text:  All was done as in an assemblage of a higher race of existence calmly carving out the world for themselves--a tribe of Epicurean deities with the cabinet for their Olympus stooping to our inferior region only to enjoy their own atmosphere afterwards with the greater zest or shift their quarters like the poet's Jupiter when tired of the dust and clamour of war moving off on his clouds and with his attendant goddesses to the tranquil realms of the Hippomolgi