removed it with ease, and took the sword and shoes. Since, at that time, the roads were infested with robbers, his grandfather Pittheus pressed him earnestly to take the shorter and safer way to his father's country, by sea; but the youth, feeling in himself the spirit and the soul of a hero, and eager to signalize himself like Hercules, determined on the more perilous and adventurous journey by land. His first day's journey brought him to Epidaurus, where dwelt Periphetes, a son of Vulcan. This ferocious savage always went armed with a club of iron, and all travellers stood in terror of his violence; but beneath the blows of the young hero he speedily fell. Several similar contests with the petty tyrants and marauders of the country followed, in all of which Theseus was victorious. Most important was his slaughter of Procrustes, or the Stretcher. This giant had an iron bedstead, on which he used to tie all travellers who fell into his hands. If they were shorter than the bed, he stretched them till they fitted it; if they were longer than the bed, he lopped off their limbs. In the course of time, Theseus reached Athens; but here new dangers awaited him. For Medea, the sorceress, who had fled from Corinth after her separation from Jason,' had become the wife of Ægeus. Knowing by her arts who the stranger was, and fearing the loss of her influence with her husband, if Theseus should be acknowledged as his son, she tried to poison the youth; but the sword which he wore discovered him to his father, and prevented the fatal draught. Medea fled to Asia, where the country afterwards called Media is said to have received its name from her. Theseus was acknowledged by his sire, and declared successor to the throne. $153. Theseus and Ariadne.2- Now the Athenians were at that time in deep affliction, on account of the tribute of youths and maidens which they were forced to send to the Minotaur, dwelling in the labyrinth of Crete, a penalty said to have been imposed 1 § 147. 2 Od. 11:321; Plutarch's Theseus; Catullus, LXIV. by Minos upon the Athenians because Ægeus had sent Androgeüs, the son of Minos, against the Marathonian bull, and so had brought about the young man's death. From this calamity Theseus resolved to deliver his countrymen, or to die in the attempt. He, therefore, in spite of the entreaties of his father, presented himself as champion of Athens and of her fair sons and daughters, to do battle against the Minotaur; and departed with the victims in a vessel bear ing black sails, which he promised his father to change for white in the event of his returning victorious. So, Rather than cargo on cargo of corpses undead should be wafted 1 Over the ravening sea to the pitiless monster of Creta, 1 Catullus, LXIV. From the Wedding of Peleus and Thetis. A Translation in Hexameters, by Charles Mills Gayley. In what wildering seas ye tossed the impassionate maiden Ever a-sighing, — aye for the fair-haired stranger a-sighing! Ah, what ponderous fears oppressed her languishing bosom, Not unaided, however, did he undertake the task; for Ariadne, apprehensive lest he might lose his way in the dædalian labyrinth, furnished him with a thread, the gift of Vulcan, which, unrolled by Theseus as he entered the maze, should enable him on his return to retrace his former path. Meanwhile, Offering artless bribes, Ariadne invoked the Immortals, Then with abundant laud he turned, unscathed from the combat, - Why should I tarry to tell how, quitting her sire, Ariadne Carelessly hastens the youth, meantime, who, driving his oar-blades Hard in the waves, consigns void vows to the blustering breezes. Slips, and the twisted scarf encircling her womanly bosom; Fall, and are tossed by the buoyant flood to the feet of the fair one. Then, they say, that at last, infuriate out of all measure, Once and again she poured shrill-voiced shrieks from her bosom; Helpless, clambered steeps, sheer beetling over the surges, Whence to enrange with her eyes vast futile regions of ocean; Lifting the folds, soft folds of her garments, baring her ankles, Dashed into edges of upward waves that trembled before her; Uttered, anguished then, one wail, her maddest and saddest, Catching with tear-wet lips poor sobs that shivering choked her :"Thus is it far from my home, O traitor, and far from its altars Thus on a desert strand, - dost leave me, treacherous Theseus? Thus is it thou dost flout our vow, dost flout the Immortals, Carelessly homeward bearest, with baleful ballast of curses? Nothing he spares to assever, nor aught makes scruple to promise: "Oh! what lioness whelped thee? Oh! what desolate cavern? What was the sea that spawned, that spat from its churning abysses, Thee, what wolfish Scylla, or Syrtis, or vasty Charybdis, Thee, thus thankful for life, dear gift of living, I gave thee? Had it not liked thee still to acknowledge vows that we plighted, "But to the hollow winds why stand repeating my quarrel, — Ere I call-in the hour supreme, on the faith of Immortals! "Come, then, Righters of Wrong, O vengeful dealers of justice, |