the chief-priesthood of the province. This office entitled its holder to the first place in the provincial council, and was the highest honour that the province could bestow (_Florida_ 16). Civil office he never held (Augustine, _Ep._ 138. 19), perhaps never sought. His genius, it may be said with confidence, was far from fitting him for judicial or administrative functions. If we may trust Apollinaris Sidonius (_Ep._ II. 10. 5), Pudentilla showed herself a model wife by the passionate interest she took in her husband's work. 'Pudentilla was for Apuleius what Marcia was for Hortensius, Terentia for Cicero, Calpurnia for Piso, Rusticiana for Symmachus: these noble women held the lamp while their husbands read and meditated!' It is even possible that she bore him a son, as the second book of the _de Platone_ is dedicated to 'my son Faustinus'. Of his death we know nothing. Testimony as to his appearance is conflicting. His accusers (_Apol._ 4) charge him with being a 'handsome philosopher'. He replies that his body is worn by the fatigues of study and his hair as tangled as a lump of tow! His works were astonishingly numerous. Beside those already mentioned there have come down to us two books on the life and philosophy of Plato,[3] a highly rhetorical treatise on the 'Demon of Socrates', and a free translation of the pseudo-Aristotelian treatise 'on the Universe', though Apuleius is regrettably far from making due acknowledgement of his debt to the original. None of these works can be described as interesting, though the treatise on the 'Demon of Socrates' contains some characteristic purple passages. [Footnote 3: He regarded Plato as his master above all others. We find _Platonicus_ attached to him as an honorific title in the MSS.] It would, however, scarcely be an exaggeration to say that more of Apuleius' works have perished than survived. He has told us in the _Florida_ (20) that he has written dialogues, hymns, music, history, and satire. And we have copious references to works from his pen, that, perhaps fortunately, no longer exist. Beside the three poems which survive in the _Apologia_ and a translation of a passage of Menander, preserved in a manuscript once at Beauvais, but now lost (Baehrens, _Poet. Lat. Min._ 4, p. 104), he mentions a hymn to Aesculapius, written both in Latin and Greek (_Florida_ 18), and a panegyric in verse on the virtues of Scipio Orfitus (_Florida_ 17). He wrote also another novel entitled _Hermagoras_, a collection of famous love-stories of the past, sundry 'histories', a translation of the _Phaedo_, and numerous scientific works, dealing with problems of mathematics, music, astronomy, medicine, botany, and zoology.