mothers never to let them stray out of sight。
〃For if they do；〃 said she； 〃it may happen to you； as it has to me； that the iron…hearted King Pluto will take a liking to your darlings； and snatch them up in his chariot； and carry them away。〃
One day； during her pilgrimage in quest of the entrance to Pluto's kingdom； she came to the palace of King Cereus； who reigned at Eleusis。 Ascending a lofty flight of steps； she entered the portal； and found the royal household in very great alarm about the queen's baby。 The infant； it seems； was sickly （being troubled with its teeth； I suppose）； and would take no food； and was all the time moaning with pain。 The queenher name was Metanirawas desirous of funding a nurse； and when she beheld a woman of matronly aspect coming up the palace steps； she thought； in her own mind； that here was the very person whom she needed。 So Queen Metanira ran to the door； with the poor wailing baby in her arms； and besought Ceres to take charge of it； or； at least； to tell her what would do it good。
〃Will you trust the child entirely to me？〃 asked Ceres。
〃Yes； and gladly； too；〃 answered the queen； 〃if you will devote all your time to him。 For I can see that you have been a mother。〃
〃You are right；〃 said Ceres。 〃I once had a child of my own。 Well； I will be the nurse of this poor； sickly boy。 But beware； I warn you； that you do not interfere with any kind of treatment which I may judge proper for him。 If you do so； the poor infant must suffer for his mother's folly。〃
Then she kissed the child； and it seemed to do him good； for he smiled and nestled closely into her bosom。
So Mother Ceres set her torch in a corner （where it kept burning all the while）； and took up her abode in the palace of King Cereus； as nurse to the little Prince Demophoon。 She treated him as if he were her own child； and allowed neither the king nor the queen to say whether he should be bathed in warm or cold water； or what he should eat； or how often he should take the air； or when he should be put to bed。 You would hardly believe me； if I were to tell how quickly the baby prince got rid of his ailments； and grew fat； and rosy； and strong； and how he had two rows of ivory teeth in less time than any other little fellow； before or since。 Instead of the palest； and wretchedest； and puniest imp in the world （as his own mother confessed him to be； when Ceres first took him in charge）； he was now a strapping baby； crowing； laughing； kicking up his heels； and rolling from one end of the room to the other。 All the good women of the neighborhood crowded to the palace； and held up their hands； in unutterable amazement； at the beauty and wholesomeness of this darling little prince。 Their wonder was the greater； because he was never seen to taste any food； not even so much as a cup of milk。
〃Pray； nurse；〃 the queen kept saying； 〃how is it that you make the child thrive so？〃
〃I was a mother once；〃 Ceres always replied； 〃and having nursed my own child； I know what other children need。〃
But Queen Metanira； as was very natural； had a great curiosity to know precisely what the nurse did to her child。 One night； therefore； she hid herself in the chamber where Ceres and the little prince were accustomed to sleep。 There was a fire in the chimney； and it had now crumbled into great coals and embers； which lay glowing on the hearth； with a blaze flickering up now and then； and flinging a warm and ruddy light upon the walls。 Ceres sat before the hearth with the child in her lap； and the firelight making her shadow dance upon the ceiling overhead。 She undressed the little prince； and bathed him all over with some fragrant liquid out of a vase。 The next thing she did was to rake back the red embers； and make a hollow place among them； just where the backlog had been。 At last； while the baby was crowing； and clapping its fat little hands； and laughing in the nurse's face （just as you may have seen your little brother or sister do before going into its warm bath）； Ceres suddenly laid him； all naked as he was； in the hollow among the red…hot embers。 She then raked the ashes over him； and turned quietly away。
You may imagine； if you can； how Queen Metanira shrieked； thinking nothing less than that her dear child would be burned to a cinder。 She burst forth from her hiding…place； and running to the hearth； raked open the fire； and snatched up poor little Prince Demophoon out of his bed of live coals； one of which he was gripping in each of his fists。 He immediately set up a grievous cry； as babies are apt to do； when rudely startled out of a sound sleep。 To the queen's astonishment and joy； she could perceive no token of the child's being injured by the hot fire in which he had lain。 She now turned to Mother Ceres； and asked her to explain the mystery。
