wn on the withered leaves by the dog…headed woman's side。 In all the world； since her daughter's loss； she had found no other companion。
〃O Hecate；〃 said she； 〃if ever you lose a daughter； you will know what sorrow is。 Tell me； for pity's sake； have you seen my poor child Proserpina pass by the mouth of your cavern？〃
〃No；〃 answered Hecate； in a cracked voice； and sighing betwixt every word or two； 〃no； Mother Ceres； I have seen nothing of your daughter。 But my ears； you must know； are made in such a way； that all cries of distress and affright all over the world are pretty sure to find their way to them； and nine days ago； as I sat in my cave； making myself very miserable； I heard the voice of a young girl； shrieking as if in great distress。 Something terrible has happened to the child； you may rest assured。 As well as I could judge； a dragon； or some other cruel monster； was carrying her away。〃
〃You kill me by saying so；〃 cried Ceres； almost ready to faint。 〃Where was the sound； and which way did it seem to go？〃
〃It passed very swiftly along；〃 said Hecate； 〃and； at the same time； there was a heavy rumbling of wheels towards the eastward。 I can tell you nothing more； except that； in my honest opinion； you will never see your daughter again。 The best advice I can give you is； to take up your abode in this cavern； where we will be the two most wretched women in the world。〃
〃Not yet； dark Hecate；〃 replied Ceres。 〃But do you first come with your torch； and help me to seek for my lost child。 And when there shall be no more hope of finding her （if that black day is ordained to come）； then； if you will give me room to fling myself down； either on these withered leaves or on the naked rock； I will show what it is to be miserable。 But； until I know that she has perished from the face of the earth； I will not allow myself space even to grieve。〃
The dismal Hecate did not much like the idea of going abroad into the sunny world。 But then she reflected that the sorrow of the disconsolate Ceres would be like a gloomy twilight round about them both； let the sun shine ever so brightly； and that therefore she might enjoy her bad spirits quite as well as if she were to stay in the cave。 So she finally consented to go； and they set out together； both carrying torches； although it was broad daylight and clear sunshine。 The torchlight seemed to make a gloom； so that the people whom they met； along the road； could not very distinctly see their figures； and； indeed； if they once caught a glimpse of Hecate； with the wreath of snakes round her forehead； they generally thought it prudent to run away； without waiting for a second glance。
As the pair traveled along in this woe…begone manner； a thought struck Ceres。
〃There is one person；〃 she exclaimed； 〃who must have seen my poor child； and can doubtless tell what has become of her。 Why did not I think of him before？ It is Phoebus。〃
〃What；〃 said Hecate； 〃the young man that always sits in the sunshine？ O； pray do not think of going near him。 He is a gay； light； frivolous young fellow； and will only smile in your face。 And besides； there is such a glare of the sun about him； that he will quite blind my poor eyes； which I have almost wept away already。〃
〃You have promised to be my companion；〃 answered Ceres。 〃Come； let us make haste； or the sunshine will be gone； and Phoebus along with it。〃
Accordingly； they went along in quest of Phoebus； both of them sighing grievously； and Hecate； to say the truth； making a great deal worse lamentation than Ceres； for all the pleasure she had； you know； lay in being miserable； and therefore she made the most of it。 By and by； after a pretty long journey； they arrived at the sunniest spot in the whole world。 There they beheld a beautiful young man； with long； curling ringlets； which seemed to be made of golden sunbeams； his garments were like light summer clouds； and the expression of his face was so exceedingly vivid； that Hecate held her hands before her eyes； muttering that he ought to wear a black veil。 Phoebus （for this was the very person whom they were seeking） had a lyre in his hands； and was making its chords tremble with sweet music； at the same time singing a most exquisite song； which he had recently composed。 For； beside a great many other accomplishments； this young man was renowned for his admirable poetry。
As Ceres and her dismal companion approached him； Phoebus smiled on them so cheerfully that Hecate's wreath of snakes gave a spiteful hiss； and Hecate heartily wished herself back in her cave。 But as for Ceres； she was too earnest in her grief either to know or care whether Phoebus smiled or frowned。
〃Phoebus！〃 exclaimed she； 〃I am in great trouble； and have come to you for assistance。 Can you tell me what has become of my dear child Proserpina？〃
〃Proserpina！ Proserpina； did you call her name？〃 answered Phoebus； endeavoring to recollect； for there was such a continual flow of pleasant ideas in his mind； that he was apt to forget what had happened no longer ago than yesterday。 〃Ah； yes； I remember her now。 A very lovely child； indeed。 I am happy to tell you； my dear madam； that I did see the little Proserpina not many days ago。 You may make yourself perfectly easy about her。 She is safe； and in excellent hands。〃
