From haunts of shepherd, nymph, and satyr,

And Syracusan times, - to these

Far shores and twenty centuries later.

A ragged cap was on his head:

But-hidden thus-there was no doubting That, all with crispy locks o'erspread,

His gnarled horns were somewhere sprouting; His club-feet, cased in rusty shoes, Were cross'd, as on some frieze you see them. And trousers, patched of divers hues,

Conceal'd his crooked shanks beneath them.

The bulls and bears together drew

From Jauncey Court and New Street Alley,
As erst, if pastorals be true,

Came beasts from every wooded valley;
The random passers stay'd to list,

A boxer Ægon, rough and merry,
A Broadway Daphnis, on his tryst
With Naïs at the Brooklyn Ferry.

A one-eyed Cyclops halted long

In tatter'd cloak of army pattern, And Galatea joined the throng,

A blowsy, apple-vending slattern; While old Silenus stagger'd out

From some new-fangled lunch-house handy And bade the piper, with a shout,

To strike up "Yankee Doodle Dandy!"

A newsboy and a peanut girl

Like little Fauns began to caper:

His hair was all in tangled curl,

Her tawny legs were bare and taper.
And still the gathering larger grew,
And gave its pence and crowded nigher,
While aye the shepherd-minstrel blew
His pipe, and struck the gamut higher.

O heart of Nature! beating still

With throbs her vernal passion taught her, Even here, as on the vine-clad hill,

Or by the Arethusan water!

New forms may fold the speech, new lands
Arise within these ocean-portals,

But Music waves eternal wands, -
Enchantress of the souls of mortals!

So thought I, but among us trod
A man in blue with legal baton;

FIG. 105. SILENUS

And scoff'd the vagrant demigod,
And push'd him from the step I sat on.
Doubting I mused upon the cry –

"Great Pan is dead!"—and all the people

Went on their ways: - and clear and high
The quarter sounded from the steeple.

131. Other Lesser Gods of Earth. Of the company of the lesser gods of earth, besides Pan, were the Sileni, the Sylvans,

FIG. 106. SATYR

the Fauns, and the Satyrs, all male; the Oreads and the Dryads or Hamadryads, female. To these may be added the Naiads, for, although they dwelt in the streams, their association with the deities of earth was intimate. Of the nymphs, the Oreads and the Naiads were immortal. The love of Pan for Syrinx has already been mentioned, and his musical contest with Apollo. Of Silenus we have seen something in the adventures of Bacchus. What kind of existence the Satyr enjoyed is conveyed in the following soliloquy :

The trunk of this tree,

Dusky-leaved, shaggy-rooted,
Is a pillow well suited
To a hybrid like me,

Goat-bearded, goat-footed;
For the boughs of the glade
Meet above me, and throw

132. Echo and Narcissus.1 Echo was a beautiful Oread, fond of the woods and hills, a favorite of Diana, whom she attended in the chase. But by her chatter she came under the displeasure of Juno, who condemned her to the loss of voice save for purposes of reply.

Subsequently having fallen in love with Narcissus, the beautiful son of the river-god Cephissus, Echo found it impossible to express her regard for him in any way but by mimicking what he said; and what he said, unfortunately, did not always convey her sentiments. When, however, he once called across the hills to her,