In his left hand Harpocrates held a seal, and the forefinger of his right hand was pressed upon his lips; before him stood an altar crowned with fruits and flowers, the only offerings which he ever received. […] With the lamp in her hand, she next approached the bed when Cupid was lying. […] Such a rod in a king’s hand is a sceptre. […] A wreath of sweet-scented marjoram and roses bound his brows and he carried a torch in one hand. […] The heifer seemed grateful, and licked the hand of her father with her large rough tongue.