We see, says he, a woman holding in her right
hand a white child sleeping, and in her left a black child
likewise asleep, with both its legs distorted; the
inscription tells us what they are, though we might easily
guess without it: the two children are Death and Sleep, and
the woman is Night, the nurse of them both.
The poets fancied her to be drawn in a chariot with two
horses, before which several stars went as harbingers; that
she was crowned with poppies, and her garments were black,
with a black veil over her countenance, and that stars
followed in the same manner as they preceded her; that upon
the departure of the day she arose from the ocean, or rather
from Erebus, and encompassed the earth with her sable wings.
The sacrifice offered to Night was a cock because of its
enmity to darkness, and rejoicing at the light.