While thus performing their rounds, one of the former is squeezing the juice of grapes from her hand on two bacchanalian boys, who are struggling together to catch it; a third, overcome with its potent effects, lies asleep near them.

In the opposite side is a term[c] adorned with flowers, in front of which is a satyr endeavouring to embrace a nymph who in her struggles has fallen.

One of her companions has seized the sylvan by the horn, and is about to inflict a blow on him with an empty golden vase, but is prevented by the prostrate female, and also by one of the dancers.

A thick grove bounds the view on this side and on the other is a rocky landscape represented under the aspect of a fine evening.

[2] Smith (1837) comments, "This chef d'œuvre of art is a highly classic and poetical exposition of the mystic rites of the sylvan deity".