Sipylus, in Lydia, where she died. Here, as Pausanias
informs us, was a rock, resembling, at a distance, a woman overwhelmed
with grief; though according to the same author, who had visited it,
the resemblance could not be traced on approaching it. On this ground,
Ovid relates, that she was borne on a whirlwind to the top of a Lydian
mountain, where she was changed into a rock.

Pausanias tells us, that Meliboea, or Chloris, and Amycle, two of her
daughters, appeased Diana, who preserved their lives; or that, in
other words, they recovered from the plague; though he inclines to
credit the version of Homer, who says that all of her children died by
the hands of Apollo and Diana. Meliboea received the surname of
Chloris, from the paleness which ensued on her alarm at the sudden
death of her sisters.

FABLE III. [VI.313-381]

Latona, fatigued with the burden of her two children, during a long
journey, and parched with thirst, goes to drink at a pond, near which
some countrymen are at work. These clowns, in a brutal manner, not
only hinder her from drinking, but trouble the water to make it muddy;
on which, the Goddess, to punish their brutality, transforms them into
frogs.

But then, all, both women and men, dread the wrath of the divinity,
{thus} manifested, and with more zeal {than ever} all venerate with
{divine} worship the great godhead of the Deity who produced the twins;
and, as {commonly} happens, from a recent fact they recur to the
narration of former events.

One of them says, "Some countrymen of old, in the fields of fertile
Lycia, {once} insulted the Goddess, {but} not with impunity. The thing,
indeed, is but little known, through the obscure station of the
individuals, still it is wonderful. I have seen upon the spot, the pool
and the lake noted for the miracle. For my father being now advanced in
years, and incapable of travel, ordered me to bring thence some choice
oxen, and on my setting out, had given me a guide of that nation: with
whom, while I was traversing the pastures, behold! an ancient altar,
black with the ashes of sacrifices, was standing in the middle of a
lake, surrounded with quivering reeds. My guide stood still, and said in
a timid whisper, 'Be propitious to me;' and with a like whisper, I said,
'Be propitious.' However, I asked him whether it was an altar of the
Naiads, or of Faunus, or of some native God; when the stranger answered
me in such wo