eality, and to that alone, and whatever
he had, finally, in quiet seclusion, recognised as right and in
harmony with the Greek nature and his own, blend in those works of his
successor, which a gracious dispensation of Providence permits us still
to admire at the present day, and which we call in its entirety, the art
of Pergamus.

The city was a second beloved home to him, as well as to his wife and
Myrtilus. The rulers of the country took the old Alexandrian Archias
into their confidence and knew how to honour him by many a distinction.
He understood how to value the happiness of his only daughter, the
beautiful development of his grandchildren, and the high place that
Hermon and Myrtilus, whom he loved as if they were his own sons,
attained among the artists of their time. Yet he struggled vainly
against the longing for his dear old home. Therefore Hermon deemed it
one of the best days of his life when his turn came to make Daphne's
father a happy man.

King Ptolemy Philadelphus had sent laurel to the artist who had fallen
under suspicion in Egypt, and his messenger invited him and Myrtilus,
and with them also the exiled merchant, to return to his presence. In
gratitude for the pleasure which Hermon's creation afforded him and his
wife, the cause that kept the fugitive Archias from his home should be
forgiven and forgotten.

The gray-haired son of the capital returned with the Bithynian Gras to
his beloved Alexandria, as if his lost youth was again restored. There
he found unchanged the busy, active life, the Macedonian Council, the
bath, the marketplace, the bewitching conversation, the biting wit, the
exquisite feasts of the eyes--in short, everything for which his
heart had longed even amid the happiness and love of his dear ones in
Pergamus.

For two years he endeavoured to enjoy everything as before; but when
the works of the Pergamenian artists, obtained by Ptolemy, had been
exhibited in the royal palaces, he returned home with a troubled mind.
Like the rest of the world, he thought that the reliefs of Myrtilus,
representing scenes of rural life, were wonderful.

The Capture of Proserpina, a life-size marble group by his son-in-law
Hermon, seemed to him no less perfect; but it exerted a peculiar
influence upon his paternal heart, for, in the Demeter, he recognised
Daphne, in the Proserpina her oldest daughter Erigone, who bore the name
of Hermon's mother and resembled her in womanly charm. How lovely this