〃Foolish woman；〃 answered Ceres； 〃did you not promise to intrust this poor infant entirely to me？ You little know the mischief you have done him。 Had you left him to my care； he would have grown up like a child of celestial birth； endowed with superhuman strength and intelligence； and would have lived forever。 Do you imagine that earthly children are to become immortal without being tempered to it in the fiercest heat of the fire？ But you have ruined your own son。 For though he will be a strong man and a hero in his day； yet； on account of your folly； he will grow old； and finally die； like the sons of other women。 The weak tenderness of his mother has cost the poor boy an immortality。 Farewell。〃
Saying these words； she kissed the little Prince Demophoon； and sighed to think what he had lost； and took her departure without heeding Queen Metanira； who entreated her to remain； and cover up the child among the hot embers as often as she pleased。 Poor baby！ He never slept so warmly again。
While she dwelt in the king's palace； Mother Ceres had been so continually occupied with taking care of the young prince； that her heart was a little lightened of its grief for Proserpina。 But now； having nothing else to busy herself about； she became just as wretched as before。 At length； in her despair； she came to the dreadful resolution that not a stalk of grain； nor a blade of grass； not a potato； nor a turnip； nor any other vegetable that was good for man or beast to eat； should be suffered to grow until her daughter were restored。 She even forbade the flowers to bloom； lest somebody's heart should be cheered by their beauty。
Now； as not so much as a head of asparagus ever presumed to poke itself out of the ground； without the especial permission of Ceres； you may conceive what a terrible calamity had here fallen upon the earth。 The husbandmen plowed and planted as usual； but there lay the rich black furrows； all as barren as a desert of sand。 The pastures looked as brown in the sweet month of June as ever they did in chill November。 The rich man's broad acres and the cottager's small garden patch were equally blighted。 Every little girl's flower bed showed nothing but dry stalks。 The old people shook their white heads； and said that the earth had grown aged like themselves； and was no longer capable of wearing the warm smile of summer on its face。 It was really piteous to see the poor； starving cattle and sheep； how they followed behind Ceres； lowing and bleating； as if their instinct taught them to expect help from her； and everybody that was acquainted with her power besought her to have mercy on the human race； and； at all events； to let the grass grow。 But Mother Ceres； though naturally of an affectionate disposition； was now inexorable。
〃Never；〃 said she。 〃If the earth is ever again to see any verdure； it must first grow along the path which my daughter will tread in coming back to me。〃
Finally； as there seemed to be no other remedy； our old friend Quicksilver was sent post…haste to King Pluto； in hopes that he might be persuaded to undo the mischief he had done； and to set everything right again； by giving up Proserpina。 Quicksilver accordingly made the best of his way to the great gate； took a flying leap right over the three…headed mastiff； and stood at the door of the palace in an inconceivably short time。 The servants knew him both by his face and garb； for his short cloak； and his winged cap and shoes； and his snaky staff had often been seen thereabouts in times gone by。 He requested to be shown immediately into the king's presence； and Pluto； who heard his voice from the top of the stairs； and who loved to recreate himself with Quicksilver's merry talk； called out to him to come up。 And while they settle their business together； we must inquire what Proserpina had been doing ever since we saw her last。
The child had declared； as you may remember； that she would not taste a mouthful of food as long as she should be compelled to remain in King Pluto's palace。 How she contrived to maintain her resolution； and at the same time to keep herself tolerably plump and rosy； is more than I can explain； but some young ladies； I am given to understand； possess the faculty of living on air； and Proserpina seems to have possessed it too。 At any rate； it was now six months since she left the outside of the earth； and not a morsel； so far as the attendants were able to testify； had yet passed between her teeth。 This was the more creditable to Proserpina； inasmuch as King Pluto had caused her to be tempted day by day； with all manner of sweetmeats； and richly…preserved fruits； and delicacies of every sort； such as young people are generally most fond of。 But her good mother had often told her of the hurtfulness of these things； and for that reason alone； if there had been no other； she would have resolutely refused to taste them。
All this time； being of a cheerful and active disposition； the little damsel was not quite so unhappy as you may have supposed。 The immense palace had a thousand rooms； and was full of beautiful and wonderful objects。 There was a never…ceasing gloom； it is true； which half hid itself among the innumerable pillars； gliding before the child as she wandered among them； and treading stealthily behind her in the echo of her footsteps。 Neither was all the dazzle of the precious stones； which flamed with their own light； worth one gleam of natural sunshine； nor could the most b