〃O； where is my dear child？〃 cried Ceres； clasping her hands； and flinging herself at his feet。
〃Why；〃 said Phoebusand as he spoke he kept touching his lyre so as to make a thread of music run in and out among his words〃as the little damsel was gathering flowers （and she has really a very exquisite taste for flowers）； she was suddenly snatched up by King Pluto； and carried off to his dominions。 I have never been in that part of the universe； but the royal palace； I am told； is built in a very noble style of architecture； and of the most splendid and costly materials。 Gold； diamonds； pearls； and all manner of precious stones will be your daughter's ordinary playthings。 I recommend to you； my dear lady； to give yourself no uneasiness。 Proserpina's sense of beauty will be duly gratified； and even in spite of the lack of sunshine； she will lead a very enviable life。〃
〃Hush！ Say not such a word！〃 answered Ceres； indignantly。 〃What is there to gratify her heart？ What are all the splendors you speak of without affection？ I must have her back again。 Will you go with me you go with me； Phoebus； to demand my daughter of this wicked Pluto？〃
〃Pray excuse me；〃 replied Phoebus； with an elegant obeisance。 〃I certainly wish you success； and regret that my own affairs are so immediately pressing that I cannot have the pleasure of attending you。 Besides； I am not upon the best of terms with King Pluto。 To tell you the truth； his three…headed mastiff would never let me pass the gateway； for I should be compelled to take a sheaf of sunbeams along with me； and those； you know； are forbidden things in Pluto's kingdom。〃
〃Ah； Phoebus；〃 said Ceres； with bitter meaning in her words； 〃you have a harp instead of a heart。 Farewell。〃
〃Will not you stay a moment；〃 asked Phoebus； 〃 nd hear me turn the pretty and touching story of Proserpina into extemporary verses？〃
But Ceres shook her head； and hastened away； along with Hecate。 Phoebus （who； as I have told you； was an exquisite poet） forthwith began to make an ode about the poor mother's grief； and； if we were to judge of his sensibility by this beautiful production； he must have been endowed with a very tender heart。 But when a poet gets into the habit of using his heartstrings to make chords for his lyre； he may thrum upon them as much as he will； without any great pain to himself。 Accordingly； though Phoebus sang a very sad song； he was as merry all the while as were the sunbeams amid which he dwelt。
Poor Mother Ceres had now found out what had become of her daughter； but was not a whit happier than before。 Her case； on the contrary； looked more desperate than ever。 As long as Proserpina was above ground； there might have been hopes of regaining her。 But now that the poor child was shut up within the iron gates of the king of the mines； at the threshold of which lay the three…headed Cerberus； there seemed no possibility of her ever making her escape。 The dismal Hecate； who loved to take the darkest view of things； told Ceres that she had better come with her to the cavern； and spend the rest of her life in being miserable。 Ceres answered； that Hecate was welcome to go back thither herself； but that； for her part； she would wander about the earth in quest of the entrance to King Pluto's dominions。 And Hecate took her at her word； and hurried back to her beloved cave； frightening a great many little children with a glimpse of her dog's face as she went。
Poor Mother Ceres！ It is melancholy to think of her； pursuing her toilsome way； all alone； and holding up that never…dying torch； the flame of which seemed an emblem of the grief and hope that burned together in her heart。
So much did she suffer； that； though her aspect had been quite youthful when her troubles began； she grew to look like an elderly person in a very brief time。 She cared not how she was dressed； nor had she ever thought of flinging away the wreath of withered poppies； which she put on the very morning of Proserpina's disappearance。 She roamed about in so wild a way； and with her hair so disheveled； that people took her for some distracted creature； and never dreamed that this was Mother Ceres； who had the oversight of every seed which the husbandman planted。 Nowadays； however； she gave herself no trouble about seed time nor harvest； but left the farmers to take care of their own affairs； and the crops to fade or flourish； as the case might be。 There was nothing； now； in which Ceres seemed to feel an interest； unless when she saw children at play； or gathering flowers along the wayside。 Then； indeed； she would stand and gaze at them with tears in her eyes。 The children； too； appeared to have a sympathy with her grief； and would cluster themselves in a little group about her knees； and look up wistfully in her face； and Ceres； after giving them a kiss all round； would lead them to their homes； and advise their mothers never to let them stray out of sight。
〃For if they do；〃 said she； 〃it may happen to you；