She thus becomes that “bountiful daughter of Heaven” who, as Schiller sings in his “Lay of the Bell:”                                                         “Of old Called the wild man from waste and wold, And, in his hut thy presence stealing, Roused each familiar household feeling;     And, best of all happy ties, The centre of the social band — The Instinct of the Father-land!” […] That this habit must be of very remote antiquity is proved by the biblical injunction, having for its object the separation of the Jews from all idolatrous practices, “Thou shalt not plant thee a grove of trees near unto the altar of the Lord thy God.” […] Tiresias at first hesitated, but yielding to the earnest solicitations of Œdipus, he said: “Thou art the murderer of the old king, Laius, who was thy father, and thou art wedded to his widow, thine own mother.” […] Odysseus then approached and handed him a bowl of wine, saying, “Cyclops, this is wine; taste and drink after thy meal of man’s flesh.” […] Odysseus proceeded, and reaching the palace was courteously received by Circe, who entertained him as she had his companions, and then touched him with her wand, saying, “Hence, seek the sty and wallow with thy friends.”

If then I meet the doom thy laws assign, It nothing grieves me. […] Juvenal, in one of his Satires, thus ridicules their superstition: Who has not heard where Egypt’s realms are nam’d What monster gods her frantic sons have fram’d Here Ibis gorged with well-grown serpents, there The Crocodile commands religious fear: Where Memnon’s statue magic strains inspire With vocal sounds that emulate the lyre; And Thebes, such, Fate, are thy disastrous turns, Now prostrate o’er her pompous ruins mourns A monkey-god, prodigious to be told!