Terminus

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Terminus is the god of boundary stones and markers. According to tradition, a new temple was being built to Jupiter on land dedicated to several gods and goddesses. In the view of the augurs, Terminus and Juventas were the only ones who refused to vacate the site. Another explanation (though somewhat similar) holds that Tarquinnius Superbus wanted to remove a stone dedicated to Terminus by Titus Tatius. Again, the augurs refused to allow a sacred area to Terminus to be moved. The augurs in both accounts viewed this as a sign of the permenance of Rome.

A festival to Terminus was held on February 23. Terminalia was especially celebrated between owners of neighbouring properties. Statues of Terminus (which was simply a boundary stone) were garlanded and offerings of cakes, corn, and honeycombs were made on an altar.

Ovid, Fasti II

"When night has passed, let the god be celebrated
With customary honour, who separates the fields with his sign.
Terminus, whether a stone or a stump buried in the earth,
You have been a god since ancient times.
You are crowned from either side by two landowners,
Who bring two garlands and two cakes in offering.
An altar's made: here the farmer's wife herself
Brings coals from the warm hearth on a broken pot.
The old man cuts wood and piles the logs with skill,
And works at setting branches in the solid earth.
Then he nurses the first flames with dry bark,
While a boy stands by and holds the wide basket.
When he's thrown grain three times into the fire
The little daughter offers the sliced honeycombs.
Others carry wine: part of each is offered to the flames:
The crowd, dressed in white, watch silently.
Terminus, at the boundary, is sprinkled with lamb's blood,
And doesn't grumble when a sucking pig is granted him.
Neighbours gather sincerely, and hold a feast,
And sing your praises, sacred Terminus:
`You set bounds to peoples, cities, great kingdoms:
Without you every field would be disputed.
You curry no favour: you aren't bribed with gold,
Guarding the land entrusted to you in good faith.
If you'd once marked the bounds of Thyrean lands,
Three hundred men would not have died,
Nor Othryades' name be seen on the pile of weapons.
O how he made his fatherland bleed!
What happened when the new Capitol was built?
The whole throng of gods yielded to Jupiter and made room:
But as the ancients tell, Terminus remained in the shrine Where he was found, and shares the temple with great Jupiter. Even now there's a small hole in the temple roof,
So he can see nothing above him but stars.
Since then, Terminus, you've not been free to wander:
Stay there, in the place where you've been put,
And yield not an inch to your neighbour's prayers,
Lest you seem to set men above Jupiter:
And whether they beat you with rakes, or ploughshares,
Call out: "This is your field, and that is his!"'
There's a track that takes people to the Laurentine fields,
The kingdom once sought by Aeneas, the Trojan leader:
The sixth milestone from the City, there, bears witness
To the sacrifice of a sheep's entrails to you, Terminus.
The lands of other races have fixed boundaries:
The extent of the City of Rome and the world is one." - Ovid, Fasti II

References

• Smith, A Dictionary of Greek and Roman Antiquities