I accuse them before the Immortals--for where is the grove even, not the work of man but the special work of Heaven itself?
Where is our grove, with its cool grottos, its primaeval trees, its shady nooks, and all the peace and enjoyment of which it was as full as a ripe grape is full of sweet juice ?" "It was cut down and rooted up," replied the steward.

"The emperor gave the sanctuary over to Bishop Theophilus and he set to work at once to destroy it.

The temple was pulled down, the sacred vessels went into the melting-pot, and the images were mutilated and insulted before they were thrown into the lime-kiln.

The place they are building now is to be a Christian church.

Oh! to think of the airy, beautiful colonnades that once stood there, and then of the dingy barn that is to take their place!" "Why do the gods endure it?
Has Zeus lost his thunderbolts ?" cried Orpheus clenching his hands, and paying no heed to Agne who sat pale and sternly silent during this conversation.
"Nay, he only sleeps, to wake with awful power," said the old man.
"See those blocks of marble and ruins under the waves.